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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.

As we reached the stream, my campmates scattered out and frolicked gleefully in the ice-cold water. Seeking to avoid the noise and confusion, I departed from the group and made my own way a little further upstream. I took off my socks and shoes, roll ed up my jeans, and waded through the rushing frigid water to a flat boulder that was positioned in the center of the stream. The cool air that ascended from the mountain water bathed my muggy skin. My senses were awakened and became alive. Like a spon ge, I sat there and soaked up everything I could.

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

It all started when I came back from football practice and was watching T.V. I was 10 at the time, and I stumbled upon a channel where these women modeled these remarkable masterpieces. It peaked my interest in creating similar fashion pieces. I scurried to my room and began drawing. Subsequently, I dashed to show my parents what I created. I expected them to be proud and supportive of me, like they always do, but this time their faces turned from smiles to complete confusion. They gasped and scolded at me. I never understood why they they were so mad. Why would my number one supporters turn against me?

The sounds of the city at night mix with the laughter of my friends. Taxis honking, subways rushing under your feet, and buses rumbling, all carrying their cargo of dead-tired, empty-minded passengers, following the daily routine until they reach their doorstep. For once, I 'm not one of them, not riding my train after a long day at school, brain set to automatic. Today, I am wide awake, soaring a thousand miles high.

The sun scorched throughout the courts. Children entertained themselves throwing water balloons to each other to relief the intense heat meanwhile my body felt it was in a sauna, nevertheless, it was the appropriate weather to exercise. I was accompanied by my friends and began

We get to our house and I look at my dad, he nods. I put my hand on the door handle and turn. My mom looks at me I can see a huge smile grow on her face. Tears of joy run down her face.

There was a couple of days left of summer and my family and I were all wanting to get to the beach one last time. Tiscornia was at a comfortable temperature. The lake was not. Lake Michigan was at it’s coldest point all year along with being a little wavy, but that wasn’t going to stop me from enjoying myself.

On April 14, 2017, I was reminded to never take life for granted. When you’re seventeen, you think you have all the time in the world. However, on this day, time came rushing in. I had just put on my bathing suit and gone to the beach barely even making a dent in the sand. My cell phone buzzed continuously like the nagging of a dog whining for food at the foot of the dinner table. The type of noise you drown out constantly. After settling into a soft sandy spot, I decided to take a quick peep at the missed calls. My sister had called multiple times which is rare. A little curious, I called her back. She answered in a panic with the muttering of alarming words “Mom’s been run over, and we have to go home now! Come get me.”

The sun glares at me, burning me even more as I look out onto the ocean. The water looks like a blanket of diamonds, making me grin easily. Thinking of the treasure out there, my toes curl into the sand, feeling the rough texture prod me even more. My tanned, muscled arm wraps around the smooth surface of my white surfboard, giving me a rush of adrenaline for what is to come.

Already the air felt cooler. It had been one sweltering day and Samuel didn't want to speak more of it. His clothes were covered in a thin layer of dust, his feet were close to blistering in his boots, and his body ached like crazy.

The navy blue water was almost black and a smooth stone stretching toward the horizon. The horizon was barely visible, but the fading sunset was still barely visible. The moon was full and bright. Stars filled the sky and the water like holes in a black blanket. My feet were bare, but my body was covered with a short black dress that barely covering my upper thigh. The sand was soft and cool. It felt refreshing. I had no reason to move because I was content with the view I had. I stood where I was and looked out at the bright moon and the stone and the sky.

I caught up with my friends, worked on service projects, made crafts, and enjoyed the beauty of nature. To me, camp has always like a refresh button in my life, It lets me put my overloaded schedule on hold for a while. It is my breath of fresh air in a world I sometimes felt I was suffocating in. But when the topic of repelling came up among my eager friends, that feeling diminished. I kept telling myself that I didn’t have to if I didn’t want to, but there was still a trace of doubt.

He grasped me firmly as he walked towards a big silver cylinder. As we got closer, I could see the boiling water inside the cylinder. I tried to escape, but the man’s grip was too strong. He dropped me in, and the scalding water tore through my skin. I screamed out in pain, but no one could hear me. I was stuck in that big cylinder of boiling water with no escape. After a while, I let the water take me underneath sue that I wasn’t going to see daylight again.

The sun beats down on me. The torrid asphalt beneath my shoes radiates through my feet making them feel sluggish and slow. The sweat is pure turmoil and torments me in great drops of salt and exhaustion. It stings my eyes and my burnt skin and gives my body an uncomfortable sticky, slippery sensation that seems to boil under the hot sunlight. Every muscle in my body is swollen with lactic acid.