Descriptive Essay On Walking On Sunshine

I was given the name Chase Andrew Miner. My mom had liked the name Chase and Chance, but she finally decided on Chase. While that decision wasn’t too hard for her to make, (at least she said it wasn’t) my last name, Miner, was an even easier decision. My mom was married to my dad and she took his last name, so the obvious last name would be Miner. My mom told me she had a really difficult time figuring out a middle name for me. She couldn’t find a name that fit in well. One day my aunt, Lori, called my mom and asked about the name Andrew. My mom had thought about it and she decided that that name fit. So from that day I was Chase Andrew Miner. The joke my mom says now is if she knew she’d have to chase me so much, she would have named me Slow. But word got around of what

My mom was a reader. She was a slow reader, but a reader nonetheless. Her favorite book to this day is A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty White. The main Character’s name is Mary Frances Nolan. My mom decided then that my name would be Frances. Well, that didn’t work because my dad didn’t like that name. So anyway, my mom also loved a set of children’s books about a badger named Frances (she is an elementary school teacher), and the badger’s little sister’s name was Gloria. I was named Gloria after the little sister, or I was named after Gloria Estefan if you ask my dad.

One of the first projects in graphic design class was to create design from my name. I chose my middle name, Cullen, because all of the letter could be square based, and I chose a color palette inspired by of Eric Carle.

My parents were set on girl names; if I was a girl, my name would be Lauren, after my Grandpa Loren. Thinking of a middle name became a little difficult. My mom’s mom name was MariLee, and my parents wanted to take something from her name. Finally making a decision, they chose to take the “Lee” out as my middle name. Naming a boy would be a little different; my parents wanted the name Dalton. The only reason behind that is because my mom liked the name; I beg to differ.

To produce this book, I asked not “What you are going to name your baby?”, but rather “What is your name? How does it make you feel? Who named you? Why did they choose that name? Would you change

would associate my name with something they loved or even remembered fondly. My first name

This website offers information about Serena Williams’s early life and accomplishments. Serena has given the distinct impression of belonging to a lifestyle filled with prosperity and triumph, but that wasn’t always the case. Serena’s father —a former sharecropper, taught his two daughters, Serena and Venus, the fundamentals of tennis. He educated himself through resources such as books and videos to introduce his girls to relevant knowledge. The success of the Williams’ was a yearning aspiration of Serena’s father “Richard

My middle name is Faye, which means loyalty or belief. My middle name is named after my paternal grandmother who has this middle name too! I also have two cousins named after my grandma! I am happy with this name because it goes well with my first name and it came from a close relative. When I am older, and have kids, I plan on passing this name onto my first girl. I hope they will continue passing it on! I love the middle name Faye and what the meaning is.

Most people have a story about how their parents decided on their name, especially those of us who have less common ones. Mine is fairly dry; my parents looked through a book of names and decided that “Maizie” was charming and sweet and would fit me well. My sister’s story, however, is slightly more intriguing. Cleo Arden Seidl, born on August 3rd of 2001, was named by me, Maizie Regan Seidl, when I was just two years and nine months old.

Serena Williams had many hard times in her childhood. Richard and Oracene Williams raised their five daughters in the poor city of Compton, California. They gave birth to Serena Jameka Williams September 26, 1981 (“Serena Williams Biography”). Richard enjoyed tennis very much and would often have Serena and her older sister Venus practice for hours in the terrible tennis courts (“Venus & Serena Williams Biography”). Richard was extremely supportive and hoped all the best for his children. “He would ask what tournament she wanted to win, and then, enter them for that very competition which they often then went to win” (Sheyin). At ten years old, Serena was on the junior United States Tennis Association tour and won first place in the ten and under division! Worried at first, Richard pulled them out due to his desire for them to stay focused at school. He also noticed some parents say some harsh things because of their racial background. After his daughters

Serena Williams, an American known Tennis player was born on September 26, 1981 in Saginaw, Michigan. Born to Richard and Oracene Williams, the youngest out of five daughters; Serena and her sister Venus would grow to become one of Tennis greatest champions. Her father whom was a former share cropper from Louisiana moved his family to Compton, California although there was much gang violence and drug lords but it was no accident. Richard Williams wanted his two youngest daughters to be successful and put them in the middle of the city to show them the ugly possibilities of life "if they did not work hard and get an education." Learning what he’d gleaned from books of tennis, he would start training Venus and Serena around the age of three, practicing on a court not far from their Compton home. She entered in her first tournament at the age of four, and around the next 5 years she had already won around 46 out of 49 of her tournaments. By 1991, (10 years old) Serena had conquered an amazing record of

Wonder how much medicine my mom was on when she named me? My name literally looks like she tried to name me mama. Maybe that was the intention, and the doctor was feeling generous that day and changed it, I don't know. Anyways, my name is pretty unique, just like my life. My mom was a veternary technician and had other jobs on the side to take care of me. My dad was always out doing his job too, so I was around my grandma Maggie quite a bit. She was born in the Philippines and had a very heavy Tagalog accent. She took care of not only me but my grandfather who had a stroke and was paralyzed from the shoulders down. Therefore,she was someone I always looked up to and aspire to be. When I was around six years old my grandma Carol convinced my mom to move here. By this time I had a three year old brother named Aidan. We really didn't even know we had another grandma because she lived in Indiana and we never got to see her, so

A name is not just what you’re called, it is who you are. It is what you stand for and ultimately defines you as a person. Growing up, I used to think my name did not fit me and that nothing that my name stood for had anything to do with me. Now that I am older, I understand the real meaning of my name and how the traits that are connected with my name relate to the person that I have become and continue to develop into. My name represents who I am and who I plan to be.

The sunset. It was beautiful watching the sun slowly fall behind everything and watching the colours go from bright and vibrant, fade into pure darkness. Slowly. His grip tightened slightly on my hand, I turned to him quickly, eager to hear what he had needed to say but, also eager to turn my head back to the sky. I noticed his hand shaking a bit, nervousness seemed to take over often, although he seemed almost fearless. We made eye contact for a moment, then he glanced down. It was the kind of glance a child would make when he did something to make an adult frown upon their decision. I could tell what he needed to say had been bothering him for awhile. I gave him time, hopefully the time he needed, by turning away. A few words tried to escape his lips, I could tell by the way he gathered up his breath, almost holding it like someone going underwater, then he sighed. The stars began to appear in the sky almost as if I had taken the time to grab a big brush and splatter painted them onto the dark, canvas like sky. He stood and I looked up at him, from that moment he gathered up his pride right in front of me, he got down on one knee and the question I had been waiting for, for so long had finally came out. I hugged and held him tight, looked him in the eyes and replied the way that any woman in love would. He sighed with relief and sat back down beside me. I felt like that moment was the most perfect one I had ever felt and as we looked back up at the sky we watched a

He was my sun, my shining beam of light, my shining ray that warms me to an extent, that doesn’t seem achievable to man. His gentle, and sympathetic words, inspired me, and constructed me, he was perfect. My world was sparkling, and colorful, it was sugar-coated, and honey-slathered with compliments, inspiration, encouragement. I knew I could rely on him, He was, to me a soft teddy bear, you could snuggle anytime you wanted, or needed. I adored him, I cared for him, more than a child warmly loves their parents. Who am I speaking of, you might ask? Who’s the knight in shining armor i’m speaking so highly of? Of course, my dear older brother. He was all I ever wanted, and needed, more than I would deserve. I lived like a carefree princess, until, that, came to a sputtering stop. I never thought of him the same way.