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I am gonna talk about an experience I had when I was about 5. It was scary because I had hurt my hand really bad. This event had a big effect on the way I think about things I want to do. I had a good day before later that night when I hurt my hand.This is a very interesting story.
It was a friday in september of in 2008, that day we went to perkins for lunch at the beginning of the day. When we go to Perkins my family loves to get pie´s for us to eat when we go there, but I hate pie´s so i just got a hamburger at 9:00am. My dad thinks I am weird for eating that at the time, but I still do it to this day. Then we went to the mall to get me a cowboy´s jersey because it was getting close to my birthday. I got a Emmitt Smith jersey because he was my favorite player at the time. We also had to go to go get eye paint for the high school football game we were going to later that night.
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I used to get a cheese rollup and chips and cheese. We ate in my Dad’s truck which was a Dodge 2500, he always said “ If you spill in the truck I will kick your a**.” I always thought that was really funny. My Dad is a really funny dude and all my friends like him. My mom and dad were already divorced at this point. Then we went and picked up his girlfriend Kylee, I liked kylee a lot, she was really nice. We went back to my grandma’s because that's where my dad lived after the divorce. We went there only on the weekends. We love having sometime in the day to play games as a family. A game we really like to play is Just Dance because it was funny when all my uncles went and danced together in the living
My mom had been going to school in Greeley and staying at my Aunt Margaret's house . She had been away for two weeks and wanted to come home for the Fourth of July weekend. My mom had suggested that I go back with her and visit colleges, shop, go to movies and just spend time together. I had been feeling pretty sorry for myself since she had been gone. I had been working alot as a maid and helping my dad run the house, I was getting very irritated with my siblings as I felt that I was the only family member doing my part to help my dad. I was really excited to have a week with my mom to myself. The whole ride over we were talking about what I wanted to do that week. Making plans and having "me time" seemed very important at the time.
It was my senior year of high school I was sixteen getting ready to turn seventeen. It was my year. I was not your typical girl wearing makeup or play sports. Don’t get me wrong I would get all dolled up if I had something special to do. I had a part time job at Olive garden because my parents motto was “if you
I remember the day very clearly, it was in late autumn and it was cold. My mom had sent my brother Ross, our friend Pete, and me outside while she made lunch because we were being too rowdy. Ross had forgotten his jacket but was too stubborn to go back inside and get it, so he stayed near the propane heater that my father had set up in the garage while he was doing yard work. While I was running around enjoy the afternoon in the way that toddlers do, swings and playing in the dirt, Ross and his friend Pete stayed in the garage to stay warm seeing who could stay close to the heater the longest. Apparently Ross won, because before he knew it his New York Giants jersey that our Grandfather had bought for
Bright and early Saturday morning I woke up excited. My mom told me that we were going out to the mall. Going to the mall was my second favorite thing to do, my first was going to Toys R US. I got dressed and Ate breakfast, My mom always cooked a Immense breakfast on the weekends which I enjoyed.
My parents were recently divorced and my father was living in Peekskill with my brothers. I was lying in bed thinking of my birthday when my father walked into my room. He was there to ask me what I wanted to do for my birthday. It was a tradition in our family that the birthday boy would ask to be taken somewhere or do something that was special in some way or another to him. My brothers are New York Giant football fans and since their birthdays fell on months during the National Football League season, they usually chose to attend a Giant game. My father was a rugby fan when he was a boy in Ireland and learned to love American football. It was an easy transition for him because both games are rugged so he was more than happy to grant their birthday
On May 22, 1994 it was my ninth birthday. My mom and dad decided to go on a cruise to the Bahamas. We went on one of the Carnival cruise ships. This boat was the biggest boats I ever saw. When we rushed to get on the cruise ship I saw that there were so many rooms and shops. My favorite room was the Game room, when I entered the game room there were so many games and seemed like there were hundreds and hundreds of them. I started to get bored so I left. When I went to back to our room my dad was thinking about going scuba diving.
it feels like it was just yesterday when we were little kids running around the house playing tag with neighborhood kids not having a care in the world. We would be outside from sun up to sun down. We could make a fun day out of anything whether it was: playing house when we were little or riding bikes around the neighborhood, or even walking over to Family Express to get slushies. Eventually those days led to going to the beach, spending the night at each others houses and staying up all night talking. Those nights were the best nights when we’d stay up and talk about everything and anything.
it started to get late so we told him that he should go rest because he’s had a long day . next passing days we went to his brothers and sisters house so he could go visit them because it been long since they have seen each other . September 7,2012 we went to sea world so he could visit there because he’d had never been there. September 15,2012 we went to disneyland and on a random weekend my mom and I decided to take him to knotts because he like the old western type of theme so it was perfect he also likes johnny cash like I do my grandpa and I had a blast at knotts because a lot of the music and theme was western .September 4,2012 my birthday he was kind to take me out to eat . he took me to porto's bakery because he knows it is one of my favorite places to eat and i also chose there because they sell pastries and my family in penjamo
Emerson is correct that if one wants to grow ones will have to get out of that comfort zone. If one already mastered something and not trying new things that person will never grow as a person. Exploring to new projects, to new places , and to new people will help ones grow. Just doing the same thing repeating will get exhausting and not exciting .
I am the “friend” that came to school with you every single day. I was the one praying in the passenger sit as you drove staring at your phone. I was the one who saw you almost run over a person in our school’s parking lot. I don't understand why you put yourself and others at so much risk. I understand you are capable of driving a car, but no one, including your person, has the right to put others in so much danger. Maybe you think you are able to drive a vehicle without looking at the road, maybe you think you will never be in a dangerous accident, maybe you think texting and driving is safe. Let me tell you something…you are wrong!
Around 7th grade, material possessions started to become my priority. Due to the fact, there was a surprisingly high amount of peer pressure to better than the next person, to look your best, and everywhere I looked people were consumed by their phone or the internet. It seemed imperative to have a cell phone at this point. So, I asked my parents and after much convincing they said yes.
While big events may create major changes in our plans for our future, little events define us as the people we will become. One of my earliest memory was as a five-year-old. I have been there many time, in my thoughts and dreams. In it, I was on the dirt drive of the church parsonage was evening.
I was raised in a strict environment. Most of the time, my mother was at work and I was forced to withstand my grandmother. She saw me as an adolescent at such a young age and treated me like one. That is where my innocence was removed. Luckily, I had school. I was pretty dumb, both academically and emotionally. I was not a social person. I was a kid from Austin and I was new to the people and community. The community was neither bad or good. It seemed like a regular place as no other. Being a person that was blamed for nearly everything, I didn’t speak much. I didn’t socialize often. Eventually, I met my best friend. He understood my situation and we liked games. He actually opened my eyes to the world of gaming. Eventually, I made a few
My most memorable childhood event was when I was 15 years old. It was the Fourth of July. A big family vacation a barbeque, over night stay and out of town trip to six flags, and I had a blast the night before me, my mom, sisters and brother packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville ,Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; six bedrooms two an half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville.
There were many jobs around the house that had needed attention for some time. One chore that needed to be done was clean the scary basement. The reason I never cleaned it was because I hated the basement due to t being scary and dark. Also, it always had a bad smell of mothballs and mold just like an old barn does. We also had a chance to do some long-postponed shopping. My mom and sister drug me with them and I begged not to. I felt it was useless to whine about shopping because I was made to go, no if and or buts about it. They went to every store around our small town and shopped for ever. They had to try on everything they saw in the stores and turns out they didn’t buy nothing all day. And each of us also did some letter writing or other paperwork that was long overdue. My Dad finally wrote to his father who he has not talked to in many years but I do not know why, they never told me. His letter must have been a thoughtful one because his emotions were everywhere he cried which he never does. I hope his father appreciates him writhing to