Descriptive Essay On Lost Life

My heart pounded brutally in my chest as my feet left the ground. Once I started elevating into the air my body was yanked along with the wind. As I was getting higher, I slowly saw everything become smaller. All of the buildings below me became dollhouse size. I watched the huts turn into tiny drink umbrellas. I looked around to witness the incredible view of the enormous mountains in the distance. The mountains became more clear as I was soaring closer to them. I could now observe the entire city in one glance. I could feel the cold breeze brushing up against my skin. Wanting to stay in that one moment, I forgot about everything and just focused on flying. It was almost time to land, I had to listen for my whistle. Once the screeching whistle blew I knew I had to pull the red cord. I reached back to grab the cord and tugged on it. I was slowly starting to drift back onto the shore. Once my feet touched the hot sand, I felt a wave of relief go over me. My adrenaline finally stopped pumping and I was able to be breathe

There were thoughts of actually dying and that gave me a strong excitement. The ride had begun it was slowly going up at first I could see myself getting higher and watch my mom wave at me. All of a sudden the ride had stopped. It was about to get much faster and at that exact moment my mind went blank. The ride had started going up instantaneously as I started to yell at the top of my lungs. I was faced toward the theme park as I went higher I felt butterflies squeeze my stomach. Once I reached the top the ride it stopped moving. The whole theme park was so small from the top of the ride I was surprised to realize that my mom looked like an ant. The rays of the sun were flashing into my face but I was feeling fantastic. Suddenly, there was a sound of gas release and boom the ride started to go down and things started to get bigger again.

After all of that we we’re getting on the plane. We found our sets and sat in them and buckled up we were ready for our flight. Were on a plane I was really excited about the trip, when we took off it was going down the runway faster and faster then all of a the sudden the plane was going up off the ground then we were in the sky floating forward. Then the plane was going fast whenever I looked out the window everything on land and not in the air looked tiny it was an amazing site from up above. It felt like we were flying with the birds.

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

I had planned on being a base and trying out as a base. One day Coach Ridenhour, the coach for the VJ cheer squad, asked if anyone wanted to try to be a flyer. I thought it might be fun to try, so I said that I would be interested. She put me in a stunt as a flyer, I was a little nervous because I had never done it before. As I was going up my heart started pounding in my chest, my fists clenched up, so many thoughts were going through my brain all at once. I thought I was going to fall, but before I knew it I was up and stable in the stunt! I could not believe I had got up there and did not fall. We tried it a few more times and each time I hit the stunt.

My mom, Kailli and I were spending our first week of summer in the hot dry sun of Palm Desert. As we were planning out our agenda for the next day, we came across a brochure for the Taquitz falls three miles deep into the hot Palm springs desert. We had to see it with our own eyes to believe it. A waterfall in the middle of the desert seemed bizarre, so the next morning we set off for our hike at six in the morning. After a couple bumps in the road we finally began our hike

Someone who is grieving will experience “major psychological, spiritual, social and physiological” changes throughout the grieving process (Hooyman & Kramer, 2006, p37). There are many theories and models that support these words. This essay will discuss Freud’s theory of grief work (Davies, 2004), Bowlby’s attachment theory (Walsh, 2012), and Worden’s tasks of grief (Worden & Winokuer, 2011). The major tasks of grief throughout the four different stages of life will be looked at, as well as common grief reactions, and ways to support people through these. In addition how children, adolescents, adults and the elderly understand and respond to grief will be examined. Finally how people at the various stages of life confront their own death will be looked at, including some personal examples.

So as we were moving up the hill I saw my friend Will black out and I could taste the warm air in and out of my lungs then we got to the top and I screamed as loud as I could and hear other people scream to and I could feeling the wind in my face, and every second was a rush then we were coming up to the loop and when we went over it I was ecstatic! Screaming my head off until we got to the end and after that I had so many emotions I was happy crying cause it was so fun and nauseous and I could feel my stomach rumbling . Furthermore that was the best day ever and me and my friends still talk about is because as a result it was the best thing

Please, oh please let the words come. I sit, and stare, and type, and I backspace. No one will like it. My work is crap. Crap, crap, crap. I crumple my paper watch it fall. The clock taunts with its ticking reminding me of all I want to forget. It creates a beat; a song. Poetic chords and dismal notes ring in my ears. But no, this is thought I should avoid. I am great- better than great. People will love this. Oh please, please, please let them love this. Will my legacy amount to nothing more than abysmal hope? This is the last time I think of it. Oh please don’t let me think of it. The blank page stares at me and I begin to write. One word, then another, then another, and another. You will never know what comes out onto the page until it is

It was an early morning in antioch california where I was vast asleep at my grandma’s house. Until my father suddenly woke me up and said “we have to go” and that's how it all started. So I got up and got dressed, ate little bit of cereal and hopped outside with my bags. “Oh my god” I said as loud as I could without waking anyone up around us. There it was A LIMO FOR ME I almost fainted until grandma said “this is just the beginning. We got in the limo and started our adventure. About a 2 hour nap later we arrived at the SFO airport around 8am. I got my bags and said goodbye to our amazing driver, then walked right through those electric airport doors with the biggest smile ever.

As soon as I looked up, I felt sick, the structure and ride was so big. I didn’t know that I could do it, but I had to, I couldn’t chicken out in front my Dad. After all I already told him I would go. We walked into Space Mountain, there were lights everywhere we looked. I started to jump up and down, I started to get excited for once about a roller coaster, I felt so proud of myself, I would actually get a chance to ride a roller coaster again! I felt scared, and I also felt so happy and proud of myself at the same time. My Mom and brother chickened out on going, so I felt so alive, and mature to be riding such a big ride. I looked at the line, there were no people, we were early! “Come on Daddy, there are more people coming behind us!” Behind me and my dad, were a big group of people walking in, we wanted first in front of the, so I ran and dashed through the aisle, the lights lit up

I’ve always wondered what death feels like, finally coming to the point in your life where everything stops. Is it just a sudden silence? What does death taste like, what does it look like? People say that you can have a near-death experience, but I sure as hell haven’t ever had one. None of that “Life flashes before your eyes” B.S. I mean sure, I’ve had a few bumps and bruises, and a couple times I’ve come home anything but sober. I’ve never really come close to dying or death in general, well not until that day in the woods.

All I could think about was seeing snow for the first time, for it had never snowed in Chipiona. Once we got to the airport, I remember getting on a bus as the sun was beginning to set. At the end of our ride, we reached a colossal, gray plane with an air stair that seemed to reach the heavens. I stood there astonished, never had I seen anything so enormous in my life. However, my family members, that seemed unfazed by it, continued to grab their thing and prepare for the ride. When we reached Delaware we got into a car and went to a small town named Groton, Connecticut. From the moment we left the airport, everything was different. These tremendous trees that looked like giants were everywhere and there was so much greenery. The houses had massive yards. In Spain, houses were squished together and concrete covered everything. Summer was just ending, and the cold, windy days had begun. Everything was so strange for the first time I had experienced watching the orange and yellow leaves fall

I won't be disappointed anymore. The utter bitterness taste of a loss. Set me back centuries from mental state, but by repeating the same mistakes at the same tournament. It was my sophomore year i was on the wrestling team. the heat immense in my warm up gear as i drilled moves with my partner deeandre. It was the biggest tournament in my eyes. It was junior varsity conference tournament held at new trier high school a school we despised for reasons I didn't even know. But that didn't matter at the time it was time for me to win this baby, win the whole thing, bring a trophy home,a medal, something I told myself. It was held in a gym 3 mats, three score tables and referees. each table would go by a weight class and call your name. this was

Broken Lives written by Estelle Blackburn is an expository text, which through research has presented that nineteen year old John Button was wrongfully convicted of killing his seventeen year old girlfriend Rosemary Anderson in a hit and run. I believe through my reading of Broken Lives that the key factor of expository texts is to explore awkward questions deeply and critically. In this case who was guilty of killing Rosemary Anderson in a hit and run, John Button or Eric Edgar Cooke, and the effect of Cooke’s crimes and murders had on people.