It was a cool Saturday morning in the month of July. The sun was slowly rising and the humidity in the air placed a thin layer of condensation on the windows of the RV. I was excited for the big camping weekend of the season when people from around the country came to see beautiful, glimmering firework shows to celebrate our country’s liberty. The camping ground was silent and still before I ran out the door. I was mainly joyful because I was going to be the first kid out my three siblings to drive our new golf cart. The cart was red, shiny, and fully charged and ready to go. Once I reached the golf cart with the keys in my hand, I hear someone coming from behind me. It was just my youngest sister Sara. Before I could even get a word out, see spotted the gleaming keys in my hand. “You have to ask Mom and Dad if you want to drive”, she said. “I know, I did ask.” She instantly caught me in my lie because she had the knowledge to know that our parents were not even awake that morning. As soon as I sat down in the driver’s seat, my Mom and Dad walked out of the door of the RV. They had the look of both disappointment and anger. Before I could even drive away, they told me that I was not allowed to drive …show more content…
I thought since I was officially a teen, I could take on all of the responsibilities of a teen. The more responsibilities I took on, the more liberties I get, I thought. No one would be driving the cart before noon, so, I still hopped on the cart, and so did Sara. We were driving around the camping grounds, the trees were standing high and proud, the pond was calm and glimmering; the whole world at the time just seemed peaceful. At about this point, it was about 11:50. I found out later that my parents were looking all over the camping grounds looking for me, Sara, and their new golf cart. Everyone just said they did see us on the cart, so my parents’ next mission was to find the cart. By the time they reached us, it was too
The racecar was not the most creative or what some would call beautifully designed. But the owner and his father worked for weeks on that little wooden block to turn it into something the ten-year-old boy could be proud to race. A previous race showed what needed to be done for a car to make it in the top five. After careful designing, sanding, painting, and graphite the car was finished.
When I turned twenty-two I was excited to purchase my first car, I had been saving for 5 years in order to obtain the car of my dreams. I knew exactly what I wanted, all the “bells and whistles”, and I knew exactly what I was willing to pay and not a penny more. I thought I had a strong knowledge of the sales and pricing of the particular car I was hoping to buy, because I had done my research for weeks browsing and comparing the Sunday car ads. I was assured that my knowledge of the sales would get me a fair price and a great deal. However, my overconfidence and naivety, in the “creepy” sales tactics used by the dealership, made me unaware of the three hour nightmare that was about to ensue; leaving me brokenhearted, angry and vowing to never step foot on a car lot again.
She brought gifts to the kitchen table and laid out her plans. Kelley thought it was wonderful having Kelley home again. She was so happy the next few days, happier than she had experienced since the car accident. Leah spent hours with Kelley showing her pictures of places she had visited or lived at and of course her new Italian boyfriend. They would watch movies together and Kelley would do some exercises to help her hand or her leg. Leah asked some questions about the facemask, the Jobst glove, and the exercises she had to do . Kelley asked Leah what their mother had told her about the accident. Kelley said she said “It was a dark and rainy night. About the exit and all. The guy with the truck. She doesn’t remember the impact, or the seconds right before it. Only that when she came to and smelled the gas she knew you had to get out before the car exploded. She said it all happened so fast.” Kelley told her mom that she didn’t have to worry about being home all the time with her because Leah was at home now. Two days later Kelley was dwelling on it when she sat down the drawing she was working on. Leah had gone to work, so Kelley was home alone. She then picked up the hand putty and squeezed it
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
I finally could see again. Blood ran down my arms and knees. My head spinning and throbbing, weak and unable to move. I couldn’t believe that riding in a golf cart, something that I had done since I was three, could result in an accident. That never should have happened.
It was a bright and shining morning in Yosemite. I woke to up the sound of my parents yelling about whose fault it was for not bringing the blue bag packed with our sunscreen and hats; I vaguely remember my father reminding me to
I was curled up in my warm blankets listening to the wind throw a tantrum outside. I thought about how much I hate wind, hoping that it would die down by the time I had to head out for school. I think suddenly thought about tents and sleeping bags on the sideway. I wondered how they were doing at that moment. I wondered if they were warm and how they were faring in the wind. I wondered how they ended up there and who’s to blame. I wondered why there wasn’t an easy solution. The next morning, as the bus approached the camp, instead of counting the tents and sleeping bags, I tried to look at their faces and reflect on how they got
The day started off like any average day, I took a hot shower, got dressed and got prepared for the day. It wasn’t until I sat down and started eating my bowl full of cheerios with extra sugar, that I realized what was actually happening. Today would be the day I finally bought my first car, after a year of hard work and conservative economic decisions.
Heading out the door, I look up and there it was a vehicle. A 2000 Toyota Camry positioned like a statue, as if turned to stone. Confused, I was and have stared profoundly at its glory. At that time, many questions came into my head. What is a vehicle doing outside my house? Whom is it for? When did it arrive? I was not thinking straight, so I start screaming and shouting from the top of my lungs. Considering this beauty was mine. What a surprise? My father standing next to the vehicle hands me the keys and says you deserve it for your hard work and dedication. I am amazed finally the time has arrived, my own car.
“Do you want us to pull over?” Jeremy suggests. A hard to hear “yes” is answered by Billy. Danielle questioned his answer. “No, i’m okay, mommy’”
The car was her safe place. Nothing means more to her than her sister. The love they have for each other is pure. From falling asleep on top of each other while they were five to falling asleep on top of each other when they are eighteen, nothing had changed.
Sauntering to the end of my driveway, I observe what seems to be the rear end of a car covered with a light grey tarp. The wheels are just visible enough to define it as a car. As I peel off the tarp, more and more of the brown car appears. Faded spots, small dents, and rusty corners are revealed as I get farther and farther with the edge of the tarp. Finally, I get to the end and my fully uncovered Nova is there.
Many people have a place that is special to them. Maybe it is the place where they meet with friends, the place where they feel safe, or the place where they fell in love. I have yet to find this place, so right now, what is special to me, is the thing that will get me there: my car. I drive a 2013 Dodge Dart. It is much nicer than my last car.
The old, light brown Toyota car, year model between in late 1900s to early 2000s, was parked next to the sidewalk and under our basketball hoop. I was rushing out the house with my suitcase and my mom trailing behind me. I was hoping if we leave right away she wouldn’t find out. Joanna’s mom and mom’s boyfriend got out of the car right away to greet me and my mom, Joanna got out soon after to make sure my mom didn’t know where we were going. To my advantage, Joanna’s mom and mom’s boyfriend aren’t fluent in English. The boyfriend told my mom, “Don’t worry I will keep your daughter safe. I drive safe to
I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together