I was living just on the outskirts of a big city in Ohio, close to a really scummy side of town. My friends and I would always walk to the corner market for candy and slushies, a trip we regularly made with no issues. One particular summer day my 3 friends and my little sister and I were making our way to the market. It was really hot and the anticipation of ice cream treats was overwhelming. We headed out for the 20-minute walk, talking, laughing and having fun. As we made it to the second neighborhood block, I noticed that a small red car with Florida license plates was following slowly down each of the neighborhood streets. I thought that was odd because he was driving really slow and seemed to be watching us. It freaked me out but I didn’t …show more content…
My friends and sister (who was 7 at the time) waved back. I just glared at him and watched as he drove away. We reached the end of that block and again, there he was, waiting at the curb in his car. He waved again and called out to us that he was lost and needed help finding a certain street. Since I was the oldest, I decided to speak to him and told him he just needed to go straight down the road and would dead end into the street that he needed. He said thank you and drove off. As we continued walking, I had this sinking feeling in my gut that we would see him again. Sure enough, as we reached the next corner of the block, he was sitting there, waiting for us. At this point, I was really annoyed and upset that he wouldn’t go away. He called out to us again, stating that he was still lost. This time, though, he asked if we could come show him on the map. This was the 90's and I don’t think many people had GPS and smartphones didn’t exist. Before I had a chance to do anything, 2 of my friends and my little sister were walking up to his car. I freaked out and hurried up to them to grab them back and just as I was grabbing my sister's hand, I glanced over and the man in the car was naked from the waist down and was jerking off, to the point that he had actually gotten
that he go see if anyone needed help. He drove around the area but saw nothing
He was older than my dad. They both looked at us and greeted us with a smile and a soft
son almost every day but I can't remember his name sadly he was from somewhere else he was the kindest kid his family was so respected by the neighborhood just the nicest people but after the 9/11 attack they just turned there back on them there son and I were out one day and two grown men looked at us and started say the meanest things i have ever heard i was scared and didn't know what to say so i just stared at them as my friend sat there with me the two men started walking closer i couldn't move I was so scared I didn't know what to do as they got closer they said “leave now you're not welcome here” I didn't know what they meant but befor
“License and registration please.” He said. He goes back to his car with my license and registration all of my thoughts were going crazy and I didn’t know what to do but think “ What is happening?” I thought.
Then came the horn at the gate. I was very sure it was my father's car. I started getting nauseous as I watched him park the car. Carrying his bag from the car was my usual routine but this day was an exception.
The Time My Dad and I Stole Santa In my neighborhood people are really nice and normal and not weird at all. Nobody fights and people just live regular. My neighborhood is going down a hill so it's very windy.
My first thoughts are likely "What a rude motorist!" As a result of my culture most people presume it's not proper to flaunt traffic laws, or to endanger other motorists. I understand in the type of the manner he was acting, that this can be definitely some man who should not have a driver's license.
When we got to my grandpa’s house, we jumped out of the car and took out one mortar shell to shoot off. Now, I don’t know what the odds of this happening are, but, right when we shot off the mortar shell, A COP DROVE RIGHT BY THE CUL DE SAC AND PULLED IN WITH HIS LIGHTS ON!!! My uncle Joe told Cole and I to go inside. Being 10 years old, I was a little more curious to what was going on outside with both my uncles and grandpa. I looked outside and was horrified. The officer was taking our fireworks and putting them into the back of the cop car. It seemed that the 4th of July that year was over. However, Joe was talking to the officer and drawing attention away from Justin and my grandpa. While Joe was talking to the officer my grandpa and uncle Justin was throwing all of the fireworks that was in the back of our car under the car and hiding them
As I pull up to the stop sign, I look right then left. There is a car in the distance but there is plenty of time to pull out into the road. As I pull out, I notice the car that seemed to be far away has sped up and is now right on my bumper. I slam on my brakes to piss off the driver behind me. I can tell this infuriated him. The driver holds up his middle finger, muttering something that I cannot understand. The driver then whips in front of me, almost running me off the road. As we approach another stop sign, the driver gets out of his car and walks over to mine. I get out of my vehicle and we begin to yell. The next thing I know, we are in an all out fistfight!
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 .
This school year has been a downhill slide from start to finish, started it off by moving into a new house with family members that moved here from across the country, then we ended up having to kick some of them out, and while that was happening some of our animals disappeared or got injured so much that they had to be put down. Then our horse and mule got lost, and found, by one of our neighbors.
As a first generation American, my parents worked extensive hours to support my family and consequently, they were rarely home with us. Through my experience at home, my leadership experience acquired over the years has taught me several important skills that an older brother must have. There were numerous occasions where my grandparents would care for us with our parents’ absence. However, a guilty conscience from within made me realize that there was so much more that I could do to alleviate their hard work. Thus, I began to take my siblings home after school and completed most of the chores at home; undertaking additional responsibilities allowed my grandparents to be at leisure and strengthened my ability to become a reliant older brother.
This essay I thought was a fairly straightforward one for me, but many times I had to be creative. Writing about someone else is hard in the first place, and I had to focus my essay based on one topic or a few topics from a timeline of someone else’s life. This type of essay was not very easy for me to write because I write better when I can connect ideas to my own life and make it more personal. Thankfully this essay only had to be 2-3 pages long because I am not sure about the information I was given I could write any longer. One big issue I had with this essay was how creative I had to be with what I was going to write, and how distant I felt from the context.