It was a crisp spring day the birds were chirping and the bugs were buzzing and my brother and I, at the age of 10, were playing around in the backyard of our house. All we were doing was just playing around in the backyard having a fun time being normal children as always. Then I came up with this perfect idea to play hockey because since we all love hockey. So we wouldn't work garage I got a plastic baseball bat and my brother got a wooden baseball bat plus a whiffle ball.…
On a sunny Saturday morning when I was 5 years old, my sister and I were playing a game where we would push ourselves off of our bed like it was a slide. Our room was a pigsty; it looked as if a tornado had passed through. The mess from our closet met up with the end of our bed. I had just slid down the bed feet first into the mess when it happened.…
One time I was riding a very high powered four wheeler, Yamaha raptor 700rr. This bike topped out at about 95mph (no exaggeration) and I was going about 60-70mph down a dirt/rock road. When I needed to slow down I tapped the front brakes a little to hard and the bike stood up on its front two wheels, now in my head, rather than getting eaten by a 400lbs bike I decided to jump off to my right. I tumbled and tumbled lost my shoes and oddly enough ripped my shirt off…
One time when I was four years old I was playing outside and I got scared of the water coming out of our garden hose, so I ran and hid behind the hose real and asudentaly fell asleep, later all my nabours and the police were searching the nabourhood and eventualy my nabour foud me behind our hose…
About 2,500 miles east lies the cold and rainy city of Canton, Ohio. The majority of my childhood was spent inside the house as Ohio was not ideal for outdoor adventure. Although, after turning 6, I was introduced to snow skiing . It became an enjoyable hobby of mine for years. Skiing opened my eyes to the beauty of nature and the serenity it provided. I loved the smell of fresh air and the exhilarating feeling of gliding down the mountain. It is a very peaceful sport and provides a silence away from everyday life. Coincidentally, I learned of ski club in middle school where I could ski with several other students that enjoyed this exercise as well. I joined the club and looked forward to the weekly Sunday trips. It showed the importance…
This happened when I first moved to Kansas. It was the middle of summer and there were no kids around close to my age so I was alone. First i named some roses that were in my front lawn and drew pictures with them of crappy looking rabbits because that was all I knew how to draw. my mom came home one day and I ran up to her and showed her the pictures, saying "And this one rosy drew, and this one Rosetta drew and this one I drew." when I was done my mom said clearly not understanding that they were not real "what house do your friends live in?" Like the dumb kid i was i responded "oh they don't have a house they live in our front yard." Extremely confused and probably creeped out my moms said "can i meet these friends?" It was then I told…
Skiing was not my forte or my favorite activity to do. My emotions were enraged at the way I tumbled down the slope. My body ached by falling and tumbling through the freezing cold snow and ice. Home sounded so marvelous right now, anywhere but here, my confidence had hit rock bottom. My face red and frozen from sobbing. I concluded that there was some other way down, nevertheless there wasn’t.…
It was the Monday before Thanksgiving break, I was sitting in third hour reading a book and looking at the clock every few minutes, I was leaving school early to see my great aunt that day. After arriving home my mother summoned my older sister and I into the living room, she said to sit, she told the reason we were going…
As I look out across the white landscape, I try to find a place to go. Right or left, maybe straight, not knowing what to do will kill me. Straight is where I am heading, right into the trees. Once in the trees, I feel more protected. I am dodging around trees, jumping over fallen branches, soaring through the tree filled land like an eagle in the sky. I finally find a game trail and start moving along on it. The snow is packed and easier to travel on. I am running now, hoping to find any sign of humans or a camp site. SNAP! Something…
First, I was going with my family we were going to go Santa Cruz because it was my ninth birthday so we went to Santa Cruz it took three or four hours ( I was bored so I slept in the car when we got there) to get their when we got there we went on a ride which was a boat you can ride when you go on it, you can pick a seat anywhere but I pick the middle, when it started it was going front and back really fast I almost fell off the ride but it was funny then, I just closed my eyes and just stayed still until the ride was over I was kinda scared and I asked myself “the lesson is that never go to the boat ride when you're little you might fall off the ride”.…
In the winter of sixth grade me and my family had gone on a ski trip at MT. Hood. So far everything was going great I was finally getting the hang of snowboarding because it was my first year. Snowboarding was a little scary but I was very scared of the ski lift I don't really know why but i was very scared to get off of it. Later that day i did not know that my fear of ski lifts was about to get a way lot worse. I was riding on the ski lift when all of the sudden I noticed my hair was stuck. The lift was almost finished by the time I had noticed which gave me no time to get it unstuck from the chair. The ride had come to a stop when the people operating the ride noticed I could not get off. But by the time they had noticed it was too late…
I was in 3rd grade and we were playing a game of soccer because we were in our soccer unit on thursday in the gym Ruby, one of my friends was kicking the ball down the gym floor, there was a big group near her, and I went to kick the ball from her to one of my teammates when I went and accidentally kicked her foot instead!! I was in so much pain I held my ankle gritting my teeth, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” My head screamed, apparently her foot got hurt enough to the point because she told mr. salty (saltzgaber) and he said she was fine, the other team had scored the goal while me and ruby were just standing because both of our feet hurt but at least she could walk on her foot, then our soccer game was done it was time to go back to class.…
One day i was at the playground i was around 4, it was a warm sunny day my mom and aunt wanted to take me and my cousin to the park so we were happy because at this point the park was fun to me. We started to walk it was only a 2 minute walk to the park so it wasn't too bad when we got to the park we my mom and aunt sat on a bench about 10 ft away from the swings.…
A sanctuary is a sacred place where a person can feel safe and find peace within oneself. It is the theme of sanctuary that relates Irene Zabytko’s “Home Soil”, Raymond Carver’s “A Small, Good Thing” and Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper”, to one another.…
Constitutionally, our right to free speech is not being taken away from us; socially it is not either. We have come to a point in our society where minorities are no longer voiceless. They speak up against racist and oppressive words that should no longer be spoken. Small minorities have never had that free right before. For decades, rude and hurtful slander has suppressed groups of minorities without any consideration to their humanity. Times are changing; minorities have identified that these words and phrases damage them emotionally. With safe spaces being created across the nation, oppressive ideologies have been slowly disappearing.…