What do you think the world would be like without imagination? There would be no Iphone,no car ,no light bulb. The world would be useless to anything. The first humans would be eaten within a day. That is why I think imagination is important.…
I was born at 11:55 am on a Saturday in the Kern Medical Center on February 7, 2003. My mom and grandma were arguing about what my name was gonna be. My grandma said Mercedes (gosh what a horrible name), but my mom said, Breanna. They agreed but my grandma said Mercedes had to be in there somewhere, but my mom thought that was an ugly name ( which I agree with). I don’t know the rest after that but then that’s how I became Breanna Sadie Reyes. 6 months later I said my first word and it was Poppa. My mom wasn’t sure if I was trying to say Grandpa or Papas (potatoes), I guess will never know. Thursday, February 7, 2004, was my first birthday and I was obsessed with Winnie the Pooh, so obsessed that I took a picture of Winnie the Pooh holding a 1 in his hand and I was so happy.…
If given the opportunity to correct a mistake from my past, appreciating my curves in my childhood is the first slip up that comes to my mind. Rejecting my wide hips and thick thighs,I longed to have a slender figure not unlike my friends. Ultimately, I purchased one of Shaun T’s workout systems called “Insanity” in the seventh grade. Despite the obvious signs of exhaustion that my body exhibited, I kept pushing myself to endure three workouts a day. I set intangible goals for myself such as losing ten pounds a week. After three and a half months of consistently following Shaun T’s program, I was found heavily wheezing in my sleep during my mother’s nightly rounds to check on my siblings and I. Soon after, I began to feel claustrophobic, as…
I was born on August 9, 2001 at Saint Mary’s Hospital. My journey has been short, but filled with laughter, faith, sadness, and growth.…
The racetrack feels like there is a drum inside your ribcage. This feeling comes from cars turning the track and people cheering…
It was a Tuesday in February when it first happened. Unexpectantly waking up in the morning, realizing that the bottle of pills taken the previous night did not do what the Internet said they would. When you are someone like me, actions and thoughts like this occur on a daily basis. Nobody wants to live this way, constantly dreading each day and hoping the next will bring a stable supply of neurotransmitters like serotonin or dopamine. These chemicals in the brain, when in excess or in insufficient amount, cause depression. As a person with dysthymia (Eeyore Depression), everyday life is a challenge; simple tasks become strenuous, thoughts become askew from random triggers, and being understood by others is a rarity.…
It sounds very boring to live my life in the same way every single day. Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Go to bed. The idea of living in someone else’s body every single day sounds adventurous and exciting to me because I would never know whose body I will be in. Even before reading this book, I always wondered what it would be like to be someone else, to experience what s/he’s experiencing, and to feel her/his emotions. The fact that I will be in different places, meeting different people, experiencing different cultures, and living a life that I might never have thought of makes me want to be the main character of the book.…
My mother, sister, and I were driving down Highway 124 on a hot July day when my mom screamed and slammed on the breaks. Fear rushed through our bodies. Outside the car window, a short young African American man was launched into the air. As he came down, a loud boom sounded as his body helplessly rolled off the hood of the faint green Toyota Corolla in front of us. The man lay motionless in the road while we waited for what seemed like hours for the driver to exit the car. His red shirt and gym shorts were ripped. The driver of the opposing car threw the vehicle in reverse in a spasmodic action in an attempt to end the man’s life. The injured man made an effort to crawl onto the Wendy’s sidewalk, forcing his body up on the curb to evade the car. The driver drove up onto the curb and blew its tire, just barely missing the wounded man. Realizing the driver would stop at nothing, my mother drove her white suburban in front of the car, blocking the violent perpetrator from doing any further damage.…
How to you feel now a days? I hope all is well. I am sure Aunt Rosie would not mind to keep you company.…
when people say “It is just a game”. I believe that basketball has taught me many valuable life…
The real baby was quite an experience. I have always wanted a baby to play with, take everywhere, spend late nights with, rock it when he/she is crying, and all of everything. Bad and good. I always knew that was what I wanted. I never decided on a time frame, but I always wanted one. When I got the baby, my experience was not good, but definitely not bad. I was tired and cranky. I was on edge and just annoyed.…
I had a fun experience with My Virtual Child! I tried to choose a combination of suggested ways to raise your child and ways to not raise your child, just to see how they would turn out.…
Have you ever thought of thing that happen on the day you were born? Were they important, interesting, peculiar? Did they happen on the same year of did they happen in the years before you were born? I’m Tucker John Boes. I was born on March 1st, 2002. I live in Haubstadt, Indiana. I have a sister, Skylar, mom, Kelly, dad, John, and a dog, Rex. I attend Haubstadt Community School as an 8th grader.…
I have always been drawn to music. As a child, I had a fond attachment to music. Music was always being played in my household, whether it was on the radio, the television, or through an instrument. Music has always given form to my feelings. As a child I remember I would turn on the radio, sit on my bed and just listen to random music stations. Although I never had dreams of becoming a singer, dancer or any sort of musician, I have always been fascinated by music. I have been captivated by rhythm and melody since the days my mother would sing me to sleep.…
Insanity is a state of consciousness that belongs in the deep dark corners of the human mind. No matter how much people try to hide it; there will always be a craving for the unknown and the abominable dark side that society is always trying to hide. This craving excites the minds of people with explicit content and scenarios that are not seen on a daily basis for it is either not accepted by society or it is illegal. Every now and then people need quick fixes that would lower the hunger for horror. Horror movies exist for the sole purpose of keep the hunger for blood satisfied. We need to keep the inner beast at bay by feeding ourselves with small portions of demonic, bloody, violence, found in horror movies. Everyone is guilty of this crime for it is in our nature…