Childhood Creative Writing

Imagine, I’m standing in front of a ride that makes my stomach drop all the way to my toes. But for some reason I’ve agreed to go on it. I’m getting buckled in as I wonder how I agreed to this. To impress my little sister? As if that would happen. Meanwhile I’m climbing up the sling shot, slowly, like a ticking clock, then, suddenly I’m falling, I scream in terror as my legs lift off the seat, like they’re going to fall off and shoot up into the sky. It doesn’t help that I’m scaring myself to death with thoughts like “what if I fall

“Mr. Josten, Mr. Josten!” yelled one of the eighth graders from my current math class in Crescent Middle School. I figured it would be another out of context question, as that was the norm for Andrew. Andrew had always seemed to be the one who tried his hardest, but could not focus on his schoolwork, or anything for that matter. I acknowledged his raised hand to hear, “what would happen if someone figured out how to pass things through time?” I figured since there was a small amount of time left in the class period, I could answer his question thoroughly since I majored in both math and science. “Well Andrew, if I had to guess I would say that someone would receive that object unexpectedly in a different time period. However, if someone creates

A tall robust boy with dark hair and yellow eyes entered Ellingburg middle school school at exactly 7:55 on september the 18th, it was the second day of school. His big build is easy to locate in the rush of teens. There is a tap on his elbow he looks sideways, at a medium sized boy, something changes in his eyes. Jack is short compared to Sebastian. Jack is a skinny boy with long legs, his dark hair hanging loosely over his dark brown eyes. A loud bell rang and Jack grabbed Sebastian's arm. Sebastian froze for a second and then ran. Sebastian knows Jack just thinks of him as a friend, but it is different for him, he does not know if Jack knows.

Are you sure you should do this?” But I was young, and stupid. Instead of listening, I tried to do the trick. Unfortunately, I tried to wave and ride one- handedly up the steep, rocky driveway up to the house. One minute I was riding fast, wind in my hair, the next, I was crying on the gravel, with a rock in my knee, and sweat and tears stinging my eyes. The sharp pain was causing me to regret my decisions much, and the coppery smell of blood mixed with the salty taste of tears was all my mind would think of. There were sounds all around me, but my sobs were all I could

It happened so fast, faster than the speed of light. His face was contorted in such a way I didn’t know what my reaction should be. He looked terrified but yet pensive, like he was floating almost gliding through the wind like a bird. He hit the water with a BAM! And he didn’t rise to the surface like he normally had the previous times we jumped from the tree. He came back up so I knew Finny wasn’t dead but, he half thrashed half swam over to the shore and I instantly knew something was wrong. When I was finally able to see what happened to him after he fell, his leg looked as if someone took a hammer to it. Thankfully I wasn’t alone. Since we were in the midst of our Super Suicide Society of the Summer Session initiation meeting I was accompanied

We went around the neighborhood and my brother tagged along. We were wandering for a while when they decided to bike down the grassy ditch behind our houses, and I hesitated to accompany them. They went first and I stood above the drop, knowing very well this wasn’t a good idea. Taking one last deep breath, I pushed forward and started to make my way down.

I look up towards the sky and see dark clouds rolling across the sky towards the west where the sounds of gunfire could be heard off in the distance. I look around the cramped bunkhouse and see the other prisoners. The bunkhouse is cold and smells of rotting flesh and human waste. The beds are made of cheap wood and thin cloth with some hay for a mattress. The guards walk in and start telling people to wake up. I slowly get out of my wooden bed out onto the muddy floor. My feet feel cold as they touch onto the earth below. My hands start to hurt from the cuts covering them when I try and get up. I see a man refusing to get out of his bunk near the entrance of the bunkhouse. The guards saw him refusing to follow their orders and dragged

My dad is a firm believer in learning through experience. They both looked at me and my dad said, “Get on.” After putting on the dirt bike outfit mom and grandma gave I jumped on the bike. My dad Kneeled down at me and started talking about how to go stop turn shift and all I heard was go and stop. So now it was time I looked the part and have the cool bike now the pressure was on. We started it up and I pulled on the throttle and it started moving. I was doing well

“Selena, time to wake up!” My mom yelled from downstairs, “Get up and get ready instantly if you don’t want to show up late.”

"Sometimes you gotta let something bad happen, or else you wont know how to fix things when they go wrong later."

You might think dealing with kids is problematic, and you’re right. Even though most of the time kids don’t listen to what authorities are saying, they still find time to whine about what food they want versus what food they’re given, or when the kid starts to whine about sharing a toy with another peer like the world is coming to an end. Come on, don’t these kids know what’s currently going on? Also, when it couldn’t get any worse, they have a tough time laying down for nap and refuse to sleep, in ten years they’ll be wanting that nap time in 2nd period history class. So, will kids ever change, hopefully because their parents can hardly tolerate them.

Learning to ride a bicycle is not as easy as it sounds. I was around the age of ten when my mother and I decided it was time for me to get rid of those silly training wheels. Frightened as I was I had not considered the disadvantages of this experience. I have seen kids learn to ride bicycles for the first time and they always ended up with cuts and bruises. After breaking down the advantages and disadvantages, I realized it was going to have to happen one way or another so my mother collected the materials in order to proceed. First of all we chose a safe location. The street besides my house was perfect it was a dead end. My mother took the tools and tossed out those training wheels off my bike. I had put on the helmet, elbow pads, and knee pads. It was time to start and I was petrified. My mother then lifted me up and placed me on my bicycle as she held me from the back of the seat. I felt a hard push and startled ,and felt as if the entire world was about to collapse on my chest. All I could do was pedal, but my mind could not think as quick as I anticipated. As a

In the story when I learn to ride a bike, one of the big conflicts was when I was nervous and I got the courage to try riding. I then had to overcome my fear of falling off my bike, and I fell the two times I tried. Next, my mom tried to push me off to give me a good start, but that caused me to crash again. I finally just got fed up with falling, and I wanted to quit riding. After about five minutes of crying and whining, I decided to try one more time. This time I would have my step-dad, Michael, push me

Living with the thrill of riding a dirt bikes can catch up to me and lead to dire consequences. To start off, it was an excellent summer day, the glistering, bright sun shined upon the bright blue sky. But little did I know, on this sterling day, I was about to learn a valuable lesson. As a child, during the summertime there wasn’t much for me to do. But the one activity I did almost everyday cruise the roads on my ride my dirt bike. Living in the country as a child made hanging out with friends much more difficult with my parents at work, but I always had my dirt bike to ride. On this particular summer day, I decided to ride my dirt bike to my favorite spot by the creek. Then, I grabbed my helmet, slipped on my shoes, and disappeared ripping

“Alright, just remember when I let go to keep peddling. If you think you’re going to tip over then try to fall in a ditch,” said my father.