"Where is my dad at?" I said, thinking to myself, my dad has been just in the house. "He went to on the hill," said my mom. Wonder why he is up there for? Then I thought to myself he's probably weed-deting or something else up there. Then I got something to eat. I got home from school one Friday afternoon and my dad and my brother had gone up to the hill which was above my house. To weed-det and they have found a huge paw paw tree. It was encumbered with paw paw's. So, my brother climbed up the long large tree trunk and had shaken the paw paw tree until the beautiful sized paw paw's fell off the huge tree. About 32 huge paw paws' fell off the large tree and so my dad waited for my brother to climb down the tree. Then collected them swiftly.
He questioned his mom about it and she said that they would visit his grandfather soon. Bud walked back to his room and as usual hid mom sang him a song. Bud fell asleep in a blink of an eye. Bud slept peacefully throughout the night. Bud could tell his mother was lonely so he thought he would go and try to find his dad.
"Woohoo,were finally at school" I exclaimed sleepily.I saw my saw my dad walking toward me as I stepped of the of the bus."You look tired" my dad pointed out to me. "I am," I told him."I could'int get any sleep with everything distracting me especially the T.V." I continued telling my dad as we walked toward the car. On the car ride home I told my dad about all the awesome adventures we had in
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
My uncle, who was hunting about one hundred yards away from me, saw a buck running through the woods(it was the one I had shot). He looked through his binoculars and saw blood pumping out of the hole my broad head had made! As he watched, the deer fell
We were traveling thought all the beautiful places and cities in the country. During our vacation, one day we stopped at a restaurant in a small town. As we were eating, my 16-year-old cousin said to me hurry up, finish your meal and we’ll go play outside. I was a little boy just turned six years. I was excited to go play outside with my cousin, so I was the first one to finish with my meal.
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.
I had a tight grip on his hand as we crossed the street over to the gas station and skipped alongside him. “Dad, I think I’m going to grow my hair out,” I said with certainty. “Yeah?” my dad said, “Why do you want to have longer hair?” “I don’t know, I think it would be cool to have long hair.
It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
It was full of cigarette smoke and the smell of unclean truck drivers. He sat in the middle of the restaurant at a table with four chairs. The table was silver and red with matching chairs. Dad was drinking coffee. He wore a button down cowboy shirt that was clean and pressed. He almost didn’t fit in as a trucker. As I walked in he stood up and immediately and I knew he was my dad. I had seen earlier pictures of him. He was a short man with a stout look about him. I walked over to him and then I sat down, nervous as a lamb in a lion 's den.
One summer me and my grandma and uncle went out of town to visit some family in southeast kansas and i knew we would go to are favorite fishing spot while we were there. I was so excited after we went and visited family we went back to the hotel room i knew i should get some rest cause we were going to get up early. The next morning we got around it was about 7am the orange sun was glowing we headed out to the stock pond we fished at when we are out here. After we got out there and got all are stuff set up i had my grandma put some bait on my hook cause i thought it was gross , after she baited my hook i casted my pole out as far as i could and then sat back and waited. As the day went on and the sun got higher and hotter i heard my grandmas bell start ringing on here fishing pole i looked over and seen here jerk it , she started reeling it in it to...
“Oh, really?” My dad said. “I’ll make sure that he does that.” My dad said nothing to me when we got to the car, and he started to drive. I could cut the tension with a knife, during the ten minutes of silence . “What’s he going to say? What’s he going to do?” I kept asking myself as we drove home. He finally asked me “So, what’s the plan for the test Andrew?” I just shrugged, too afraid to say
I had waited all day to talk to my mother, for it was my grandmother’s birthday and she had been busy all week with the party preparations. I finally manage to get her attention and break the news. At the time, I knew I was doing the right thing, I finally told her I was dropping out of school, hence, I received a job offer I couldn’t refuse. My plan was to work for two years, save enough money and finish school then. As I expected, my mom was speechless with her mouth and eyes wide open. My step dad just stood there scratching his head like trying to put some type of logic to my plan. The first thing that came out of my mother’s mouth was, “are you crazy”! The next thing she said was, “why are you rushing, you are making a big mistake
After I got ready, I walked downstairs into the kitchen and saw my father already eating breakfast. “Did you get enough sleep?” my father asked, wondering because we got back to the condo late last night. “Yeah, more than a school night
His stomach growled, answering for him. To the gas station, he thought. It was warm outside that day, so he rolled down his windows, playing the same indie music that his friend used to pick on him about. He missed her, but she was gone now and there was no point dwelling over it. Finally, he entered the doors and the smell of cigarettes hit him, reminding him of her.
We knew I had hit the deer and that it was an exceptionally well placed shot; however, we also knew we needed to give the buck time to die. After patiently waiting we started our search. We were tracking a steady amount of blood but it was already late and darkness was approaching. After tracking for quite a while, we lost daylight and had to quit for the night. My Dad assured me that we would be able to find the deer the following morning. That was quite possibly the longest night of my life. I was so stressed, I did not sleep that entire night. When morning came I was ready to hurry down to the field and hunt this deer down. We began our search back where I had shot the deer. We tracked the deer to a creek at the base of a valley, but the stream of blood was becoming faint and difficult to follow and I was beginning to become distraught. My Dad decided we should hike to the top of a hill and look down into the valley to see if we could see the deer lying anywhere along the creek. If we did not see the deer we planned to call in several of our friends to help locate the buck. After making it to the top of the valley we peered down into the base of the valley hoping to spot the buck. Just when all hope seemed to be lost my Dad turned and said, “There lies your deer right in front of us.” I could not believe it; I was so excited and relieved at same