It was a crisp fall evening and many hours were spent on the road traveling to what seemed like another country for my young imagination. "Click," the car stopped and was put in the park. Finally, we're here to help!" my dad winced as I exclaimed into the back of his ear from the back seat. We all piled out of the car; all you could hear was the large dog barks and the occasional chirp from a puppy. The excitement was too much and I couldn't help but take off running to where the noises were coming from. My family trailed behind and we found ourselves in a fancy building that looked like it had been built just for puppies and their moms. I remember seeing all the bright yellow puppies and thinking they all needed to come home with me. My parents …show more content…
There's nothing better about hosting Thanksgiving at your house and waking up in the morning to smell the turkey frying and the rolls rising in the oven. Every morning, I knew to wake up and look outside my window; there she was patiently sitting outside my window waiting for me to wake up and give her her Thanksgiving plate. Once everyone was finished eating, I always went up to get myself a “second plate”. It so happens I would always eat this plate outside with Zoey though. Watching her tail rapidly wag and the glow of excitement in her eyes was worth every bit of the scolding look I would get from my parents for taking a whole plate of turkey and mashed potatoes with a roll to Zoey. The meals, four wheeler rides, and sunny days spent together were all coming to an end and reality had set in. Zoey’s time is slowly nearing an end and I was not ready for it. Zoey through the years was not just a family dog but became my best friend and I had never known a time without her. Now as I pull in the driveway or ride four wheelers, I feel Zoey’s absence and find consolation in all of these memories we shared. The unconditional love she never failed to show me flooded my
Personal Narrative- Eventful Thanksgiving The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were
Thanksgiving is always a day to remember. It is a time for family, laughter, jokes, and food. While gathering with family may not always go according to plan, it is good to be with the ones you love. Cleaning up after everyone is done filling their tummies is not always easy, but it is something we can make the best out of. At the end of the day, hearing loved ones and smelling pungent scented food is what it’s all about. The sounds of laughter echoed around the living room and the smell of sweet
The “Perfect” Thanksgiving In the James family Thanksgiving is far from perfect but this year I wanted to change that. Know more playing Minecraft on the Xbox. It's just going to be chatting at the dinner table and eating till we pass out, while watching football. I was determined this will be the perfect Thanksgiving. But know I had to pick out my outfit for tomorrow. I'm ready” I said with wearing my second favorite dress. A very simple one in fact, it was made of cotton and
packed white sports-mom van that my dad owned and shake the snow from ugly, brown crocs. I feel bad about Andrew's glasses, but a simple bottle of glue will fix whatever damaged I caused with the snowball. Dad reminds us how close we are to our “Thanksgiving vacation.” We stopped for gas about two hours from Great Uncle Willy and Great Aunt Rosemary's house in Ohio. Hearing this, I sink back into my seat and lean my head back onto the broken headrest. I cannot help but remember who these people are
The day before Thanksgiving I was at my grandparents' excited for a big turkey brunch. My grandparents live in Akron, Michigan. A three-and-a-half-hour drive down there feels like forever with siblings. The year 2018 is when my mother and my siblings Addie, Me, and Jonathan decided to stay there for Thanksgiving. I always love visiting to be able to shop and see my family. My Aunt Sandy and Uncle Todd live close to my grandparents. My mom and my siblings visited when we arrived at dark at my grandma
going to keep them but once we really thought about it we knew we had to keep them. I was overcome with love and joy when I first lied my eyes on my cats they have been a great addition to the family and I would not change anything. 2. Every thanksgiving my family has a big dinner like most families with everyone in the family but last year was different from the other dinners. This was the first year without my grandma who moved to Ohio and was not able to make it out but she is the only family
I think Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays. Maybe because of the special atmosphere that you can feel everywhere, in shops, restaurants , pubs and even streets, where you can hear the magical carols, or maybe it's because of its religious background, but what I can tell you for sure is that I can't think of anything more exciting than the image of the entire family preparing the Christmas Tree or fixing the Christmas dishes. When I think of Christmas the first thing that pops
My First Trip to America It was about two years ago when I arrived in United States of America, and I still remember the day when I left my native country, Honduras. As I recall, one day previous to my departure, I visited my relatives who live in San Pedro Sula. They were all very happy for me to see me except my grandmother Isabel. She looked sad; even though she tried to smile at all times when I was talking to her, I knew that deep inside of her, her heart was broken because of my departure
Personal Narrative- Not So Important Exam I’ve heard that the early bird catches the worm, and sadly enough, I’ve never been the early bird. Being on time has never been my strong spot, although I try. Even if the occasion calls for excessive speeding or car weaving, I would do it in a second if I knew I were going to be late. And for this, it could have cost not only my life, but the life of my sister. One particular morning I was scheduled to take a rather difficult, yet important exam and
Personal Narrative- The Day My Sister Left for College I had woken up extra early that morning to watch it all happen. To watch part of my life that had been ever so dominant disappear in a small gold 96’ Saturn. I watched it carefully, not thinking that these few moments would be our last, but that they would be the last that we were in some way equal. The day that my big sister drove away to college was the day my life changed. For the past 15 years, I had wanted to live and breathe whatever
Flying on the Wings of Love The seat rumbled in the window seat of the plane. I looked out across the wing at the tiny men running frantically around in their orange vests. I started thinking about where I was about to go and my palms started to sweat. "Oh no" I thought to myself as I felt my body tensing. I was getting nervous although I had no clue about how my life was about to change. The plane began to move. We were taking off. With each minute, and each thought, I became more
The Day My Father Left Us My story begins when I was in the second grade. Times were good, and I was enjoying my childhood. On a certain Sunday I and my mom attended church, as we did on other Sunday’s. This time though my dad decided not to come with us because he said he was tired. So we were off on our own doing our regular Sunday activities. Activities on this day were pretty normal. We attended a nice church service, mingled with friends, helped out around the church, and either went out
Personal Narrative- My Discovery While Fishing with Dad “Go get in the boat,” I told my twenty month old son, Adam. I finished grabbing his lifejacket, toys and the snacks out of the car. I caught up to him just before the dock. “Do you need help up?” I asked him, stooping down to his level. He replied by lifting his arms up. We walked down the flimsy dock with me balancing everything and stopped when we reached the boat. “Will you help him into the boat?” I asked my mom. “Sure
Personal Narrative- Bicycle Crash I used to bike often with my friend Juan in my hometown of Aguascalientes, Mexico. In the narrow streets, a heavy flow of traffic make biking treacherous. Certain streets have traffic signs saying, "CEDA EL PASO A UN VEHICULO" which means "Let one vehicle go through at a time." I biked on the right side of the street and my friend Juan biked on the left side. On our trip to buy tamales Juan and I were supposed to cross an intersection with a "CEDA EL PASO A
side, atop a monstrous pile of boulders. I looked over the vastness of Joshua Tree National Park, and saw a glimpse of myself. Love filled my soul; love of people, love of family. The backcountry has always helped me find this love; it has been my personal north star, shepherding me toward research and medicine. I started backpacking at 13, trekking across the winter-harsh lands of Idaho and Montana. It was difficult, but despite this, a feeling welled within me that pushed me forward. This feeling