My Experience In My Life

My grandma had her cousins and brother coming up the next day for a little fishing competition. We had to get out on the lake/ rainy river, to find where the walleye are at. My grandpa took us to the place where they usually put in the boat, but what they didn’t know was that it was way too shallow for the boat. My grandpa put my grandma and I in the water, barely getting out away from the dock. When smack we got stuck in the mud. Couldn’t use the big 300 horsepower Suzuki motor to get us out. Had to use the trolling motor to get out. Finally, we got out, and took our time getting to the river. The river was nice and calm. It was a smooth and interesting ride. The ride was very naturistic. I saw a lot of cool animals, and trees. I was riding in the back, when I saw some bright, but dark blue silos. I thought hey maybe those silos will be a nice place to fish, but of course it’s on the Canada side and I don’t have a

Have you ever been in a conversation where you have no clue what to say next. Have you ever been in a situation where you see someone you don't know and wanna talk to them but dont have the courage to say anything?

The days of middle school, easy learning and fun friends to play out the last remaining years of my childhood. At the age of 7 my dad and my older sister decided on getting a dog for the family. I was eccentric about this idea, I love dogs and the idea of finally having a family dog sounded like a dream. The excitement of getting a dog thrilled me. My dad found someone selling puppies on craigslist about 30 minutes from where we lived at the time. The type of dog we were looking for was a golden retriever because we thought they were adorable and read that they were excellent as a family dog. We hopped on board the car and headed to the place to buy ourselves a puppy.

I found out that there was a fishing tournament the week before and the dock where they weighed all of the fish caught. These docks are great because they let all of the fish from the tournament go at one spot and a lot of them just stay under the docks for a while. I asked my parents to drop me off here and they went to do something else. I fished for four hours with only one small bite to show for it. I knew that there had to be some here so I kept going. Finally after about four and a half hours I caught my first Missouri fish and it was a nice one. I was so happy that all of my hard work had finally paid off. I took some pictures and let him go safely under the same dock he came out of. I fished for a little longer but I figured that the trip might come down to that one fish and then I was fine with that because it was worth it. My family picked me up and went back to the rental house for the night. I set my poles and tackle bag in the garage and went inside.

My life before everything was pretty normal, before in a way I was forced to mature at a young age and face that the world does have its problems.i lived in a pretty big house, or at least it was big when I was 7. Me and my two sisters always played and had fun. I played soccer, did cub Scouts and raced soap box derby cars. One of my favorite games to play with my sisters were either rolling an egg or a soda down the driveway, we would then drink it, The soda not the egg. We went to a gifted and talented school and had a bunch of friends. My life was good. But my parents fought

For most of my life I had not put much effort into my looks or health. I prided myself with my intelligence but was unhappy with how my body looked. I thought it was silly to be so concerned with my mental strength but not my physical. Until my sophomore year I was overweight and did not have much of a social life.

One thing I've quickly examined from life is that everyone shares at least one experience from life. We share experiences all the time even when we don't know one another.

My college routine goes like this: Wake up, study, go to the gym, shower, go to classes, go to the library, practice the violin, go to meetings and activities, studying, and then back to my dorm for a restful sleep. I like to say that I can achieve my goals as a dual-degree student pursuing Music and Pharmaceutical Studies towards a PharmD. because I love the consistency in my routine. As a dual-degree student, I have 8-10 courses a semester that I need to take. Being organized and managing my time wisely motivates and allows me to do everything that the University of Connecticut offers for me.

As time went by, it seemed to fly faster and faster. Soon, it was the summer between my sophomore and junior years and I had an abundance of plans for how to spend my summer. One event stood out compared to all of the others. It would greatly influence my life and shape my my thoughts to the way they are today. Reminiscing on the events of my past, my journey to the glamorous mountains of Philmont Scout Ranch in New Mexico to hike for a week is indisputably the greatest memory of my life so far.

After putting up with that I went fishing with my Dad and for the first 3 days we didn’t catch one thing but we never lost hope so we kept giving another shot and my Dad caught a 10 lb. Largemouth Bass which was the first time I’ve ever seen a Largemouth

Throughout my life, I’ve had the opportunity to call several places my home. Coming from a military family, moving is not an uncommon occurrence, though I have been fortunate enough to only have lived in three states, Virginia, Arizona, and Texas. Each different place has had a unique effect on who I have become today and my goals.

Early morning glaze slips through the drapes, reflecting off the crystal collection that's rooted on my windowsill. The specular reflection of light urges me to open my eyes, drawn to the washed out rainbows projecting onto the pristine white walls. I sit up. With feet lightly resting on the carpeted floor I begin to feel energy rolling through my veins, waking up my toes, my calves, into my stomach, up through my chest, reaching the span of my arms and deep into my mind. Taking in the first breath of day through a long winded stretch, I begin making my way towards the other side of the room. I stare blankly into what seems like the ocean, deep and belonging to more than one place. The mirror is telling me that my eyes are like bark, dark, earthy and brown. My hair curls like the spiraling spine of the native koru and my winter woolies melt into the lovable curves that are my body. Aging gracefully, some would say, but that isn’t what I would say. I would say I am a misplaced key, one that is desperately desirable yet so easily discarded.

My life started like many American boy lives, easy childhood, fun adventures, and an affinity for cars. This charmed life was soon brought to a halt by the introduction to school. Previously the only social interactions were 30 minutes in the park or other gathering where my parents crossed paths with another couple with a child of similar age. This short meet and greet lead to some very weird situations, one that was most memorable encounters were with this 4-year-old, very thin girl at a library. At this particular library, there was a play structure where the parents could drop their kids so they could browse in peace. Having been dropped off, I was promptly greeted by a girl who said with a straight face, “I have a small ass which is good” which threw me off. Being 3 at the time made the situation even weirder. The other problem was at Three I was looking for the truths of the world so I accepted that a small ass was a good thing along with the other very suggestive things she said at 4-year-old. These truths stayed with me for a minimum of 3 years which includes my first year of school.

n I was 9 years old. I lived with my younger brothers james and my mother mary. We lived in Norwich on a farm. It was a beautiful place with fresh air and lots of crops.I had lived there my whole life until we had to move. One Day I was sitting in the kitchen cleaning the harvested vegetables for lunch and dinner when my mother came in saying we had to move immediately. She said that a rich man bought our land and we could no longer live there or work there. After a day in packing the next day we moved to manchester. My mother had heard there was jobs there and even me and my brother could work for some extra money.

I opened the black hatch on the lid of the fish tank. Turning open the lid of the plastic container, I reached inside and took out a pinch of the musty-smelling fish food flakes. I sprinkled the flakes over the water in the fish tank and watched as the 5 fish swam up, gulping up the thin copper, crimson, and mahogany colored flakes. I watched until the fish swam away, finished with their meal. I then closed the hatch, put away and closed the jar of fish food, and walked out of my room. Feeding time was over. Just a couple days ago, I had been at Petsmart with my family.