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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
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 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.
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.
Names are stories. They’re a blessing. They’re dreams for your future. They predict your path. They celebrate you but most importantly, they set the identity of who you are.
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.
School (ugh) I have been through a lot of it and I still have more to go (ugh). I started school when I turned 2 almost 3 years old. My first year at school was at my church, the program was called “moms and tots” the year after we tried to do “moms and tots” and a preschool called “teddy bears” at the Central High school but doing both did not really work so we just stuck with “teddy bears” for a school year. Like a regular school year, starts in the fall ends in the spring. The year after I attended VPK for another school year at my elementary school called Chocachatti. I continued through Chocachatti till the very end.
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One of my most favorite memories is when my boyfriend took me to Hawaii to celebrate my birthday. It was the first time for both of us to visit the islands. While we were there, we enjoyed the beautiful sunsets, the perfect pearl white beaches, and kayaking the coast of Waikiki island. One aspect of this wonderful trip that I did not like was the five- hour flight from Los Angeles, California to Honolulu, Hawaii. During the flight to Honolulu, we were offered an exquisite cold meat appetizer and Malibu Rum with natural-coconut flavor.
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