My Best Day

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

When I think of a summer day, I think about the ocean breeze, palm trees, salty air, and sun kissed hair. I think of the beaches where people are allowed to show a lot of skin without any judgements. It’s when people order refreshing drinks instead of hot cocoa. It’s when teenagers are worryless because it’s vacation time. Let’s just say, summer days are just the best days. This poem by Mary Oliver, called “The Summer Day,” emphasizes my vision. This poem indicates a metaphor for how short life is, and how we act on certain situations without even realizing it.

I was at school and I was thrilled for the day to start. The reason why was because today was field day. So I got to my homeroom and my teacher Mrs. Martin (my second grade teacher) started explaining what was going to happen today. I couldn’t make out everything from the fact that I was thinking about what was going to happen today. We started heading outside carrying all the materials we will need for the day.

So as you can see, my morning hasn’t started well. Although my mother and I usually understand each other, we just get into it randomly sometimes. The whole day I’ve been walking around with an attitude. I didn’t want anyone to talking to me, or coming around me. Things got super awkward when one of my friends was joking about how we didn’t invite her to go to the movies with us. She was trying to play it cool, but

It was a bright and warm summer morning when I woke from a good night sleep. Nothing prepared me for the dark, gloomy and sad day ahead of me. You see, this was the day that my cousin and childhood best friend passed away in an auto accident.

That summer was filled with plenty of swimming and ice cream days with my friends. It was just like any other summer--except it rained. It rained so much that I should have been able to predict the sorrow that would come

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.

June 1st, the start of summer, for me, was always a bittersweet day. My mother would tell my brother, Ian and I to climb into the back of her red Buick Regal and we would embark on a 3-hour drive to Muskegon, Michigan. Of course I slept the

I have always wanted the opportunity to have a day where I had a choice of whatever I wanted to do, regardless of cost. To me personally, family time is essential, and all these activities that I would do in my perfect day wouldn’t be the same if I didn’t have family with me. As the day goes on, it becomes obvious that this is a very unrealistic day, cost and time wise. The places I would visit, the old friends I get to see again, and even the great food I would get to eat, make my perfect day truly special. My perfect day would consist of time with old friends and family, but would also include activities I would probably never get the chance to do in my normal life.

Even though it was summer it was still a comfortable morning where it was hot but with a perfect cool breeze.It was a time before my mom and dad had divorced.I ran outside and played barfoot in the grass while my mom and dad fixed up and old garden we had in the corner of our yard.We lived in a small but perfectly cozy house with a basement and my best friend Sasha,Sasha was a beautiful young dog at the time.

“WOO-HOO!” MRJEFF exclaimed. He had just found a $100 dollar bill soaked into the ground. He picked it up and kept walking to work. It was the early morning, the frost was still nipping at his skin and the sun was barely creeping its way over the mountains to the west. Today MRJEFF felt surprisingly happy today. Normally he was always unhappy as his full name was MRJEFF Jeff. He was always being made fun of even as an adult. He arrived at work and all his co-workers greeted him sarcastically.

Surpriesed things usually make you happy but sometimes it also makes you sad. Surprise makes you become full of emotion. You can feel sad and happy at the same time. I felt that once. It was a goodbye party for me. I was going to go study abroad so my friends hold a party for me. Only my best friend and me were there. On that day, the sun was shining, the birds were singing. I had thought that it would be a happy day. However, it wasn’t.

One bright morning, I thought that my family and I were going to have a wonderful time for the whole day as today was my Grandfather’s birthday. I was really excited for this day as I’ve waited a really long time, that being 365 days (Unless it was a leap year, I didn’t really know). This was my favorite day as we always went to eat, then went to various stores, then stayed home or watched a movie.

This day has been the longest day. I have been looking forward to going out trick or treating with all of my friends for weeks and finally it is tonight. But could the clock go any slower, ticktock, ticktock. I really believe the clock is going as slow as a turtle. It is finally Thursday, the thirty-first of October, but I really don't believe it is ever going to be six o'clock in the evening. At least it is a nice night out and no rain in the forecast. You couldn't ask for a better night to go trick or treating than this magnificent 70 degree evening. I guess, I might as well get into my costume and be ready when all of my friends meet in front of my house.

As the sun begins to rise the seagulls begin to sing and I know that it is time to start my day. I get up, grab a cup of hot coffee and watch the world around me from my front porch breathing in the fresh ocean air. I am home. Ever since I can remember I have spent my summers at the shore with everyone I love around me. As I get older the summers keep getting shorter and I just wish I could be young again for one more summer.