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The process of adolescence
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When I jumped, I knew this was stupid… When I was 7 years old, I was in my hometown, Costa Mesa, California. This was at night and we had a party at my grandparent’s house. My cousin finally came over, he was like a best friend to me. His name is Victor, he is short and has black hair. I was eating when he came up to me and said, “Do you want to play something?” I said, “After i’m done eating and then we’ll play.” So I was finishing my meal and told him what we were going to play. He didn’t know what to play, so we had to find something to play. It was really hard to find something to play. While we were thinking, we saw our favorite show that came up, Power Rangers. We watched two episodes of it, and he finally knew what we were going to play. He said, “I know what we’re going to play.” He told me we were going to play Power Rangers, I didn’t really know how we were going to play it, but I just acted like I knew I was doing. So we went into our grandparent’s room and he told me that this room will be our headquarters or base. …show more content…
We were playing like the people in the show who acted like rangers that we watched earlier. We ran around the house punching the air. Our whole family was laughing at us for punching the air. I was kind of embarrassed but I didn’t let that get to me. So we run up the stairs, we were skipping some of the steps to see who was faster. We almost tripped and fell back down. We came up to a hallway. My cousin was starting to jump everywhere with his hand behind his back. He told me to do the same thing he did but I was scared to do it. He finally convinced me, I didn’t really know how he convinced me, but he
In fourth grade I was 9 years old. At that age I didn't even think of playing sports. I was just like a normal 9 year old. So one day my auntie told me that one of her friends daughters is playing softball for Port City Girls Softball League. Then asked me if I would be interested to play. I answer saying sure I will try it out, so my auntie went and signed me up. So the way that league works is they have a draft to pick their players for their team. Then, the first practice started, I knew nothing about softball so I was brand new at all of it. When it came to one of the next practices one of my older sisters came to watch me and noticed my coach. It was one of her friends! Then my sister told me that one of the players
“Hike” it was 5th grade recess and we were playing football. It was a beautiful August day, sunny and eighty five with a cool breeze. We were playing in the parking lot of the Oyster River Middle School. There were about twenty kids playing. Nobody had a certain route, we would just try to shake free and lose the defender as they looked for a pass from the quarterback. I was playing receiver. We all lined up at the line of scrimmage with the quarterback in the middle. I ran my post route that was already in my head. I was off and out into my route, sprinting straight and then a quick turn toward the school. Then, before I knew it, I was on the ground and so was someone else three feet away. I had ran into them. When I fell, I had
The first and only time that my family moved, I was three-years-old. My parents bought a new house about four blocks away from our previous house. However, the new house was still being built, so my family moved in with my maternal grandmother – who lives about thirty minutes away – until the construction was completed a year later. Even though I was really young while we lived with my grandmother, some of my favorite childhood memories come from that year. My grandma’s house is a ten minute walk from the beach; a walk we would make at least once every
As a little girl, I was always known as the child who gets hurt almost all the time. I could never escape an injury even if my life depended on it. There was one incident that occurred that my parents and I still disagree on till this day. It all started one day when my brother and I were playing in our room after a long day at our uncle’s house for a family gathering. After playing for a while, my brother and I decided we both would like something sweet to eat, so we went to ask our mother for some ice cream. When our mother said we could get some, my brother and I jumped for joy and I went to retrieve the sweet substance. I was so excited about getting ice cream that I ran down the stairs to go get it. My journey down the stairs was not the easiest and ended in a lot of ...
It was a day in early March about five years ago. We went to Sugar mountain to practice skiing for our upcoming trip. We were staying for the long weekend. I had just started skiing and had gone to 2 ski lessons already. I was so excited to get to go on a real mountain just like my parents did every weekend as kids since they grew up in Wisconsin and Illinois. I thought about how I would be great at it and would be going on all these black diamonds. But, then I reality came through and I knew it would take practice. I was fascinated by the people sliding down the hill like it was as easy as walking to them. When could I go up the mountain.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
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I awoke Friday morning to the sounds of banging pots and pans and I knew it was no one other than my brother up making breakfast. Daylight saving had just occured so the sun was starting to shine its rays earlier than normal. Guessing by how bright my room was lit up by the sun's natural light, I would say it was around 7:00 a.m. Laying in my bed contemplating on whether or not I want to get up to start my day or tell my boss I can't make it into work so I can relax a little longer, not going in seemed like the most logical solution since I had gotten off of work late last night. I lay here staring at the ceiling for a few minutes when suddenly I hear the door open. "Elizabeth, what are you doing still laying down? Did you forget what today was?" Completely clueless I answer, "What are you talking about Richard? I have no special plans today." His jaw drops as if I had
My Dad told me he was going in the shower, we just had dinner. He told me “Chloe I’m going in the shower”. He also told me that he’d be out in five minutes. Being him, he thought I would be fine, but he was so wrong. I remember him saying, “Sit still, watch tv, and don’t do anything stupid”. Well, I did something stupid, anyway. I saw the female dance partner and she did this spin turn thing, which I thought I could do. So, I stood up and started spinning around and around, then eventually, I got really dizzy. Then, bang.
It was the weekend and my dad was gone for the weekend. It was October and very close to Halloween. Me, my friend Tre, and his auntie Stephanie went out to get pizza at papa johns.
Being raised in a small town lower classed city called Cleveland Texas, my goal was to make it out of the rural area. The blue house is what I called my childhood home, even though most of the blue paint was chipped off and you mostly seen wood with a few areas of chipped blue paint. Before, getting to the house you had to go about a half mile down a red dirt clay road before getting to what looked like a small blue shake. Living in the home was a total of ten people, which included myself, mother, father, three siblings and three older cousins that stayed with us at the time. There were three small bedroom that did not include any type of closet, a full sized bed, and two dressers with a small TV with the fat back attached to it. It also had
Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
I almost fell off a cliff on the side of a mountain. I was in Pitkin, Colorado, on a camping trip during the summer of 2009. The trees were green, the air was fresh so were the lakes, rivers, and ponds were stocked with fish and wildlife was everywhere. Usually, on these camping trips, I would be accompanied by a large number of people. However, this time, it was just my parents, my three brothers, and my two sisters. I was almost 12 years old at the time and having three older brothers made me very competitive. Naturally, when my family decided to climb one of the mountain’s which were around us, I wanted to be the first one to reach its peak.
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