I Was A Little Kid

We were going on a family trip that I had been dying to go on. My parents finally agreed, so we were going to Canada. I was humming a happy tune until my mother told me to take off my seatbelt and move next to the door. I looked around to see we were driving on a curved cliff. I did not know what was happening, but I obediently did what

Then my mom went home and we took pictures for our protime. Of course I looked like crap because I was crying two minutes before we took the pictures. Then we went out of the class and went to second period, and I had ELA. I went in and saw where we were supposed to sit, so I went and sat there. There was this kid named Derek Olsen in the same class. So the teacher talked about class procedures and then the class was over. Then Derek came up to me and we started talking.

It took me three times to get use to riding a bike and after I got it down, we decided to head out down the block to Independence park on the bikes. This was the only park in the city that had a mix of a skate park and traditional park. We would usually hang out in the playground since we did not skate. When we got to front of the park we set our bikes down by a wooden fence that separated the grass area and parking lot. Isabel and Bianca had rushed out to the swings and I did some snooping around the park. I was always curious about my surroundings when I went out since I did not have that luxury to be out or play when I would have wanted to. I loved taking in the scenery, the beauty of the nature, and the flowers. They were my favorite thing about visiting Independence park. I was walking around this fence that surrounded the playground until I had reached the restrooms. I noticed this huge brown paper bag sitting on this phone booth. I was secretly freaking out cause I was curious to what was inside. My mom had always told me not be a traviesa (naughty) and that I should never touch what doesn’t belong to me so I rushed off to Isabel and Bianca to tell them about the bag. I figured I needed some partners in crime for this. When I got to the swings I was very out of breath I was a pretty chubby kid growing up, but that still did not stop me from running, I enjoyed it a lot actually. As gathered myself together and took in a deep breath Isabel yelled, “What is it? Why are you running so fast?” I looked up to her and said, “There is a brown on phone booth just sitting there. It’s so strange no one is here at the park and it is just there. Why?” She gave me a look as if I had said the most uninteresting thing on the planet and continued to say, “Okay? Why does this

We all went into the tent thinking that the night would come to an end. Since we had chips, pizza, candy, and all kind of other snacks, our friend Austin decided that it would be a good idea to throw a slice of pizza across the tent onto one of us. After that slice of pizza was thrown, an all out food fight took place. We were opening bags of chips, honey buns, pizza, and anything else we could get our hands on. After about thirty minutes of throwing food, we ran out of snacks and decided that we really needed to go to sleep. It was hard for me to go to sleep just thinking about what would happen the next morning.

The parents were fed up with our wild animal like behavior and told us to play downstairs in the basement. We all went down the basement and started to playing tag. Therefore, we had to be careful playing because the basement was not finished at the time and had metal studs where the walls are supposed to go and the concrete floors that are now hardwood. When everybody went upstairs because they were as tired as an olympic runner after a meet my Dad came down to fix a light bulb. He used a ladder to fix it so he could reach and when he was done he went upstairs so I was the only one in the basement. I wanted to be like my Dad so I decided to climb the ladder. I was at the top when my foot slipped off the ladder. Somehow I was able to turn my body around and grab onto a pipe to stop myself from falling. I felt the pipe starting to brake so I decided to swing on to the metal stud next to me because I was sure that was going to hold me. When my

One day in 7th grade at 6th block it was almost time for Eogs to begin actually they were the following monday and i was talking to natalie.Mr.Clark was talking about something that really bored me ,so talking to natalie was pretty much my only option.I really should of payed attention but you know it was almost the end of the year and no one really payed attention.He wanted us to take notes so i pulled out a bunch of paper.Everybody kept asking me for paper so i got very annoyed.

Second grade, my family and I went to a nail shop to get some nail polish. There was this one color – sparkly blue – that caught my eye. Instead of stealing the bottle of nail polish, I stole the nail sample. I looked left and right, up and down, to make sure no one was watching – little did I know, my father was watching. My Mother and I went down to the cashier to pay for everything – except the nail sample – and the cashier gave me a cute teddy bear and I immediately regretted stealing the sample. For a split second, I thought about putting the nail sample back, but if I did I would be caught and that would just mean more trouble for me. My only option was to go with the flow; pretend I had done nothing wrong. As I

high school and I let my so-called friends influence me in making some bad decisions. I went

Going all the way back to Elementary school, I had a crazy story that happened around the 4th grade. I was at recess and we had a lot of room to play on during recess. There were many trees around the area. Me being a kid at the time I liked to play with sticks and there were many sticks on the ground. So for me liking sticks I picked one up and started to wave it around all my friends. All of a sudden one of the lunch ladies starts running down, blowing her whistle to stop me from waving the stick around. The lunch lady then took me up to be put on the wall. The wall is where the kids who got in trouble for something sit on there and can’t play for a period of time. I did not play for the rest of recess. After that, my class and I went back

It was a Friday around lunch time when my teacher came and told me to “come get my baby” I asked her “could I get the baby at the end of the day” she said “yes” what a

To understand film as history or rather, history as film – is to be able to differentiate and acknowledge not only “[the] source or a document only of its aesthetic history, but of history in general.” Although some individuals may interpret history to come before film, the collection and portrayal of past historical events would have been difficult, if not impossible, without the invention of the kinetoscope in 1888, by famous persona Thomas Edison. “Kineto” to mean movement and “scope” to watch – it was originally to be viewed by a single person at a time, however, through the modern use of technology, films can be viewed by many around the world. The perception that film can function as history is not to be mistaken with the misunderstanding

In the second grade I was sitting down in my class. It was on a Tuesday evening when we were doing math independently. I took out of my backpack, found four pencils and placed them on my desk. Then I started working on my assignment. A boy name William went up to my desk and said “Brandie, those are my pencils so give them to me”. Brandie said “No, these aren't your pencils I bought them from home “Then William punched me in the face for not giving him the pencils. I was mad and cried because I wanted hit him back but my parent would have been mad at me if I reacted the same, so I told the teacher what happened.

It was the first day of school and me and my friend are like guppy fish in a tank of sharks! I asked her ,“do we go here”? She responded, “uhhh i don’t know!” Eventually we finally got dismissed to are classes after we found where to go.

My cousin grew up from the “rough side of the family” and was sent to stay with us during the summer. We hung out, walked, swam, went to the park, but still she was bored. So my mom signed us up for a class they had for young girls in the neighborhood park. Well to get to the neighborhood park there was two paths. Which one did me and my cousin decide to take, yep, the one we were warned not to step a foot on.

When I was a little girl I always fought for other people’s rights in society. My mother used to ask me where I got that passion from, and told me it was not from her or my father. I always seemed to care about the people that did not have anything, or did not get to do what I did and thought of as normal. I would not say that I grew up in a racist or particularly prejudice home, but throughout the years I realized that many people in my family expressed dislike toward people that were different from us. People that they thought ruined our society and challenged the way we lived in Sweden. When I say “they” I am talking about people of different color, religions, cultures or views on life. Esentially, people that were not like us, or what we considered “normal”. I remember multiple times during out family meetings or when we started talking about immigrants and how alone I felt with my thoughts on it. My family, with Grandpa in front, expressed a completely different view on the subject. Their view were that we should stop immigration because the immigrants just took our money and were too lazy to work. I was the only one to tell them that they were wrong, and that they should not assume things like that about people. I gave many long speeches about how these people were here for a reason and that we should help them in any way we could. However, that always seemed to be laughed at. No one took me seriously, maybe because I was young or because they did not think I was