My Best Days Of My Life

On February 14, 2015, I went to my first concert. It was also the first time I have ever visited Las Vegas, Nevada. During this trip, I was 11 years old. Above all the car drive, the stay, and the concert was a fantastic adventure.

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The day was already crazy, I got home from my vacation at four in the morning. I was running off of five hours of sleep and the concert didn't even start until seven; ending at twelve. I was on my way to go pick up my best friend, Taylor; its a ritual for us to get ready together before every show we go to. Taylor and I went back to my house to start preparing for the rave. Finally it was four o'clock and we were ready to leave.

The 1975 is an eccentric band. Not only are they unpredictable, but they change from song to song. Each song to the men is like a piece of art. They utilize their time wisely, capturing a feel and adding poetic lyrics to tell a story. George and Matty put their critiques together and make everything happen. The controversial, fourteen year old band is not only problematic, but what will be put in history as glamourous

Every time I go to a concert, I experience a feeling which is almost indescribable, as if no other moment matters and the musician is playing to me alone as they capture all of my emotions in one set. When i went to see The 1975 recently, this was exactly the feeling I was exposed to. Even as The 1975 progressively get a larger and larger following, you still get the feeling of seeing a small garage band. Although they have the feel of a smaller band, the setup of the stage and the aesthetics of the show will completely amaze anybody who sees them. Each song throws you headfirst into a new world, with stunning color schemes complimenting even more stunning lyrics. However, if you're looking for a concert that you can go wild at, this isn't

Easily agitated or alarmed; tending to be anxious; highly strung: thanks Google for the definition of nervous, but according to my first date that's an understatement. My first date was not only the most memorable day of my life ,but also the most embarrassing. From the first kiss to the hospital, December 20th was no typical first date. Even though I love a crowd, this is a little difficult to share, nevertheless i'm going to tell you guys about the most memorable day of my life, My dreadful most disastrous, yet astounding first time that I went on a date with a boy.

At first glance you might think "This must be a post about a road trip right?", but it's not. This is about one of the best nights of my life. On August 25, I went to a One Direction concert with one of my best friends, Bella. In this post I'll tell you all about the concert of a life time.

I sat in the back of the car, with my earphones plugged into my i-pod. I was listening to Rubber Soul, one of my favourite albums. I was really excited. The reason for this was that we were on our way to Liverpool. My parents had secretly organised this trip for my 18th birthday (which had been yesterday), which was the nicest thing anybody had ever done for me. We would be visiting The Beatles' childhood homes, The Cavern, Strawberry Fields and lots of other cool Beatle-related places. The mere thought of it made me smile. Two years ago I had become a huge Beatles fan and ever since then I had been dying to go to the place where it had all started.

My best day was graduating from Goldsboro High School in 2014. Hundreds of proud classmates, including myself, stood waiting patiently in our blue and gold graduation gowns. Preparing for that moment to walking across the stage where I would receive my diploma. While getting settled in, I started to reminisce on all the goals, I accomplished in addition to graduating with close friends that I'd gained relationships for more than four years.

A month passed, which seemed more like a year, on June 18, I got to attend my first metal concert. I had already gone to two other concerts, which were 2cellos and Trans Siberian Orchestra.

I was so excited to finally see and meet my favorite bands. They mean so much to me. I just couldn’t fully still think I was on my way to meet them. We stopped several times before we actually made it to Atlanta. I was so happy that I was back home to see my favorite bands and some friends. We stayed the night into a beautiful hotel. We were just going to sleep there for one day, so why not sleep in a gorgeous hotel. We all went to bed around 2 A.M. I had a long day ahead of me.

It was 9:00 AM on a Tuesday when I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Yesterday afternoon my sister and I had packed everything we were going to need for our trip to Kansas City, Missouri, we were super excited about it. We were going to see our favorite band in concert for the second time that day! Once we were both wide-awake we could hardly contain our screams of excitement. We had everything planned out, the time we were going to arrive at our hotel and what we were going to do once we got there. Although, we never thought things could go so out of plan. It takes exactly 5 hours and 8 minutes from my house to Arrowhead Stadium and we left at 9:30 AM. Since the concert started at 7:00 PM we would have arrived there around 2:45 PM and

Three years ago, I embarked on a quest. Something I thought would not happen until I was in my early twenties. Around that time, I experienced my first ever concert. A concert that will forever be relieved through my memory vault for the rest of my life in a such a vivid and breathtaking way that it is almost as if I can recount it as if it happened yesterday. Also, it was my first time going to such event by myself without the comfort of friends or family. A true experience that changed the way I view concerts, and it changed my perspective on how to act in such a public setting.

One hot and sunny day my parents, little brother, and I wanted to get out of the house. So we decided to got to the park and play on the playground. It was so hot outside that we were sweating just from standing but it was a great day. Not only was it was a great day but it was also a great day because it was the day I was going to ask my parents if we could get a dog. I was so excited to ask that I was getting goosebumps. I began to walk towards my parents and when I reached them I asked the question.” Can we get a dog please?” Both my mama and dad looked at each other and said one day we will be able to. It wasn’t a yes but it wasn’t a no, so I knew that there was a chance that I could get one.

Everyone has had at some point a week in their life that they will never forget and is considered to be a crazy week. Weeks filled with joy, stress, and excitement is what we as humans thrive off. When our adrenaline gets going and our hearts start beating out of our chests; that is when we begin to live and see what life is all about. The craziest week of my life occurred this past summer when I took a mini vacation to Jim Thorpe, Pennsylvania, for my thrilling paintball event I participate in every year. The road trip of about three hours to Pennsylvania was filled with twists and turns that no man could have expected. Before we were even on our way the troubles came flooding towards us. The paintball event itself was filled with excitement but challenges that made my week tough. After the event when I was ready to go home, life threw me more curveballs then I was ready to hit.