Descriptive Essay About The Yucky Balloon

About a year ago, I came home from work one night and walked into the kitchen to where my mother was standing. There was a feeling of uneasiness and the panic began to clench my stomach. She looked so sad, so stressed; maybe it was the frizzy hair, the bags beneath her eyes, the way her back slouched in a low negative curve, or her eyes. Her eyes looked at me before she turned them away, but in that fragment of a second, it’s almost like I could look inside her narrow eyes and search until I would come upon this thing. This thing has no name, but it scares her. She wouldn’t exactly explain to me what it was but I felt the sudden movements of uncertainty with the way she shifted her body and

We were going on a family trip that I had been dying to go on. My parents finally agreed, so we were going to Canada. I was humming a happy tune until my mother told me to take off my seatbelt and move next to the door. I looked around to see we were driving on a curved cliff. I did not know what was happening, but I obediently did what

Let me start from the beginning. I woke up in the morning and I thought there was something under the carpet in my living room because there was a tiny bump there. So I took what was closest to me, which was my wife’s snow globe and I threw it at the floor. The globe shattered while the bump in the ground disappeared. I was confused and my mind thought that I was just hallucinating so I tried to lose the thought and remove it from my mind and go to work.

My mother was out of town, so I knew it was not her. I grew afraid of the strange woman in my house, the maroon-colored walls in my bedroom was giving me an ominous feeling, making my room look stained with blood. I went quietly out of my door and down the hallway, knowing that they were arguing in the kitchen by the volume of their voices. I paused in the middle of the hall, unsure whether to continue or to go back to my bedroom. I only decided on the former after I heard a muffled shout and the woman’s voice laughing. This decision was the biggest mistake of my life.

They swarmed around me. The tears felt like fire. I heard worried, faint murmurs. “she's not going to make it”, and they're reassuring my crying, helpless parents, “she's going to be alright”. Even though I was so young, I thought that this was it. The fear. The pain. The sorrow. The memories still haunt me to this day.

Boom, I wake up in the morning and see my mom opening her mouth over and over again. I was as slow as a sloth, I could barely move. Oh my gosh, I completely forgot that I had a religious event in Chicago today. My mom asked me if I wanted to go, I wasn't sure, so I just said yes. I think I was thirteen at the time. I got ready and soon after, we left the house.

According to my parents, I never slept, even as a baby. An easy napper and an all around happy baby, I personally raised hell as the sun set. My crying kept my parents up for years﹘ and nothing would calm me down. Convinced my terror stemmed from a feeling of imprisonment in my crib, my mom convinced my dad to

My mom had red swollen eyes telling jokes to the other parents, trying to hide the pain but remaining strong. As I took the first steps on the bus, I took my luggage in the back and found a seat by a friend. I sat next to her and cried my eyes out watching the bus move further away from my parents. Those were the longest 3 hours of my life. We arrived into the Augustana College parking lot and had gotten out of the bus. The luggage was the best part. Since my mom has really good packing skills she could pack like a 100 outfits into a suitcase so it got heavy. To my surprise, the first thing I saw were stairs. It was difficult walking and carrying the luggage through 10 stair steps. As I go in, I asked the college student “Do you know where this room is located?”. “Yeah it’s in the third floor just take these stairs and take a left,” she had answered. All that I thought at that moment was Great more stairs.Hahaha, thanks, mom. Started carrying my luggage struggling to keep my balance. So I took little steps in the stairs because I had been struggling with

It was late fall of 2008. I was ten years old and was in the fourth grade at an elementary school that was just down the street from where I lived. It was the one day that my mother allowed me to spend the night at my friend’s house on a school night. I was filled with excitement, and I can feel my pupils dieting just as if I saw Tasmanian tiger right in front of my face , but I couldn’t shake this feeling I had in my stomach as if I had a had a big knot that was filled with fear. Nevertheless I chose to ignore it.

Memories of quickly closing the closet door; then running; jumping onto my bed; heart racing just knowing if I wasn't fast enough a hand would grab my ankle from underneath my bed and pull me down; screaming; scratching; desperately I would try to get away from the dark shadow monster's under my bed. When I made it safely on to my bed; I would surround myself with all of my stuffed animal's; not leaving any space left uncovered. I felt some what safe; thinking I fooled the monster's that crept and crawl through the darkness of the night. “Nope; no little girls here; just us stuffed animal's, move along please.” When my mother would come in at night to kiss me goodnight she would have to search to find my face. Anxious I worried that she uncovered my disguise and alerted the monster's to my where a bouts. I would lie breathless; straining to hear any movement within the night; heart

I remember when I was a baby that when my brother tried to feed me I threw anything that was in my range because I didn’t like him at the time. I thought he was trying to take me away from my family at the time. The best story ever was when I was like three I was scared to be home alone and my mom and dad and my brother they were at work or at school so the only person I had was my grandmother. I couldn’t find her I ran into my brother’s room and broke the screen window and jumped out naked running down the street screaming. Another one was when my pool was shaped like a dog bone and I tried to jump it. I didn’t jump far enough and broke my two front

One day I was leaving for work but once I got to the car I realized I needed to run back in the house to get something. I walked in to the

We walked into our parents bedroom very cautiously because when I turned 8 my sister and I thought that “the evil ghost” hid in our parents room. As soon as we opened the door

When I was in second grade, my mother stormed into my room. I watched from the closet and admired my trickery skills as I watched from my closet how frantically she looked for me. I leaned back against the wall of the closet and tried not to laugh as I glanced at her through the cracks of the closet door. She threw my covers back and slammed her knees to floor as she screamed out for me. I had to cup my hands over my mouth to conceal my laughter. My mother was a stickler for me answering whenever she called. She hated to have to call out to me once and even more than that, she hated to have to come find me. After she rummaged through my room, she moved towards the closet and threw the door open so hard, that

One day I was just sitting at home while I was thinking about what to do, it was during thanksgiving so it was not only me thinking about what to do at the time. My whole family and I would usually do something fun for thanksgiving after we ate our thanksgiving dinner and talked and everything like that. I then had an idea that I had been wanting to do for a while but I didn’t want to say it because I knew nobody would want to do it except me. But then I was getting scared about the idea I had myself; the idea I had was to go in a hot air balloon. I don’t really know why but I suddenly had the courage to just tell them that I thought it was a good idea to go in a hot air balloon. I was expecting everyone to basically laugh at me and say no right when I said it, but I got a totally different reaction then I thought.