A Summer-Over Summer Trip To The Summer

I was a little hesitant at first, but everyone convinced me to start off small. "We'll only get on the little rides if you want.", Emily said. "Yeah, we won't go on any of the big roller coasters unless you really want too.", Henry agreed. Feeling a little more at ease now, I agreed to get on the small rides. They were really fun and we were all having a great time. I kept looking up at the big rides and saw all the people getting on with big smiles and laughing. "What's the worst that can happen? I want to try to get on that one.", I said as I pointed at a yellow and blue roller

In “A Summer Life” Soto is the name of a six-year-old boy who faces a decision between sinning and not fulfilling his sweet tooth desires. This all started when Soto became bored and thought the only way to cure his boredom was through sin. Though Soto knows that sinning is iniquitous he ends up going against all of his religious beliefs and greedily taking the pie for his own longing to eat something sweet. Shortly after, Soto knows stealing the pie was wrong and regrets his decision. In “A Summer Life” Soto shifts from greedy to guilty by using striking imagery, potent ethos, and biblical illusions to recreate his story.

"I never got nothing I wanted in my whole life. Now, I’m go’n get a whole day?" pg. 170

There is nothing I love more than going on a summer vacation with my family and friends. I like to lay on sweltering days by the pool side, eat delicious dinners, and party endlessly. Summer trips make memories for years to come. But, I cannot enjoy the beautiful scenery and experience the carefree attitudes without preparing for the trip proper packing preparation.

The 2011 Coretta Scott King Author Award was awarded to One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams-Garcia. Narrated by eleven-year-old Delphine, this story is set in 1968 in Oakland, California. The topics in this book include the Black Panther Party, child abandonment, and cultural differences; however, these are all told from a child’s point-of-view.

“All Summer In A Day” by Ray Bradbury is a short story about a girl named Margot and her experiences on the planet Venus. Margot moved to Venus from Earth when she was 4 years old, old enough to remember the sun. On Venus, the sun only comes out every 7 years for a couple hours, other than this, it’s always raining. The other children on this planet bullied Margot, they were mean to her because she could remember the sun, and they didn’t. One lesson the story suggests is that when you don’t think about your actions, it can lead to regret and guilt.

I was fitted for a parachute, instructed on proper posture for the dive and told numerous times to have fun; fun was the last thing on my mind. Justin and I were paired together to ride inside the small Cessna that took the shape of a pack of gum with flimsy wings. I could not believe this was the craft to take us two miles in the atmosphere. Andy, Justin, and I entered the airplane and slid to our designated places until it was time to take the dive. I was strapped to Andy's chest just like Justin was to his tandem. Justin volunteered to sit by the sliding plexi glass door that shook with a fury when the pilot ignited the engine. That moment I realized I would be falling for a solid 45 seconds over San Diego Bay in the next ten minutes. Andy

However, as we came back down, the queasy feeling returned. I was clammy and dizzy when I managed to stutter to my sister, “I...I think I am going to throw up!” My loud, outgoing, funny sister proceeded to laugh in my face; when I threw up seconds later she continued to laugh. There I was, throwing up from 200 ft in the air. I could feel the rough, strong, scratchy texture of the rope as I clenched onto it and hurled over my shoulder. Then I puked again. And again. And again one last time. I know the exact amount of times I threw up because the crew member, who had my phone, joyfully recorded me the whole

Suddenly it was my turn to get strapped in. I could feel every inch of my body shaking, and I could even sense the fear coming from my mom, who was watching from the ledge above. I could tell my dad and my other siblings weren’t scared for my brother and I, because all they were doing was taking pictures of us and admiring the view. The employee who was strapping me in was giving me tips like, “keep you legs up”, and “brake as you come into the landing port”, but I couldn’t hear a thing he was saying because I was so nervous and focused on getting it over with.

Summer vacation. A time to relax, kick back, and sleep. Well, at least for most people. My summer vacation was packed. I ended up going to five states in a total of two weeks. Today, I want to tell you about my excursion down south with my dad’s side of the family. The trip was crazy, hectic, and full of a lot of driving; it was really fun at the same time. I hope my explanation of this trip will come close to the amount of joy this summer trip brought me.

It's not often that our family gets to fly back to the states to visit family so when my brother and I flew back during the summer of 2015, we were more than excited to be going back to South Carolina to see close relatives that we’d been missing. Since our relatives live on the coast it is often customary to visit the beach during our vacation to kick back and enjoy ourselves. After moving to Germany our experience with the sun and beach had been little to none. Needless to say, we were all excited to be going to the beach again since it had been some years and we’d forgotten what it was like to be at one. That summer vacation my brother and I were quickly reminded of all the fun to be had, the people we could meet, and the lessons we could learn while we were at the beach.

Mom, my sister, Julianne, and I were at Sea World in San Antonio. Although we’ve already been there multiple times, she insists on going there. It probably has to do with us having a membership and her being a cheap Asian mom. She wouldn’t let us buy any food or drinks, or any souvenirs. Except that dumb stuffed penguin that she bought Julianne that she managed to rip in my room and make a huge mess that I had to clean up. Anyways, the shows at Sea World are always the same, so we are left with a few choices, to rewatch the shows, go to new animal exhibits, or go on some rides. We quickly went through the new exhibits, and between all these exhibits were the two largest rides in the park. One of them was what I call the traditional roller coaster, where it goes up slowly so you can enjoy the beautiful view of the park, then plunge down suddenly, your heart filled with fear and your ears filled with screams. The other was even worse. It twisted around and went upside down and then went to the moon. Suddenly, Mom asked “Would you like to ride any those rides? You seem really bored riding these kid rides with Julianne?” Two things popped up in my mind. The wimpy side of me was

I used to look forward to summer vacation, but not the summer of 1969. Mommy and Daddy huffed and puffed and slammed every door in earshot, scurrying in and out of the house like Cinderella’s mice lugging boxes and bags filled to bursting drenched like sweatshop shirt pressers. “Good! Good! Work!” My terrifying grandfather Papa Frank shouted at them, just standing at the curb and supervising, his fists resting atop his hips in an arrogant, mocking manner. He said he always knew best. He scared me, his expression sneering, angry about something or another, with a face red and swollen like a boil about to burst. I was too smart for my own good, he said, which I was. But even at eight years old, I knew what was waiting for me in the summer of 1969. While the world dreamed about the upcoming moon landing or fretted about hippies or the Vietnam War, I begged my parents to let me stay home alone in Queens that summer. I did not want to go to Finkelstein Farm.

Summer was a time for traveling, and exploring the uniqueness of the world; and when Samantha was twelve years old, that is exactly what her family did. Samantha, her brother Jacob, and her parents packed their suitcases full of summertime clothes and swimwear for a vacation to the Bahamas, in the summer of 2012. This vacation held a special place in Samantha’s life, because it was filled with exhilarating experiences, amazing food, and a beautiful view. However, unlike Samantha’s island escape, in the winter of 2014 she got to experience a big time camping mistake! No matter how hard Samantha tries to forget this atrocious vacation, she never can. Samantha, Jacob, her parents, and her great aunt Carry all packed their suitcases full of miscellaneous items, not knowing what they would be getting themselves into. Much like the island escape, the experiences, food, and the views all created an unforgettable memory; however, this camping vacation was not a pleasing memory.

Back in the day, when I remember of me being a child and it was one of the best moment I could think of my childhood that happened in the summer, where good time start it and not too far off that it sound it like that we played in the water and we figured since it is a bit hot outside i was going to six flags and having some fun with our family and friend having an enjoyable time. Few things I would say about my childhood was also the summer time, when the sun was hitting my body my mom used to worry about me a lot so I would not get dark so she would tell me to put sunscreen on all the time even on my face and in front of my friends but back when I was little I did not get what or why she was saying that but now I get it on why. Sometime when I didn’t wear the slippers my feet would burn like I was walking in a fried pan but I were to just walk in grass with my wet feet and then a few seconds later same thing happens again so it was not point of walking in the grass but I still walked. I closed my eyes one time because my mom used to surprise me with friends coming over, going to swimming and having a picnic and playing with the park dogs, it would be so much fun but we had this curfew time to get back home and the only annoying thing was the bugs and bees around us that were biting out skins off and making us scratch and the dirt we use in or the mud that we use to make sand castles out of at the beach. I tried to look up and see if I would be getting some shade anytime