I remember the first day I walked into my kindergarten class, I clenched my mother’s hand with all my might to prevent her from letting go. The kids around me, whom I supposed were my classmates, had long let go of their mother’s had and were playing together, and even as a five year old, at that point I felt like an outsider. I pleaded my mom to not leave but my attempts failed as I found myself alone yet surrounded by complete strangers. As I stood in the center of the room while pushing back my tears and eyeing my mother make her way out the door, I heard the teacher call my name. I timidly walked towards the spot on the yellow carpet she was signaling at for me to sit on. I heard Mrs. Ross’s soothing voice but no matter how much I concentrated
In Schwenksville, Pennsylvania, during the summer of 2016, and event occurred that gifted me with a new perspective. My family had just concluded dinner with my dad’s friend and his wife, and the adults were outside with my mom’s horse, Chip. My dog, Sally, was injured by a blow to the head from his hoof, which threw us into distress over possible outcomes. This event took place because Sally, a foolish boxer, was jumping behind Chip, while my dad’s friend’s wife attempted to mount. Being an optimist, I was counting on Sally’s survival, despite the seriousness of the situation. My misery was obvious, but this story unfolds into more than simple sorrow.
It was a beautiful summer day.The sweet smell of sunflowers blooming through our backyard was similar to the smell of honey. There were so many different types of birds and insects flying around me that I never even knew existed. With water balloons flying around my sister and I, we
The dark, cloudy night approached covering the town of Kingsville. The young girl, Kyara, coming out of the library after finishing packets of homework, stood outside the parking lot waiting for the arrival of her parents. It was midnight and her parents are taking longer than usual. Kyara looked around to see if anyone seemed to be present and she felt a presence of something to be nonexistent. The presence felt stronger and stronger each minute that passed and Kyara became to feel uncomfortable. The wind blew and made a whistle which made her get chills. All of a sudden she heard a voice far away. She turned to see and became surprised of such sight.
The wind kept howling very loud. The bamboo trees along the embankment were brawling. As we come closer to the house, the sky being dimmer and almost dark. The mockingbird started yelling at us with the word "closer". Everyone started quivering and walked slowly toward the mockingbird. The house started shaking and the bird cage wiggled and it almost fell off. As we stopped at the front yard, we looked at the cage, the cage stop wiggling and the sky became brighter. The bird started cautioning us about the trip that we were headed to. He warned us to not touch anything in the house if we saw it. Then, it opened the cage and flew away. Everyone started
It was my friend Jenna’s twelfth birthday. We were in her big backyard bouncing around on the trampoline. It was hot from the blazing summer sun shining down. Jenna did a butt bomb on the trampoline and her legs flew out from under her as she rose up into the
As a little girl in a rocking chair looking up at her Pepere seeing him close his eyes shut, then opening them. Which always made me wonder “Why is he doing that?” he would do it when he would look at us or the looking out beyond the window of life. Out this window it overlooked this small town known as Frenchville which you will see the potato fields, railroad tracks that connect to Canada, Jim’s Variety Corner Store by the entrance to this small town with only one traffic light which is a yellow blinking light. This town is so small enough that everyone knows each other and everyone looks out for one another it is a very tight knit community.
When I was four years old, I always wanted to hang around my older siblings. One of my neighbors was my older sister’s best friend. She would often come over to our house to hang out with my older siblings. One day she had come over to our house to
Her best friend was moving away… 1,000 miles away. It was extremely hard for the both of them, as he promised he would call and message her almost everyday. She was sure their friendship would survive…. it didn’t. He never called her or messaged her, not even once. Amanda gave up and was torn apart due to this, but moved on with her life. Though she didn’t have too many friends, Amanda was never shy to admit that her parents were her best friends. She got along incredibly well with both her mom and dad, as they would go on trips with one another or just hang out. She never felt embarrassed of her parents, especially how much they loved each. Amanda’s love of love started with her parents. Their story was like a fairy-tale to her, as Amanda’s father was with his friends before he saw Amanda’s mother walk into the room. He swore that he saw an angel, and Amanda would always grin at the line. Everything seemed fine and great, but Amanda was hidden from a long time. Her mother began to lose her hair, and she would her head with various hats, as Amanda believe from her mother that it was “hat season.” The lying didn’t stop as the various trips to the hospital weren’t as fun as Amanda
It was a cold day in January and the snow was falling hard. My family had plans to go skiing with my friend Andrew, but then my mom looked out the window. She said “Look at the snow out there. I can barely see the barn!” She began to think we should cancel our plans. My siblings and I begged her to not cancel our skiing plans. Eventually she decided we could risk going despite the weather.
It was an early spring morning when I embarked on my regular hike through the forest trail. The sun had barely risen and the air is cool and damp after last night’s rain. As I walked, the sounds of my own breath and the chirping of the birds intertwined and I am reminded of the feelings of serendipity and belonging the natural world brings me. The chirping is incessant and I imagine the birds conversing amongst themselves after waking up and preparing for the day. As I go deeper into the trail, I spot one source of the morning’s melodies: a nest perched high in a tree with a mother bird and her hatchlings. I stand silently and observe the dynamics of the family. The nestlings cannot be more than a few days old and are chirping their
Spending most of my time in a car as a child didn’t really have any effect on me. If that meant being in the car going back and forth from Gregory to Lake Andes or just taking family trips. Growing up I loved books; my mom would always read to me in the car. Our first family vacation was to California, which happened right after I was born. While in California, my family visited Disneyland and Magic Mountain. Every year, we traveled there to visit family, because our life wasn’t hectic yet. Taking trips when I was little wasn’t very effective for me.
After eating a delicious breakfast, I told my Aunt I wanted to go on the hiking trail by the cabin. She said, “You can go, but take a compass so you won’t get lost.” “Ok, I will.” I replied. So I put on my boots and stepped out onto the front door. There was a slight breeze which made the air cool on the hot summer day. I walked leisurely toward the trail. I could see Lake Michigan in the distance, which looked beautiful through the many trees. But that was all I saw, no animals. Disappointed, I turned back and headed towards the cabin. When I got back, I told my Aunt about my walk on the trail and of my disappointment. She said tomorrow if you stay longer, the animals will come out. The next day, when I woke up, I took my camera, put on my boots and went to the trail. I waited, and waited, and waited, but, no animals came. So I took a picture of the beautiful Lake Michigan and the decided to head back. Just as I turned around, I saw a porcupine. The porcupine was so close I could touch it. I wanted to take a picture of the porcupine, so I stepped on a rock to get the perfect angle. As I stepped onto the rock, I slipped and fell on the porcupine. I screamed in pain, my hands where covered in quills, and they were starting to bleed. I abandoned my camera, and ran for the cabin, crying the whole
After the last bell rang we walked to her apartment from school and I realized just how close we actually lived to one another; her apartment complex was directly behind my neighborhood. When we walked through the front door of her home, her mother smiled at me at said "welcome sir and who are you?". I explained to Mrs. Wells why I had just walked her daughter home from school, nervously at first, I thought maybe in her mind she believed that I had more explicit
“If Michelle's friend can come over then why can't mine?” Aline is very bitter right now. She made Mama bitter too. Mama tells her it's because she can't keep an eye on our friends at the same time. So as the generous sister I am, and to stop this arguing, I told mama my friend could come another time so Aline's friend could come. Mama said ok and got me fried chicken for being so nice. Aline's friend didn't come alone, she brought her younger brother who was my age. Which meant that I had to keep him company. Now why would you do that to me? He followed me up to my room filled with my stuffed animals. And the first thing he does is throw them down the stairs. Piggy, Sheepy, Hippie, and Moose on the Loose. “ALINE!” I cried for her as my friends