It was a beautiful summer day at my Dad’s house on the lake. There wasn't a single cloud in the sky and the water shimmered like a jewel in the sun. The air was hot but the wind off of the lake kept us cool. It was almost to good to be true. We were hosting a 4th of July party for all of my dad’s friends and family and this day in particular would be one that none of them would forget. This wasn't the first 4th of July party at my dad’s house so it started off like any other day. My dad took me and my brother to buy fireworks for the show he puts on once it gets dark. We walked aisle by aisle taking a look at vast assortments of fireworks. Once we made it to the register the lady behind the counter said there was a deal on the ones we bought and we were allowed to pick out 2 large boxes with a variety of fireworks. My dad sent my brother and I to pick them out and once we found them we got into an argument about which box to get.
“Let's get the one that has more things that shoot up into the sky!” exclaimed Scott
“No, we have to get one that has sparklers and little ones for the kids that come.” said Jared
“Well no one ever uses all the sparklers. There is always a lot left over.” said Scott
“If
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I had only been this scared one other time in my life. Once when my brother and I were little my mom took us to trax farms in the fall. One of our favorite things would be to race against each other in the corn maze. We both darted through the maze and once i made it through i realized i had beat my brother and i waited with anticipation to rub it in his face. We waited for about 30 minutes and he didn't come out yet. That's when my mom started freaking out. She sent me back through to look for him. I wasn't scared at this point but I knew my mom was worried. As I made my way through I was thinking that he must have gone off of the path to try and scare me so i went under the ropes and started looking for
It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was at golf practice. It was a gorgeous day. The sun was out, there was just a slight breeze, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. No one could have asked for a better day.
One summer morning, I woke up excited. My friends and I were going to Hershey Park. I’ve been busy this summer, so this is the first time I was able to go. Hershey Park is a big amusement park with big roller coasters and a big water park. The Fahrenheit is my favorite ride there. I woke up, took a shower, got dressed, ate breakfast, and waited for them to pick me up at my house. While I sat on my couch, I had my bag with a towel and a bathing suit for the water park and I could put my phone there. I was ready to go.
The day was like any other Independence Day in its celebration-the barbecue was on the grill, the family was on the deck, and the good feelings were freely flowing. I chatted with the family, put in the requisite time at the kiddies' table, and began to feel the spirit of the holiday. It was clear and calm that day, with still no indication of the police-led festivities yet to come, and then it happened: an old uncle, rarely seen except for those few occasions when public drinking with the familial unit is acceptable, brought out a bag of things that no self-respecting Fourth of July party-goer is without--the fireworks. Pretty soon the kids, and even a few adults, were enjoying the pyrotechnic show.
In confronting any type of learned fear, you must reprogram your inappropriate fight or flight response. This means you must purposely do things that frighten you. When you are scared, an automatic reaction of resistance and anxiety occur. You don’t even have to consciously think about the feeling; it just happens. Your body reacts with an increased heart rate, breathing and muscle tension so you know to defend yourself. This built-in survival mechanism called the “flight or fight” response is hardwired into our DNA. This is why your reaction can occur without you even consciously thinking about.
It 's a nice day in July, the third, the day before all of the excitement. Families are out and about standing in lines wrapped around the store buying kerosene for their grills. Of course you can’t forget the Hotdogs, hamburgers, buns, jello, cake, icecream and popsicles. Any kind of food you could ever want and most in the color red white or blue. People are flocking to the firework stands to buy as many of the biggest and baddest fire works they have to offer. Kids spending there allowance on rockets, snakes, poppers, parachutes, and smoke bombs. Fourth of July is almost in full swing just a few more things before the big party. While all of these people are running around like ants in a frenzy swarming to the melted ice cream cone on the hot pavement. My aunt, uncle, and cousins are at their house preparing for the big party an annual fourth of july
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
June 6th, 1944, we were on the HMAS castlemaine boat, our General, Dwight D. Eisenhower, was about done with his speech and was ready to send us in. We were in our Landing Craft Assault boats, heading towards the Omaha beach in Normandy, France. In our LCA boats we fit about 15-20 men but, when we go to Omaha there will be 30,000 soldiers, if we all make it in alive. I was facing the battle known as operation D-Day.
That is what usually makes people fear something isn 't it? The thought of something taking you away from the only people you know and love. The thought that I might not ever see my parents again if he stole me from my bed. Eventually I grew up a found out that my parents were right and I had no reason to fear a monster beneath my bed, but the fear of being taken away stays with me and is ultimately going to be my last fear.
Its 1777, in Boston Massachusetts a small skirmish between the british and a band of poor colonial states calling themselves the Americans has blown up into a global war. The mighty royal British forces with the help of the Hashians have invaded America and the Britishes arch enemy the French have just entered the war on the american side. With all this going on the newly formed american side is is dealing with issues from within. There are three factions in on the american side the patriots who are fighting for independence and liberty, the neutralist who just want to be left alone and think there's no problem with the current state of the colonies, and the Loyalist who still believe in rule by the crown and believe that the patriots are a lost cause. Im Major General Horatio Gates of the Colonial American Army, Commander of the Northern District.
When I stepped out of the door on that Saturday morning the weather could not have been any better. The sun had only been in the sky for a few hours so the air was still cool. The mix of sunshine and a slight breeze hit my face at the same moment and it felt superb. The short walk across the driveway that I had to take to get in car felt like ages.
Fear comes from comes from a lot of places but one fear might sound strange to you.
“In the camps. . . . I had the opportunity to study the human race from the cradle to the grave, and to see what happens to people when reduced to one status and one condition. Cameras and photographs were not permitted in the camps, so I recorded everything in sketches, drawings, and paintings.” Mine Okubo (22). From my birth on June 27, 1912 to December 6, 1941 I was just a regular American citizen just like anybody else. However on December 7, 1941 when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, Hawaii. I was seen as a terrorist spy, an unloyal american, and an all around untrustworthy person all because of the country my ancestors comes from and my distinct asian features. From then on I would be lose my name and only be known as a number. Just
A variety of locations were also set up where families could go to enjoy their time at the beach in a multitude of ways. There were stalls that offered interactive sessions with the children, teaching them exactly what Fourth of July meant to America and why it was such an important day in the history of the United States. Other tents sold souvenirs, towels, and morning glory sparklers for the day. In a secluded corner, a local band played bright tunes with their sun-beated guitars and intimate drum solos. Some teenagers stood in lines waiting to show off their strength and aiming skills to their girlfriends in hopes of winning them stuffed animals. There was a small section dedicated to dancing where couples would either clap and watch the public dancers dance to various tunes like, “Hey! Macarena!” This was the fun that they were all having in order to pass time for the main event later in the
It was a bright and warm summer morning when I woke from a good night sleep. Nothing prepared me for the dark, gloomy and sad day ahead of me. You see, this was the day that my cousin and childhood best friend passed away in an auto accident.