My Favorite Day Essay

It was a beautiful summer day.The sweet smell of sunflowers blooming through our backyard was similar to the smell of honey. There were so many different types of birds and insects flying around me that I never even knew existed. With water balloons flying around my sister and I, we heard a holler from my mom, “Let’s go, we need to go to Costco!” at the sound of my mom’s voice mentioning Costco my sister and I dropped our water balloons, cleaned the mess as fast as we could. We ran inside, as fast as a race car driver, gulping down the glass of milk my mom neatly placed on the table. With white mustaches we stood next my mom’s silver toyota camry, ready to go. As my mom finished the last of the dishes, we strapped on our seat belts over the booster seat and went to our favorite store.

There were waves of adrenaline pumping through my body. A million heart beats per second. I was beyond curious to see what lie behind those huge sliding doors. So many cultures and places I was ready to explore. I could not wait to see a whole new way of life. Once I stepped out of the airport, I could feel the warm and humid air against my skin. Thoughts rushed through my brain all at once. I was so excited to see part of the world that I have never seen before. My family managed to find a taxi that could fit us, and all the baggage that we came with. The leather seats of the car were cold, a relief from the hot weather. I sat in the car, glancing out of the window the entire way to our hotel. The hotel was tall and had a cubic shape. A turquoise green color with large, white beams running across it. When I stepped out of the taxi, there were people at the entrance to greet us. My father checked into the hotel, and then we traveled out near the pool and lounging area. Their was a crystal clear pool. As well as a gargantuan, abstract structure. It was white and resembled a giant goldfish. We looked out and could see the ocean. There were people parasailing and jet skiing. I immediately remembered the time I was in Mexico, all the people out on the water. The sunset reflected perfectly on the ocean. Distinctly remembering the fresh water scent ventilating around in the air. I got a similar rush being in both places, excitement and overwhelm took over my body completely. I felt two emotions at the same time, all tangled up in me. The view of this place was utterly breathtaking. The sun was beaming, and people below us were bustling. I could smell the ocean from the hotel, it was a comforting smell. As if I were on the beach or on a boat sailing away. The feeling that I got, when I stood above the new world below me, is something that is hard to forget.

Today was the day. My family and I have been waiting for what feels like a lifetime, but was only nearly eight short months. It was early in the morning, the sun had just come up. The house has just awoken, everybody still in their rooms trying to figure out the game plan for a sunny Sunday morning in the middle of June. Then, we got the phone call. It was an emergency and we were all told to meet at the hospital in twenty minutes.

I woke up to the sounds of pans banging and bacon sizzling, and pancakes cooking. It was a gorgeous morning filled with joy and hope, these days are my favorite days. The sun is shining and the wind is blowing calmly. The birds are chirping their happy songs as the sound of kids having little discussions arose in the atmosphere. I was but the smell of bacon and pancakes over through me and got me off my twin size bed full of unorganized soft warming blankets. I walked down the winding stairs to find my little sister banging pans like she was in a band, my mom didn’t like it but i just laughed and smiled.

A small family of three, just my dad, my mom, and me, oh and Pedro. Can’t forget Pedro, he was my pet lab I got when I was three. Johnny, Jill, and Jordan, why we all have names that start with a J, I will never know. Mom worked at a bank, as a loan officer, and dad owned a golf course that had been built by my grandfather many years ago. So as I’m sure you can imagine my childhood was filled with trying to become the next Tiger Woods. Throughout the day my dad was so busy giving golf lessons, the course was free reign. I spent my time making the best hideouts, fishing for golf balls in the creek, and doing anything to make 3pm come as fast as possible. Dad and I would drive the golf cart home around 3pm every day, and he would take a nap. I wasn’t sleepy, all I wanted was someone to play with. So I would entertain my time watching Drake and Josh until I heard the alarm at 4:30. That meant it was time for dad to get up, and head back over to the course to check on things. This time I would stay at home, and entertain myself by eating the candy in our candy jar, because mom or dad would never know. Tuesday was my favorite day. Around 4:45 I would see a old grey Buick pull in the drive way. YES! Miss Tammy was here to clean. I would always clean my room the night before, so we could spend time playing together. She would let me help her clean the bathtubs, and I would sweep, while she vacuumed. It was nice to have someone to play with, especially after playing alone all day. I

“April 1st, 2006” I nervously said to myself, “This is a day I will remember forever.” It was 4:30 A.M. when I got out of bed. I got dressed then went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, put in my contacts and applied some mascara (I can’t remember a day I haven’t put on mascara). I walked downstairs and into the kitchen where I was going to make a very special cup of coffee. I had purchased a small amount of very decadent, full bodied, Italian coffee thinking when the day arrives, I have earned it in a special kind of way. Today will be the best day ever! As I stand in the kitchen and look at the door to the garage I noticed all the bags. I know I must triple check all of them. “Okay, one more

October 27, 2008 was the start of the best day of her life as she would soon find out. Her younger sister, Shawneequa, was only fourteen months old and her younger brother, Vern, was three years old. Then, of course, there was Marion; she was only five years old. T’was the night when her mother and father were consuming lots of alcohol with friends, who, even she did not recognize and she knew her parents had loads of friends.

I’m here to tell you about the time when I had a huge life changing event happen to me. It was probably the worst day of my life. I will always remember the day everything changed. The day I will never forget, March 27, 2017.

It was a cloudy morning, darkened gray smudges of wool surrounded the sky, the rain was showering the school, and the air had soothing coldness of the breeze.

I had been eagerly been anticipating this day ever since . The sun was beaming. A nice breeze was flowing. It was a good summer day. There was something different though. The second I came home from the bus, I flopped onto my bed and my eyelids instantly slid. It felt as if I had just rolled up a ball of all my stress and kicked it aside. I had just finished a laborious grade 8 and an exceedingly stressful last week of final exams. I couldn’t help but succumb to after countless days of sleeping late due to studying and homework. Unfortunately, I woke up to my parents calling me to dinner. Little did I know that this was my call to adventure.

“Son, we are moving to a different country” is a statement my father said on April 8th, 2012 which I hold dear to my heart till this very day not because it was my birthday but because it was a day that altered my life forever and made me who I am today.

Fridays and the weekend are the most favorite days of the week for everyone. The approaching weekend provided a breath of fresh air and a sigh of relief. Fridays for high schoolers are synonymous with no burden fun with individuals relaxing at home, going out with friends, or showing their school spirit during the sports events that occur. For me personally, fridays are game days, with lots of clicking, tapping, and yelling, full of video games galore. A constant Skype call running through my group of friends creating a state of bliss during which all my school responsibilities are forgotten. But, I don't have a specific day I would call my favorite only a specific time. It's the time around 7 pm every day during which my whole family comes together to our dining room to share dinner together.

I am a full time State of Arizona At-Will employee and work for the Department of Child Safety as a DCS Investigator. I have been with DCS for over a year and a half and I am at their top pay level for a non-supervisor. I believe that I am being harassed by my current supervisor and her intention is to have me terminated or to force me to resign. She is about to get her wish as I am planning to resign due to the harassment.

It had been a fairly, nice day. Work wasn’t to bad. My boss wasn’t on my tail for not getting him a paper on time. It was supper time when I got home. The food was already set out and the kids at the table when I walked in the door. Jane, 9 years old, had a book in her hand like normal. Billy, 4 years old, sat there picking at his scab. My husband came in with the last plate. Jason had been out of a job for 9 months now, so he was the stay at home mom for a little while. I set my bag down on our wooden table right beside the door. I walked over to the table said hi down and went to finish helping my husband. When we were finished, I sat down to look all of my wonderful family in the eye and see that today was a good day.

When I was 11, I was at my house and I was eating dinner in my kitchen, my kitchen had smooth walls, with honestly spectacular, smooth flooring. I had spaghetti that night, it was about 7 pm sharp. And I was really enjoying my super duper, magnificent meal. My sister, Amara asked, “How was your day John?” I said, “My day was good, how bout yours?” She said, “It was good.” And she was literally dancing, making a video on social media. Amara was a girl with the same skin tone or color as me, long brown hair, and she looked just like me, what a coincidence. She was dancing pretty good, better than me. Anyways, my brother James was watching Cartoon Network and eating some nachos. Those really spicy nachos you get from Walmart. Walmart is a