As My Feet Hit The Spring Board, Time Feels Like It Has

big place to be without my mom being right beside my side. I saw all of the older girls defending their kingdom, flying through the air, in my eyes, perfectly. Knowing one day, I wanted to be just like them. That day, I felt inspired to be the best I could be, pushing myself to be nothing less. From that day on, every time I step into the gym, all I feel is a feeling of gratefulness. Where else could I ever have this feeling? You walk in and it hits you, immediately like a punch in the face. Sweat

arena that is one hundred times larger than my home, I feel like a needle in a haystack. So many people surrounding me it’s like I’m one grain of sand in a whole ocean. The people around the arena form a black and yellow checker board. Their clothing meshes together and looks like a throw. Smelling the concession stand makes me feel like a starving child. The aroma of hotdogs and Italian sausage reminds me of a back yard grill. The smell of melted cheese on nachos makes my stomach growl wishing I had

Jones has kept me calm for the past two years because if I gave up after every failure I’ve overcame in track I would not be sitting in this class or even attending Slippery Rock for that matter. As cliché as it sounds, everything does happen for a reason. I learned this the hard way during my junior and senior years of high school. Even though most of my experiences from being on the track team are positive, I ended my junior and senior year with the same feeling; regret and feeling like there

Rachel is my best friend. We have been friends since the third grade, and she knows me the best. We’re like two peas in a pod. (simile) She told me earlier today that she had a huge surprise for me. I was excited. She just texted me telling me she was on her way over. I have no idea what she could be getting me. My birthday was coming up so I assumed it was an early birthday present. I saw her car pull up in the driveway. Rachel gets out of her car. She begins to walk up to the door and with each

daily routines and their commutes to work; the city is about to awake. 1862 Boston, the home of almost 700,000 Americans at the time, remained one of the busiest cities in the world. “So what are you getting today, Timmy boy!” “Oh just some paper and some milk.” I said after grabbing the milk out of the refrigerator. “What’s the paper for?” Mr. Hanson asked. “Well, my Papa is in the war so I decided to write to him.” “Oh, I’m really sorry Timmy. I’ll be praying for him every night.” “Thanks Mr

Music floated through the brisk cold air from the open window of the music school looking over the peaceful lake where families and young lovers basked in the morning gentle rays. The spring flowers, which were gently swaying in the breeze as their petals reached toward the sky while enamoring the hearts of poets and painters alike and the flowers blushed at the attention they received from the young children who’s greedy hands yearned to clutch the colorful beings in their dirty little hands, only

of the sweaty callused feet. I am greeted with a hello every couple seconds by my friends and coaches the further and further I walk towards the open studio. I shove my large black bag with my dance logo and name on it which shows that I am on the highest team at my studio. There is a couple practicing on the floor that won’t stop do to the insane girl dance partner where nothing is ever good enough for her. Then I see that it is four o’clock time for team to start where my worries are left off the

Colorado Springs Walking Tour (musical entry) Welcome to Rediscover America, Colorado Springs, CO. My name is Jennifer and I’ll be your guide as we relive the unique and colorful history of what is often referred to as “The Springs.” This tour has been almost a century-and-a-half in the making, and during this walk through our city’s past, you’ll discover people, places and happenings either overlooked long forgotten by locals and visitors alike. During your tour, we encourage you to take the extra

He jerked back as if the force would spring his arm back into place. Gravity took over his knees forcing them to buckle and hit the ground. Some might say he looked like newborn deer, fresh out the womb. His arm was left hanging with barely any support at all. His only support was his hand holding it closely to his side as if he could protect it from further harm. His arm looked like a gummy worm...except more flimsy. The adrenaline took over his body like a built in anesthesia, taking his mind

I ain 't much of a man for gunplay. I had me enough of that during the war. After, I got my leg shot off at Gettysburg and they sawed it off at the knee, I just had about enough of fighting. They gave me a little mustering out pay, I got me a peg leg, which I attached to my upper leg with a leather strap and I was ready to begin a new life. A few days on a stinky old train that rattled and rolled like it was about to just plumb lay down and die, all the good trains were being used by the military