My Dream Experience

Having a dream and living with passion is very important because I believe living without passion is like being dead. Someone like Tony Hawk could agree. Tony Hawk has been a professional skateboarder for over 24 years. However, he did not receive that title overnight; Tony got his first skateboard when he was only 9 years old. Since then, Tony worked extremely hard and put a lot of his focus on skateboarding. He did it because that was his Dream. Tony’s Dream was frowned upon by many of his teachers and adults alike. One of his teachers even told him that he “would never make it in the workplace if he didn’t follow directions exactly” (Hawk), but he never gave up his Dream. He kept working hard and eventually became a pro at the young age of 15.

I remember it like it happened yesterday. It was a warm sunny day on October 27 2013, and we were driving to my sister Amy’s house in Kaukauna. We had to drop off a set of bunk beds at her house for my niece Mia. My dad, mom, my sister Anna, and I were all in one car, while my two brothers, Andrew and David, were in the Ford Ranger ahead of us. We were having fun in the car, talking, laughing and listening to music, until we came up on a yield sign. My brother Andrew proceeded through it first, when a black Envoy came speeding around the corner, too fast to slow down. When Andrew saw it coming he tried to swerve, but the car was going too fast, and it was too late. The car hit the truck,

Later on, I was in tears. I still wanted to see some of my best friends every day. I didn’t want to leave them. I ran up to my bright, cozy room, and called on of my best friend in tears. We talked for a while, until we were

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

There are many things I want to do when I am out there in the real world. I am like every teenager out there with countless dreams. I grew up with so many dreams. When I was still young, I wanted to be a police officer, a firefighter, an astronaut, even a doctor! But as I grew up I would narrow it all down to one or two choices and I have to choose one and what I want to be in life soon. I already know what I want to do with my life. What I Intend to do later in life is just to live a normal life and being happy with what I am doing, but since I love exotic cars, I plan on buying one. But buying these types of car is going to cost me huge amounts of money.

A few weeks before Christmas last year, I and my friends Daniel, Emmanuel and John longboarded from my house up in Lakeland down to Daniel’s house down in the valley of Auburn. It was approximately a two and a half hour journey through the brisk air and on the slippery wet leaves. It took a bunch of twists and turns to get to Daniel’s apartment, all of our friends called his area “Mini Mexico” because everyone in his apartment complex was Mexican besides two Indian families that fit in. We arrived around five the sunny was already setting, we leaned our boards against the wall next to Daniel’s door. We walked into an already started party. We lined up to greet the relatives, I was in the back just hoping that

This summer, in the first week of August, we went to Brighton, Michigan. I along with my grandma Sharon, my same age uncles: Logan and Cole, and my brother Hayden were all going. At 10:30 AM we left, getting into her in her car piling our stuff in. This consisted for me of 3 books, a deck of cards, a stick of deodorant and a few changes of clothes. I finished the first book, Rangers Apprentice The Lost Stories, about three hours down the road and halfway through it we stopped at the Iowa I-80 truck stop, the world's largest truck stop, for lunch. After that I talked with Cole for another two hours. We stopped at a rest stop just out of Chicago and stretched out our legs. from there it was a straight run up into Michigan and from there into

In the midst of my tears at the beginning of that car ride in August, my mom said, “you’re going to make friends. You’re going to form deeper friendships than you have ever known to last a lifetime.”

About a two years past, I had lost my job, and was in the process of moving out of my former place of residence. My plan was to split my parent’s garage in half, and build a room for me to stay while I got back up on my feet. Though until the room was built, I was to lay my head on the living room couch. Words cannot describe how uncomfortable that wretched sofa was. So I usually spent most nights, and waning hours of the mornings, outside in the driveway with my brother in law, Tony. We would usually drink and reminisce about simpler times, share stories of our uneventful days, and pass out as the sun was rising. Every night blended into the next. It was like living the same day for three weeks.

First of all my cousin, Jacob came over to hangout with Denny,Nick,Lauren, and me sometimes. Jacob was spending the night and my mom asked “Do you want ice cream”? Jacob commented “No I have to lose some weight”, we all chuckled and had fun. But one day it was no giggling matter, Dennis got a call explaining that Jacob was killed in a car crash. He was turning the corner on his moped, with a blink of an eye we lost him.

One day I was with my brother and his friend, Kenny, they’ve been friends since they were kids. We were riding around on Kenny’s four-wheeler, it was a red Honda Rancher 420cc four-wheeler. After a long day of riding with my

So finally we reach my grandma’s house after a nine hour car ride with two slobbery dogs, two grouchy teens, and one fed up aunt. When we got out of the car there were millions of endless hugs and kisses, and you can’t forget about the “How are you? I missed you so much”es. But I’ve been sweating like a pig for way too any hours and all I could think about was how cold that pool would be when I plop into it. After cooling down we had family time and managed to stay up till the crack of dawn late instead of taking our behinds to bed. The next day my New York family flew down, but they were way too tired to take on the adventures the next day would bring us.

The Thanksgiving of my seventh grade year is the most memorable to me as it was in those five days my cousin Michael and I grew closer than we ever had before. My cousins and I would race our Grandfather’s golf cart against his neighbor’s cart in the streets past dark so that we could not be seen by my Grandfather. The shared adrenaline rush we would get speeding by the river bonded us and created a mutual understanding between us, that sometimes kids need to release energy and let loose. Our mutual escape from the lull of a proper Friday night dinner let us see the real sides of one another. Due to my last time seeing Michael was fifth grade, things had changed in the both of us, and those fifteen minutes of rebellion let us show each other who we had become. Sometimes I look back on this moment when I miss my family, as it was a time where all the cousins joined together regardless of our ages. I have not seen Michael since then, as it is hard for my aunt and uncle to get time off to visit from Florida. I sometimes wonder what Michael is like now, and look forward to our next fifteen minutes of rebellion at a friday night dinner. Missing Michael has taught me the value of family, and how one person can change your whole

Risks and creativity seem like they can never correlate, but in “Create Dangerously” and “Dreams that have changed the world”, Edwidge Danticat and Van De Castle contrast the risks taken in creativity to produce a satisfying masterpiece. Danticats an immigrant artist creates despite the adversity she faced; Danticat has taken risks and wrote against the horrors of Haiti. However Van De Castle a great dream theorist has shown many examples of creativity in the dream world and how the risks taken to create in the awaken world has led to the formation of awarding winning pieces. Danticat in “Create dangerously” and Van De Castle in “Dreams that have changed the world” portray analogous ideas on how risks are a part of the creativity process. Danticat

On our way to Georgia, we had gotten stopped by a policeman. Even though not all memories of our journey is good but it still builds memory that we will all soon laugh at later in life. Even though it was a serious matter, after the cop let us go, my family actually made some jokes about it. These parts of the journey are what makes it adventurous and exciting. This time, we spent about 15 hours in the car together. Yet, surprisingly, we all had a great time again. We all laughed, sung songs, and took silly pictures of each other sleeping. The journey to Georgia was another success. Without realizing it at all, we were all socializing more with each other than we usually do at