Describe My Defining Moment

A defining moment is a point at which a situation is clearly seen to start a change. Defining moments can happen at any point in one's life. In class we read multiple of stories with different defining moments. The two that stuck out to me were “ I Want to Be Miss America” and “Here’s Herbie”.

I casually walked through the park on a crisp summer day with morning dew smell still lingering in the air. Nobody is out during this time as usual. Only people awake during this hour are morning joggers and dog walkers. Of course, there was also a mother who was playing with her toddler. She catches her chocolate-brown son and tickles him, and they laugh and trip and fall together onto the floor and laugh harder. I walked by just to say hello to them as they waved back to me. I had set myself to wake up every day at this time and start running laps around the neighborhood to help lose weight. I recall running to every single spot in town on the blocks from Lang to Richland Lane were buildings in wild assortment: two drugstores, Henry Clay Frick's mansion with

It seems to me that our most defining moments happen on the most ordinary of days. What starts out as yet another day at the office or at school, can hold some of the most radical changes to our lives, and I think that is part of God’s amazing power and beauty. We could be doing something we had done hundreds of times before, in my case, playing soccer. I took a ball to the upper right side of my face, around my eye, and the events that ensued helped me to realize God’s plans for my future degree path and thus, the rest of my life.

My family and me were heading down to Louisiana to visit my grandpa for thanks giving for the third time in my life. I was very excited to see him because i don't see him very often. But this trip was going to be special. My dad told me that we were going to do something fun but wouldn't tell me. On are drive there we saw so many different animals like horses, ox and donkeys. When we finally arrived in Louisiana after a long drive we drove to my grandpas house, we stopped by a sonic because we haven't ate in a long time. After we ate we spent the night over our grandpas house we headed to the museum of modern art. The scenery was pretty good there.

One of the most life-defining experiences that I’ve ever been through happened during the summer before my freshman year of high school. Back then, I was living in Marshall with my dad and my two younger sisters. Marshall isn’t that big of a town, merely hosting 400 residents. Everyone had a connection with one another, including my classmates and peers. We were all friends because each and every one of us knew better than to exclude another person, especially because there wasn’t enough of us kids around to form cliques. We’d entertain ourselves by endless games of basketball, storytelling, and late night outdoors games. In the small village of Marshall, us kids always found a way to have fun together.

This makes this category particularly interesting to analyze. My life has had many defining moments that have pushed me in one direction or another. One of the first defining moments that I can think of is the moment I was born into a family with a mom, dad, and older brother. This moment forever formed my view of the world. I grew up in a life of being cared by two parents who abundantly provided for me. They worked hard for what they had, and because of their work I never had to want for anything. This lead to my natural understanding that this life was about comfort, I thought that life was having a nice house to come home to, and a boat to take trips out on the weekend. The first defining moment of my life was the family of ease that I was born into.

It was a nice Sunday morning, it was sunny of course because it was almost summer. I was already excited for the day because I knew I could try to ride my bike without training wheels. Of course my mother had another idea to start the day. She found out that her work would pay for her and the rest of her colleagues to go to kings Island. Being a child who at that time was 7 and had never been to kings island I did not have a clue where we were going.

Pressure builds all around me, my head swimming in emotions and the loud thumping from my blood flow. My heart rate is out of control, but this is becoming a normal routine for me. The clock on the wall reads 4:32am; so I pull on some pants, grab a pack of cigarettes and my earphones.

It was a sunny April afternoon. I was at the small, but beautiful green park that looked like one you would see in movies. I was with my friend and my brother. I was just being my 7 year old second grade self when life decided to throw a curveball at me. We were playing tag, and my friend was it. I was sitting at the top of the slide that I had been told many times to be careful on. My brother was hiding in the little dirt hole at the end of the grey metal slide that was rusting underneath. Thinking Please don't make me be it. . I leaned over the edge letting my feet dangle over it. I saw her climbing up the steep stairs that lead to the top where I was sitting. I knew that I was faster and if I had to I could run away.

It was a casual sunny mall day on a Tuesday afternoon. It was the kind of day where you get front row parking and never stand in line to check-out. It was just my toddler son and I needlessly getting out of the house to enjoy a bit of cool mall air. Our first stop is always the playground but I had to grab a few Auntie Ann’s soft pretzels to munch on while I watched him at play. Being pregnant, I simply could not resist the buttery-baked aroma circulating the air. After contemplating cinnamon sugar, I ordered the biggest cup of salted pretzel bites and a refreshing strawberry-lemonade to drink. Although I have had Auntie Anne’s pretzels numerous of times, I was not prepared for what was about to happen next.

Many people influenced and events my reading and writing development throughout my childhood from my mother, my elementary librarian, and Sesame Street, to getting my first pair of glasses. We all have defining moments in our lives where we can look back and say, “That moment changed my life.” This is the story of the defining moment that changed the way I read and write, and I learned it from a whale!

The house smells like summer. I step out onto the cool tiles of my bathroom floor as I hear a myriad of cicadas buzzing through the walls. The silky humid air smells like my aunt’s house, like the countless muggy nights spent in the peak of July without air conditioning. Even years later, I can still feel the sticky mauve cotton sheets scratch my legs, the sweat on my forehead, the groggy daze. Why are memories like these so vivid to me when other more traditionally “significant” memories aren’t? When I try and remember crucial moments in my life, instead of remembering my move to Michigan, or the series of hip surgeries I had to watch my younger brother go through, I seem to only be able to conjure up little insignificant lapses of time— I think of sleepless groggy night’s at my aunt's house, or of when I was 9, standing in my red rubber boots in the middle of our tomato garden, as my mother was trying to take a “calendar picture” (she liked to get custom calendars of my brother and I to send to our relatives every year) of us, thinking to myself that I was going to remember this moment forever. I don’t know why my 9 year old self thought that moment was so important that she deemed it absolutely necessary to remember it for the rest of her life, or why my brain still thinks that it’s relevant enough to delineate it just as vividly now, 8 years later; however, it did teach me one thing: the most vivid moments in my life are not the most

One bright morning, I thought that my family and I were going to have a wonderful time for the whole day as today was my Grandfather’s birthday. I was really excited for this day as I’ve waited a really long time, that being 365 days (Unless it was a leap year, I didn’t really know). This was my favorite day as we always went to eat, then went to various stores, then stayed home or watched a movie.

On July 4, 2012 I was playing lacrosse in Daytona Beach, Florida with my best friend waiting for someone to order pizza for us. A friend of my friend’s family, a few years older than us, brought his surfboard with him and asked us if we would want to try surfing out before dinner gets there. We were both athletic kids and never tried surfing before, being that we were from Ohio, so we jumped at the opportunity to try it. I was first to try riding a wave, and I was able to stand up and successfully ride it all the way in to shore. My friend tried after and he was also successful his first attempt. This continued as we rode 9-10 more waves in, when we got bored we both said we were going to ride one more wave in, then be done. Little did I know my life changing moment was approaching. I stood up and rode the wave in just like all of the times before. The ocean wind was blowing in my face as the surfboard was gliding over the water. As I approached the shore the board slightly started to turn as I lost my balance and went plunging into the water. The top of my head impacted the ocean floor first, leaving me immediately paralyzed from the neck down, unable to move any part of my body.

I was so excited on the way to the train station. I had never been to new york city before but my mom had told me all kinds of stories about how great it was, and I was so ecstatic. After what felt like hours, we had finally reached the train station. I opened the car door and stepped my tennis shoe on the wet rainy ground. We entered the train station and while my dad walked off to talk to the ticket man i just admired the station, all the different people going to different places facinated me.