At the age of six I had not given much thought about life and death, but this day changed that. As a baby, I cannot imagine all the things I did that put myself in danger. I was completely unaware of the consequences of my actions. As a child, I was playful, innocent, and cheerful. Throughout my years of growing up I have learned many lessons through life. Only a few events happened before this one that I can remember. On my 6th birthday, life could have been lost, and from that I learned to always be careful and that life can change in an instant. First, I woke up Saturday afternoon. Since it was Saturday, I slept longer than usual. Today was the day chosen to celebrate my birthday, which was actually a few days before. It was my 6th birthday party. My parents and I decided that the party would take place at our home. We invited all our neighbors and friends. I was young, energetic, and ready to enjoy life. Next, I got out of my Rugrats sheet covered bed. I headed down the narrow and white hallway to the living room. I greeted my parents and had a small breakfast. I ate scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast. After eating I asked my parents if I could ride my bike with friends before coming back home. My parents agreed that was ok. I went into the garage to get my blue, new, Mongoose bicycle. My bicycle was a gift from my parents, which I received on my birthday. After returning home from bike riding, I got an hour of rest before the party was ready to begin. I exited
That morning I was so happy and filled with excitement. I came into school and everyone was happy to see me. Even people I barely knew were happy to greet me with a sincere birthday congratulations. It was awesome because I had so many new friends and all of us were joyful on that day.
On Saturday I woke up around 7:00 I lay in bed and read for a little bit and then I got up and started my chores. (My dad went to work while I was doing my chores) When I had two to go we had breakfast (biscuits) and watched a doctor who. Then I finished my chores and packed to go to my grandma’s house for a sleepover. After I had finished packing I started coloring with my mom and my brother. Then my grandma came and we put away our colors and then we packed the car and headed to the grocery store to drop my mom off so she could get groceries. We had to go with her so we did and I pushed the cart while my grandma went and did something. Then my grandma came and we dropped my mom off back at our house and went with our grandma for a sleepover. First we had lunch there then my brother and I had to pick up the sticks if we wanted a popsicle. When we finished we got the popsicle and played until bedtime which was at 9:30. I stayed awake reading until I finally fell asleep. It was a big day.
Let's start on Tuesday because nothing really happened on Monday, so on Tuesday I went to a wake for my family's friends grandpa and then after words we went out to dinner at Fuddruckers. When we got home though I finished packing my bag for sixth grade camp and went to bed.
Life can be challenging at times. Sometimes, people need a little guidance to point them into the right direction. Lessons can be learnt in many different ways. Readers learn lessons about life in forms of literature. Some of these valuable life teachings can be taught by the experiences found in “On the Sidewalk Bleeding” by Evan Hunter, “Kath and Mouse” by Janet McNaughton and “Coffee, Snacks and Worms” by Karleen Bradford.
Then, the next day passed and i woke up and walked to my great grandma's and my great grandpa’s house and brought everything that i brought. After that i went to the store down
I woke up and i'm super excited. because it's my birthday. I realize that i'm seven. then I also realize that it's four in the morning. So I went back to sleep for three hours.
2. Today was the day that everyone gathered to celebrate. There was streamers and balloons everywhere. Everyone had a smile on their face and was ready to eat. A cake was brought out with all candles lit. Today was my birthday.
When I was twelve, I was naive. Most days went by in a blur. I never thought; I never considered that I should stop and think about the consequences of my words and actions. Still too young to understand that others’ lives were equally—if not more complex than mine—but old enough to begin to comprehend it.
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As I awoke from a good night’s rest, I usually would lay in bed for a while just gathering my thoughts and thinking about life. Some of the things that ran through my life were anything from my friends to the days of going off to college rapidly approaching. After laying for a while I would get up and head to the shower to start my day. Once I was done rinsing and cleaning my body, I would turn the shower off and dry off with a towel. When I was done drying off and putting on my clothes, I headed down the stairs to socialize with family and friends. I walked outside to sit on the porch where my dad was telling stories from whenever he was a kid. Inside I could hear my aunts, who were very flustered, discussing what else needed to be done
Then, my mother was finished with her coffee so we got in the car and drove to the gas station. When we got to the gas station my mother pumped the gas. After she was finished, we went in and got a snack and something to drink. My mom got a water, a Mellow Yellow, a breakfast pizza and I got a Gatorade and some Cheez-its.
If there is one thing that I have learned in my life, it is that overcoming the fear of judgement is the only way to be successful. Since I was five years old, I have been involved in the performing arts. In kindergarten, I began piano lessons. One year later, I was introduced to acting by my first grade teacher. My mother found a local studio, called Claudia Grispn's Performing Arts Center (C.G.P.A.C.) which allowed children to participate in musicals. I still act, and I still play the piano.
On a Saturday morning, I woke up to the rising sun with its orange glow filling the sky. The birds were chirping, and I was ecstatic for this weekend. I finished my morning routine, and got on my computer to complete my homework before I start playing. Just as I was beginning to work, my mom strolled into my room.
What’s a lesson you have learned in your life? Well, you have probably learned more than one lesson in your life, and I definitely learn lessons everyday, but one that has stuck with me is that Jesus is the only perfect person, and that I shouldn't feel like I am lacking perfection, because it isn’t possible. I can still strive for it, but I won’t get all the way there. Some people may find that discouraging, but I find that an encouragement. That is because I know that when I fail, I will know that I almost did something impossible. Other people might see that I’m saying that they will fail, and they will. The truth can hurt, but I am (mostly) an honest person. I wouldn't lie about this, and you just need to accept it, no one can be perfect, only Jesus. Reading the Holy Bible has taught me many things. One of my favorite verses is 2 Samuel 22:31, “As for God, his way is perfect; the LORD’S word is flawless; he shields all that take refuge in him.” I had a bad day, and opened to a random verse, and found this. One day in fourth grade we had SBAC testing and I had decided to take my Bible to school to read after I finished, seeing as I usually finished before the end of the day. It was a little bit after 10 o’clock, and Mr. Porter had given us a break. I was by myself sitting in the grass near the backstop on the west side of the field. I was having a bad day, being told I was worthless, so I took my Bible outside and opened my Bible to a random place and started reading. I smelled the grass and felt it under me. The warm May air hugged me like a comforting parent. The grass was slightly wet and the book was heavy in my my hands, the design on the front cover was cool under my fingertips. My fuzzy jacket and sweatpants against my waist and legs. I heard the kids playing around me and the wind whistling through my ears. The pages are thin in my hands as I open to a random place and start reading, seeing only the words. I hear a whistle blown by Mr. Porter, and stand up, feeling the familiar tingle when my legs have fallen asleep.
After years of friendship I felt bold enough to start making suggestions, subtle hints that I thought he needed professional help. I loved him and wanted nothing more than for him to be happy.