Descriptive Essay : The New Life

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

Traveling is one of my family’s favorite things to do. The family has visited numerous places throughout the United States, however, none are as memorable as Atlanta, Georgia. In Atlanta, there are many places to go and sights to see such as: Cola-cola factory, Cabbage Patch Kids Factory, Under Ground Mall, the Zoo, Atlanta Braves Stadium, Six Flags Over Georgia, Stone Mountain Park, and the Atlanta Aquarium, are all in or near the city of Atlanta. The three that we visit on every trip to Atlanta are Six Flags, Stone Mountain, and the Atlanta Aquarium.

And then, the day I had feared of most, finally arrived. We lost our father, the only figure I truly felt safe with. After months of mourning and painful transformations, our mother fell sick. In those terrible days, days during which I was locked in the basement most of the time, for my safety and even more: for the safety of my family, I was incapable of helping. To this, I regret even today.

I woke with a start. My eyes sprung open, but I could not see anything. It was pitch black. My eyes began to adjust and I heard very loud, unfamiliar voices. They were yelling at my parents. I don’t know exactly what they were saying, but we were in trouble. My mother started to cry, and there was

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.

Yours truly have some extremely strong feeling, trying to replicate back to my earliest childhood memory of my life, my first version was describing the setting that of my father hitting my mother over the head with something. Now, I personally know it was a gun. She was lying in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace with, me by her side trying to wait her up, then going outside crying subsequently my, grandmother could hear me. There were numerous scary moments in my childhood. I myself, can recall as a child, my father and brother falling in a lake of water with my mother shouting for help to get both of them out of the water. Our house catching on fire with my mother and me along with three of my siblings trying to get out my mother powerful strength holding on to us without letting go. Which my father were no there to be found. Later we learned that he was drinking with his friends up the street under a tree. Yours truly was told a few neighbors came to help. At that point we stay with my grandparents which I adored them. For the reason that I loved waiting for my granddad to come home from work for him to take me to get vanilla ice cream. After moving to Cincinnati, Ohio at the age of six from Alabama. My father continues to be very abuses to my mother for fourteen years of their marriage. Thank God she’s still alive today.

It is mine. The golden sun that shines and kisses the tops of my shoulders. The wisps of white clouds traveling within a baby blue sky. The gentle breeze that coils itself around my arms providing relief from the warming sun. The sapphire sea and its serene waves rolling gently out to shore onto the finely grained sand. It is all mine.

The life of a indefinatly closed off child is not a good topic to speak, the topic being almost scandlous, black and dark. The adrinalin pumps through ones' veins as he or she believes something distressing is about to come. Any other thoughts that are wondering through your mind go into a state of complete shock, all that can be thought of is how to escape from this torture you call your mind.

Have you ever been in a car wreck and wondered if you were going to make it out alive?Asking yourself am I going to be able to see my family or love ones again?Or even am I going to be able to tell my kids how much I love them? Have you ever got a phone call? Not knowing that something tragic about a family member? Did you ever think that you would turn on the television not knowing that it’s your family? The scariest moments of my life was was when I was in a car wreck,my step-daughter getting shot, and my step-son was in a terrible accident.

My 3 older siblings and I having been the defenseless kids, whom were being secretly undervalued, neglected and abused. We were sworn to secrecy by our “Dad” to never speak of the things that happened in our home or “we would meet our real true Father”.

Even when he tried to stay optimistic, fear and anxiety set in often in Mr. Schwartz’s mind. He experienced fear and anxiety related to impending death. Worries of missing out on his son growing up and not

As I flew over Exeter toward my destination, I grabbed the throttle that was at medium speed and pushed forward to maximum acceleration. My head and body were still, waiting for the moment when I could accomplish the mission sent by supreme leader, Adolf Hitler. My navy blue uniform had my body clammy from the confined cockpit’s heat, and my goggles were starting to fog. My gloves were the only thing that allowed me to keep a good grip on the pilot stick, because the closer the white dot on the GPS had got to the red target, the tighter my grasp was on the yoke. Even though I felt like a lobster in a pot of boiling water, held against my will, I had to focus on the task at hand.

Hues of green seemed to melt across the Earth as the ground drew closer with every second that passed. Sprawled out in the crisp air, I felt the atmosphere rush between each finger. Every breath was heavy and short, as if the size of my lungs weren’t large enough to appease my body. A few more minutes passed before my chest jerked backwards; the parachute was now hovering above me. Calming down, I dangled until my feet until they met with the ground and skidded across the untouched grass-- I did it. I never thought I’d be the type to do such an activity like skydiving, but the self-satisfaction of doing something I never thought I was capable of perplexed me. Moving past the fear and anxiety in order to to push my boundaries was incredibly rewarding.

Within the hour the phone rings and I hear Grandmother softly crying. As she calls other family, I slowly piece together an account of the day from her side of the conversation. Mom’s being transported by ambulance to a nearby emergency room for attempted suicide. Sadness grips my chest sucking air from my lungs. Somewhere within my trusting innocence, I expect Dad or Mom to walk through the door; I yearn for reassurance.

being a mother you don’t won’t allow you to let your children to see you in fear even if you are. You just hold it all in and deal with it on your own time. Which is not always good but it happens a lot. I saw the same things as a child in my family. You would never know when my mother was struggling with something. She would always makes everything seems like it ok when even as a child I knew wasn’t. I also