Lake Bemidji: A Short Story

Growing up I lived in the small town of Duncan, Oklahoma; although, not nearly as small as the town I currently reside in. Throughout my adolescence, I attended Mark Twain Elementary School and as I was ending the third grade, my parents decided that we should move to Fox, Oklahoma to be closer to my grandparents. Moving would bring big changes my way such as a smaller school, living in the middle of nowhere, and new ways of entertainment. Living in the country has its pros and cons, but I can tell you the only thing I could think of the night we moved out there was the cons. Eventually, I had grown accustomed to the silence, lack of traffic, and having nothing to do. Looking back I feel that if we had not moved to the country then I would

My mother sat down with my sister and I, and told us that ultimately, the four of us would have to move because we were being forced to sell our home. I accepted this decision, not comprehending fully how far away I would actually be. I could not grasp the idea that I would be leaving the people I was with since I could walk. Everything I went through and everything I did was with them. All the memories we made on the street would slowly fade, but be kept forever. Moving day, I knew deep down that I had to be strong throughout this new development in my life. I was moving to a place where I didn’t know anyone, where I did not know what school I would be going to, or if I would have neighbors just like the ones in Southington. I climbed into my father's truck, not knowing what would happen from then on. I was surrounded by my all neighborhood friends, all in tears. I remember feeling fearless, ready to take on anything life would throw at me. As one of my close friends walked up to the truck with tears in her eyes, I looked at her with reassurance that everything would be

The next three years of my life, which puts me somewhere at the end of seventh grade, I have next to no memory. My father, who was currently a lieutenant for the Broken Arrow Police Department, and had been employed with the agency for 18 years, remained a mere two years away from retirement. Anyone who can calculate simple math knows that is too long to quit. So, my dad, being the workaholic that he is, decided to stay in Oklahoma for the next two years, which in actuality was closer to three and a half. My mother, older brother, and I moved to Texas. The drama did not stop with that decision, however. My parents bought a new house still under construction. Guess what! The house could not be finished until the fall. Due to complications with school regulations my brother and I had to

As a child I was Boston born but Georgia raised. My mom says I moved to Georgia when I was 2 but since I was 2 I don’t remember. I stayed in Georgia for 8 years and when I was ten my family moved back to Boston because my mother got tired of Georgia. I had never lived in Boston after I was born so when I got here I didn't know anyone besides family or any of the places. My first year here in Boston I lived in-for lack of a better weird-the hood. I was from Georgia the parts where the worse thing that ever happened to me was a school lockdown because they thought fireworks were gunshots. When I came to Boston it was a totally different scenery. I was scared to go everywhere and/or do anything. I lived in Mattapan kinda near Blue Hill Ave. to give you some imagery. The corner store I lived near was more than “a corner” away. But as well it wasn't a mile away either. I was scared mostly because the street I had to walk down to get to the corner store was full of houses blocking the light and wasn't ever that busy.

It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father

Born and raised in Texas, i lived with both my parents. The most important move

I have lived in Steubenville Ohio my whole life. Growing up in Steubenville has showed me that I don’t want to spend the rest my life here. After I graduate from EGCC for radiology I plan on moving to Alabama. I plan on moving to Alabama because I have family there and being there gives me a comfortable feeling. I am very big on family oriented. I have two brothers and two sisters and lots of cosines. I get a lot of personality traits from my mom. She has taught me to not be afraid and to go after my dreams. Family makes the difference in many of the situations that life gives us. Without my family I would not know what love and support is. Though my family maybe crazy sometimes they help me recognize the person I am today. I wouldn't change my family for the world, even though I have thought about it many times.

When I was little my family and I lived in the small city of Elmira, New York. I remember one of the problems there was that I almost never got to see my dad. The job had required him to commute a long distance everyday, causing him to leave early in the morning, and come home late at night. Even when he managed to get home early he was tired and couldn’t do much. Eventually we moved to Connecticut where we lived in two different places. Living in Connecticut was a little better than living in New York. My dad’s job was a somewhat closer than before. For some reason, life in Connecticut seemed dull to me as a child. To this day I don’t remember anything really fun about living in Connecticut. Our first house had a gigantic downhill driveway

When we did finally move from my childhood home in Illinois to our new home in Knoxville, Tennessee, the only thing I could think about was how isolated and scared I felt. What was it going to feel like on my first day of class when I was surrounded entirely by strangers? I will always vividly remember walking into my new high school and feeling so lost. Every class I walked into was an alien environment and I had to struggle to keep my composure.

I moved to Burns Flat when I was twelve. I came from Phoenix, Arizona, the big city. Going from that to a town that I can walk around the outskirts and be back home in thirty minutes was a massive culture shock for me. Everything was so much different. I actually had friendly neighbors and grassy lawns instead of the frightening gangsters in the apartment next door and the concrete jungle beyond my front door. In place of smog painted orange by street lights at night, I was greeted with a starry night sky I had only ever dreamed of seeing. It was here that I realized the world had so much beauty just waiting for me to bear witness to.

Maria woke up and thought to herself, I need a change. Something adventurous. Maybe I’ll go to that strange lake I saw. It sure is hot today. And I think I deserve the rest since papa made me work so hard yesterday. With that in mind, she slipped on the worn ruffle dress her sister had passed on to her three years ago. Maria missed her sister, Margarita. Margarita had died many many years ago, at the young age of nine. Seeing that Maria possessed a petite figure, and that Margarita was abnormally tall, Margarita gave the young Maria the dress as a birthday gift. The story goes, Margarita and three toddlers named Juan, José, and Alejandro were playing in the dirt when their mother came up to them and yanked them as hard as she could. You see, her husband had been gone for longer and longer trips out west at a time, and only came back

The day I found out I was moving, my first reaction was relief, for up until that point, I had concluded that the reason my parents were so serious, was because I’d done something wrong. However, as soon as that thought disappeared, another one replaced it. Why were we moving to DC? We were perfectly fine in the neighborhood that we lived in. Slowly, I began to realise that I did not like the idea of moving. I didn’t say this outloud because I was still confused. Was this a joke? Instead, I put on a bright smile and reacted as if they told me that they were going to throw a party. For the rest of the day I did my best to ignore the conversation we had, to ignore the fact that we were moving. It was not until

When I was four years old we moved to Oskaloosa, Iowa. It was a small town of 15,000 people and became my home for the next 5 years. My favorite memories from Iowa are fishing with my father and competing in local fishing tournaments. It was a hobby we both loved. We would wake up bright and early nearly every weekend and spend all day on the lake. Growing up in Oskaloosa also had its disadvantages. My father was the chief psychiatrist at the local hospital and was well known for his work in the area. Unfortunately, his patient population grew

My house was close to my elementary school, Lupin Hill. Sometimes I would walk(10) with my mom and sister to it up a very steep hill. Although we did have a “secret” pathway to the school that was shorter. There was also the park. I remember we always called it the Red Park. The Red Park was within walking distance(5) and where I would hang out with my friends often. On the last day of school, once, there was a water balloon fight with bright colourful balloons that would explode when they hit you.(9)

I was born in Missoula, Montana. I only lived there for the first two years of my life, but my grandparents lived there throughout my childhood. I visited often. Missoula is a unique area of Montana. It is pretty liberal. It is college town with a lot of outdoors activities. My time spent in Montana was a huge part of my socialization. Both my parents were born and raised in Montana. Most of my extended family still lives there. My family moved to Boise, Idaho when I was only two. I lived there until I was eighteen. My time spent in both Montana and Idaho consisted of a lot of camping, hiking, and climbing trees. It was easy to visit places