Very Loosely-Based On A True Story The car pulls into the driveway, parking right at the garage. I hop out of shotgun as my sister, Alex, opens her passenger door. We’ve just come from the Grass Pad down on Barry Road to get our Christmas tree; a ten-footer to be exact! It is rainy, wet, and cold day and the wind chill made my ears sting. The chubby tree was sitting on top of the car and my mother and I start taking it down. As Alex cuts the ropes, the two of us slide it off the side of the car, plopping onto the ground. Now, we had to take it all the way to the front door. Because Alex has a broken finger, my mom and I have to move the tree by ourselves. Right as we pick it up, we realize that the tree is ten-thousand pounds. “Holy crap!” …show more content…
“Not at all,” I laugh back. “This is going to be fun…” We drag the tree languidly, eventually making it to the front door. Mom grabs at her stomach. “I think I might have pulled some of my tummy muscles,” she moans. “Come on,” I say, “let's think of a way we can get this in the house.” My sister drifts over to us as we ponder. “How ‘bout we get the stand on before we do anything else,” Mom suggests. I nod back in confirmation and I fetch the stand from the garage. For the first time that day, Alex helps out by slipping the stand on the end and tighten the screws to keep it in place. When we lift the tree to it’s standing position, we all realize that the tree is a little lopsided. So, all figure that if we twist the tree in the stand, we would straighten it. Except, that’s not what is happening; because of the tree’s size, when we twist it, the screws bend. “No! We ruined the stand!” I holler, trying to fix the screws. “How are we going to get this beast in the house now? Let alone it’s heavy, but now we can't even get it standing correctly!!” Mom groans as she starts losing her strength to hold the tree up. Before we know it, the tree is falling on top of Alex. Now, she doesn’t just have a broken finger, but now she has a busted face as …show more content…
She lays there in pain with pine all over her face. “Okay, we need to get this thing in the house before anything else happens,” I say, looking at my sister’s condition. Mom agrees. All of us look at the tree lying on our sidewalk, haunting us. “With all of our strength, we need to bring this into the foyer so we don’t have to stay in this bitter cold. Without saying a word, we all separate ourselves into three parts of the tree. Mom in the back, Alex is the semi-middle, and me in the front. On the count of three, we all lift the tree as high as possible (only one foot off the ground) and slowly start moving it. We only made it a short distance before our energy was up. Even though we are at our limits, we still pick it up and inch closer to the door. Now we were a the front step. As I pull from behind and Mom pushes from the back, Alex has to step over the onto the front porch but trips over it instead. Mom and I both drop the tree on Alex, again, but now her injuries were worse. “Curse this tree!” she yells. “I already had a broken finger and know I have a broken body!
...ow the tree “will churn down its dark boughs, smashing the house.” But the tree is so significant to their family that accepting the risk of injury is sensible.
get more wrinkled and cracked as the years go by. The tree can be looked upon as something not that
remember our sacred connections, to transform that hollow tree into the sacred tree it was
‘then they came to the tree, from which O was dangling, and they stopped dead.
hole the very next day. When they arrive at the tree they noticed that the hole had been
His mother hands the young boy to another and touches the trunk of the tree, closing the entrance with the rest turning away, leaving only her standing alone, glaring at
Gene still feels guilty for Finny. It is extremely hard for Gene to overcome this guilt. He feels this after he pushes Finny out of the tree. When Gene, Finny, and others go to the tree to either watch or jump out of the tree, Gene does something terrible to Finny that will change his life. As Finny and Gene stand on a branch high up on the tree, Gene shakes the branch. As an end result, Finny falls out of the tree paralyzing himself for the rest of his life. After, Gene feels so guilty until Finny passes away. Everyone is convinced that gene pushed Finny out of the tree. Yet, Finny covers up and tell everyone, including himself, that is was an accident and no one really knows how he fell out. Although Gene tell Finny that he pushed him out of "blind impulse", Finny thinks that gene is too good of a friend which leads Finny for feeling guilty for Finny.
Trees have been apart of our literature from the before the first written word. In the Garden of Eden there is the Tree of Knowledge and the Tree of Life. Many of the classic stories give trees subtle yet pivotal reminders for the readers in many of the stories. In the Odyssey, Odysseus made his and Penelope’s marriage bed out of an olive tree that had grown in the middle of the room to represent their immovable marriage.
Finally, we talked about how scary and dangerous it is for a young girl to walk through the woods to go to her grandmother’s house. Also, she has the thought of her mom telling her to be careful in the woods because it could be dangerous.
Although I have grown up to be entirely inept at the art of cooking, as to make even the most wretched chef ridicule my sad baking attempts, my childhood would have indicated otherwise; I was always on the countertop next to my mother’s cooking bowl, adding and mixing ingredients that would doubtlessly create a delicious food. When I was younger, cooking came intrinsically with the holiday season, which made that time of year the prime occasion for me to unite with ounces and ounces of satin dark chocolate, various other messy and gooey ingredients, numerous cooking utensils, and the assistance of my mother to cook what would soon be an edible masterpiece. The most memorable of the holiday works of art were our Chocolate Crinkle Cookies, which my mother and I first made when I was about six and are now made annually.
make my way to the frost coated back door, illuminated by the green and red
It’s 10:30am and Janice, Alex’s mother, receives a phone call. “Hi Janice, this is Mrs. Smith calling with regards to Alex. Yes, he isn’t having a good day. He has been very disruptive this morning. We tried calling down Alex’s older sister to calm him down, and to talk to him, but he wouldn’t calm down. Would you please come and get him?”
Mack’s GRANDFATHER stands at the end of a lonely road looking at an oak tree. Suddenly, with great joy, he lunges toward it.
Trees are usually considered as bland, unusual objects that are usually taken for granted; however, I believe there is more to a tree that meets the eye. They supply oxygen and shade. During the holidays, trees are able to spread holiday cheer by wearing holiday decorations. Through providing, they are always beneficial to the needs of others. Rather than having striking beauty like a flower, trees have are grounded and possess a gentle beauty; they are adapted wildflowers to their environment. In fact, if I had to compare myself to an inanimate object, I would choose a tree. A tree has many characteristics in common with me. Characteristics like relying on our roots, strength and observation, and helping others and leaving behind a powerful legacy are a few of the traits we share. All of which I believe are admirable qualities to possess.
Ever since I could remember, I have spent Christmas at my grandmother’s house, a house which is full of comfort, warmth, and happiness. At Christmas, I have always been able to escape the cold and dark real world allowing myself to truly enjoy just several moments in time. These moments have left impressionable memories from my childhood making Christmas a holiday that is special to me and my family. It is a time for my family to get together, share stories, laugh, and even cry.