It was a wind morning on the first day of you can smell the bacon on a fall day with a hint of hickory. It smells so good you can almost taste it. You can feel the hot cocoa going down into your stomach. Kids going to school with their friends and infants wrapped in a snuggly warm blanket. You can feel the cold air on your cheeks and when you are outside you can hear the leaves under your feet and the busy city streets filled with cars lined up to the end of the
Ow! Mom can we go to the doctor, I think i broke my wrist. More than one million people world wide break there wrist a year. How did i break my wrist, You know how hard it is to use your arm when its broke.
After an eight hour drive we finally made it to Yosemite National Park. We were minutes away from starting our camping adventure and none of us could hold in our excitement. As we pulled into the parking lot we instantly noticed that the whole place was completely abandoned. We were puzzled as to why the park was closed. Annabelle was the first one to break the silence. She turned to Wyatt and said, “there is no way in hell that I’m leaving this place without going camping.” The furious look on her face made us realize that she would be impossible to reason with. Wyatt tried explaining to her that it might not be safe to camp at a deserted park but she grabbed her backpack and marched over to the fence. She promptly threw her gear over the fence
Fall is fast approaching and that means it's time for sweaters, scarves and boots! I love Fall, the temperature is perfection. The heat and I do not get along, however the cool, crisp air and I are BFF.
Today, the weather was very humid and warm outside for mid-October. It was a comfortable temperature outside, so I decided to take my fall jacket off because I did not want to be too hot as I was walking around the market. I’m estimating that it was approximately mid to low 20’s in temperature today, so whenever a breeze arose, it was refreshing because it was pretty warm outside. I decided that today I would take a walk through the dessert sections of the market before going to sit by the outdoor firepit. There were many vendors selling fudge and pastries, so this was something I purchased because I was heading home that afternoon and I thought my family would enjoy these treats. The firepit was not turned on today because it was fairly warm outside, but I still decided to sit in one of the Adirondack chairs surrounding the firepit to take in everything that was happening around me. It was very busy at the market around this time because it was the weekend, and everybody was taking the opportunity to spend time with their families outside on the warm fall day. I also noticed an older man performing a compilation of folk songs on the guitar, and a small group of people huddled around the area listening to him perform. I started to become restless after sitting in the chair for about ten minutes, so I decided to continue walking to one of the buildings at the farmer’s market. Throughout my childhood, my parents would usually take me and my sisters to St. Jacobs Farmers’
Beep, Beep, Beep the alarm went off. I am so excited it is the Fall festival today. I went downstairs to see what my mom had made for breakfast. Yay! She made french toast with cinnamon sprinkled on top and eggs on the side. It smelled so good. Right when I took my fork and put that first piece of French toast on my fork my mom said, “wait! We have to say the blessing.” So we said the blessing and then ate away. As we finished our breakfast my mom said after we eat we will have one hour to get ready and go to the fall festival. I ran upstairs to be first to the shower and took a nice hot shower before the hot water ran out. After my shower I got dressed and ready to go. We all ran to the car and got in. We arrived at the
When I was 7 years old my Dad said I could start helping him with his lawn business.When I turned 7 I was so excited because I could start helping him. A month after my birthday he told me how to drive it.
There were mouths moving on the other side of the table, I had enough of a mental capacity to realise that. To realise that I should be listening and absorbing what was being said by everyone else. Maybe even contribute to the conversation. Wren’s face looked questioningly across the table, but her eyes were filled with understanding. I needed this moment in my own head to breathe. This moment to feel okay again before coming back down to earth. Warm fingers wrapped around mine served as an anchor, and the stress of this one meal was the thunderous sea threatening to throw me overboard.
It was another cloudy yet chilly day in Vermont. Snow could be seen covering roads and the roofs of several buildings that I had passed by. Whilst on a bandwagon, I was makin’ my way towards the Vermont train station. Feeling a gust of wind pass by, I heard the sound of a train coming to a stop —‘skreeee’. In a swift motion, I whipped the reins in my hand, commanding my stallions to come to a halt. Tlot tlot tlot! As I stood patiently by the station, I could hear the conductor instruct,“This marks our stop! Carefully grab your luggages and make your way towards the exits!” One by one, passengers stepped off the train, bustling around in a hurry until one of them appeared to be Elizabeth. Glancing over the people waiting, finally she had made eye contact with me, “Over here, Betsy!” I hollered. “Uncle Henry!” she exclaimed, quickly grabbing her belongings and making her way over.
Beep! Beep! Beep! I wake up to an alarm screaming in my ear. I smack the alarm to shut the yelling off. It was a January day, in the middle of the cold, brutal winter. I finally got up after sitting in bed for what felt like hours, and looked outside like I do every morning. I noticed that there was no sign of grass to be seen. All that could be seen was white, frozen blanket of thick snow. I started to get ready for the school day and I just prayed that school was going to be canceled. As soon as I was fully ready I stepped outside and my food sunk down a foot and a half below the snow! I could not believe it that school was still open. As soon as I got to my car that was completely covered in snow, my mother comes out and yells that school was closed. I felt a huge wave as release and I ran back inside and went right back to sleep.
There I was, going as fast as I can. I am invincible was the thought going through my ten year old brain. After church, my family and I were heading to my grandparents house. Every Sunday, all of my mom's family goes over to my grandparents to have ice cream and talk; however, this time we were having dinner with the whole family because my it was the start of the summer. I couldn't wait to see my cousins. I was all over the car. “Sit still!” said my aggravated mother.
I was 6 years old when the first semi-significant event happened in my life. The story isn’t tragic or entertaining but a grade’s a grade. The day started quite early, getting dressed would take around an hour when you had 4 children in grade school with a TV in the living room. I don’t recall breakfast or any of this clearly anyways. The drive was long and the roads we turned on were a blur on my mind. Today was the first day of school; I hadn’t actually really heard much about it despite having 3 older brothers. I did however biologically know it would be awful. I cried in my ignorant youth, pleading, begging, negotiating my way out of this horrible place I had never been and never wanted to be. Alas, I was pushing an unmovable mountain,
People were crowding behind us trying to get out, some shoving each other to try to get closer to survival. Because I read the directions thoroughly while we were falling, I managed to open the door. As soon as I got the door open though, freezing cold water came rushing in, hitting me like cold, hard fists. It was so shockingly cold that I kept thinking that we were either going to drown or get hypothermia. My dad grabbed me and the airline lady and pushed us out the door.
“Get up! It’s time for school!” I heard my mom yell through the house from the living room. It was my second year in Junior High, seventh grade. Beginning a day not know how it is going to go is common. It's like any other day. You wake up and get ready for school or work thinking it's going to be the same, and maybe hopefully something new would happen. On the day I had broken my wrist felt like any other day, I had woken up to the smell of breakfast. The smell of bacon lingering was very ordinary in my house. Considering I got up around the same time as my parents, or five minutes or so prior to them. I had walked into the kitchen expecting my mother to be the one cooking bacon, but was surprised to see my dad doing so. I had forgotten it was his day off and was happy to know he
Well it started having to come to school and having to listen to teachers talk all day ,and then going to dance line practice after a long sweaty day of school.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a maid of honor in a wedding, that was very important to you? Well I figured that out just about a year ago, while being in my dad and stepmom, Christi’s wedding.