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When we arrived there unexpectedly I saw the ocean for my first time in Daytona beach. It made me so happy that we were all together at our first vacation. We had to wait for our hotel key so we drove around and saw a donut shop and we ate breakfast there. We stayed at a hotel called Dream Inn. My favorite activity was crab hunting because catching crabs and letting them go is fun to me..This is my favorite memory because we all had a good time at the
My first name Jakob is unique and different because everybody I’ve met with the same first name spells it with a “c” instead of “k”. I like my first name because Jacob is a very common name. My name throws people off spelling it with a “k” because its pronunciation is the same both ways. Also, my mom named me after Jacob, who was Isaacs’s son in the Old Testament and the father of the twelve founders of the twelve tribes of Israel. The initial J in my name stands for John. My mother named me after my grandpa because she has always looked up to her father as a positive role model. If I would’ve been a girl my first name would have been Brenna because that was my mom’s favorite aunt. I’m very thankful I was a boy because I like the name Jakob way better than Brenna.
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When I was thirty-three years old, I took a family vacation with my brother to Las Vegas, Nevada. The vacation was memorable in many ways. We had an awesome time and an exhausting time at the same time. As we touched down at the airport, we could see all the monumental hotels and casinos.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
When we got there we were amazed how the Bahamas looked, but I was just ready to go fishing. So we rent a car and went to the hotel to chill for a minute then go to the beach. When we got to the beach it was beautiful, the sand was warm, the water felt nice, and it was a nice breeze. My 12 year old boy Max was anxious to get in
A precious memory of mine was when I was in sixth grade. My dad decided to take my siblings and me to Yosemite National Park for the day. We spent most of the day outside looking at nature. We climbed over rocks trying to be careful not to fall into the river. We played in the snow that was on the ground.
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I was running, running as fast as I possibly could. I just couldn't get away. They were after me, I knew they were. I couldn't run forever, no one can. I knew they saw everything I did, but i didn't care. I was going to hide even if they saw it or not. I got tired of looking for a place to hide and ducked into a dark alleyway. My heart was racing, my body was shaking, and I had adrenaline coursing through my entire body. I was scared, more scared than i had ever been, and that made me worry about my chosen hiding place. I checked my wristwatch and waited for the time to come. Three......two......one...., I pushed my body off the cold, hard wall and dashed to the other side of the dumpster, but i was too late. They were right there, staring at
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When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.
My most memorable family vacation took place two years ago. We went to Corsica, a French island situated in the south of France right next to Italy. I remembered waking up early excited to visit this new land. Used to take long flights, I was surprised to arrive to the destination after a one-hour flight. Even though the flight was short for me, it was stressful for my mom, she has never felt secured in a plane, probably due to the fact that she is afraid of height. When finally arrived at the destination, the dry and warm weather was there to welcome us. We all felt relief, and knew that this was the beginning of the summer. Excited, we had a lot of activities planned for the few weeks, me and my father could not wait to dive in the clear