My Favorite Experience In Life

As a child, I would often visit my grandmother in Vietnam. My grandmother lived in a poor southern Vietnamese community centralized around the Mekong River Delta. Every day I would walk up the river delta and go to the local fish market. It was here that I met Quang, one of my first friends in Vietnam. Quang was a son of a fisherman who lived in a small shack next to the fish market. We quickly became friends, and I would help him with his daily work that consisted of organizing fish on racks and

As a child, I was able to spend a lot of time with my mother in her classroom. Now, as I look back, these days were incredible. They could even be described as my favorite memories. I remember the night before going to her work, I could not sleep. I was overtly excited to see Mom’s first and second grade students, giddy with excitement about what activities she would have me help with. When we would step into her bright and colorful room, I would instinctively run to the whiteboard and replace it’s

inhibited my understanding of tone, and stress. When I saw Nana Sandy take the most of the stress, I would approach the adults and wait for my invitation to climb onto her armchair, into her lap; and it would always come. “Come here, Jovian,” she said with the softest smile on her face, arms held out. I would push myself off the ground, making it onto her lap, thanks to her support. Nana Sandy’s apartment was warm – not in temperature, but in feeling. Even when tension between the adults fell on my shoulders

do just about anything you wanted without getting yourself in trouble. My father, Rich worked out of town during the week to support our family. When the weekends came I knew that meant it was time us to spend time together and for me to learn his ways. Every morning was the same routine, he would get up and come into my room to tell me it was time. We would always have a bowl of cereal; honey nut cheerios were his favorite and of course it had become mine as well. After our breakfast, he would

I started playing volleyball in 6th grade. My friend Abagail had wanted me to play for our school, so she would have one friend on the team. From there I wasn’t sure if I wanted to play volleyball. I had never watched volleyball and never played it either. I didn’t really want to play but a new experience is always good; I was willing to try it out. I kept thinking that if I play volleyball I would make a lot new friends and it would be fun to make friends. The first day of practice was pretty

As I pranced around my 8-year-old wonderland full of moon-bounces, water slides, balloons, and all the other magical things around me, I fiercely sang along to whatever 80’s song was being blasted on the radio. No one, besides Prince himself, can hit the Purple Rain high-notes as passionately as I can. But as I hear my “Dada” walk into the room, I immediately quiet myself down. “Daffy-doo! How do you do!” my Dada yells to me, to which I answer with an eruption of giggles. He didn’t seem to mind

me since I was young. Sports have played an important part of my life since I was young taking a parent-and-me swim classes at the local YMCA. I was that kid who played almost every sport out there, from karate to soccer to basketball. Even after all that, it still took me still took me years to find my true passion as far as sports go. Both of my parents played volleyball growing up so it has always been in my life one way or another. My two brothers couldn't care less about it, rather spending their

Throughout my life my leisure activities have changed many times. From playing video games; to sports and hanging out with friends. Out of my many favorite leisure experiences my most favorite would be hanging out with friends. Being with other people and having fun is one of the best feelings to me because it takes off all the stress of my life difficulties. It is very important to reflect on one's past and present leisure experiences because they reminds of the best and most fun memorable moments

Small Town Life I am from a small town named Winner that has roughly 3,500 people in it. We don’t have a whole lot, but it is still a nice place to live. Moving to Aberdeen has been a challenge, but I am slowly getting the hang of things. Small towns have multiple perks that people from bigger areas do not get to experience, just like bigger towns have things that small towns do not get to experience. My favorite thing about living in Winner is having a sense of community. Because we live in a

most rewarding and most embarrassing experience in middle school. The most rewarding experience from my middle school years would be when I entered a writing contest to meet the author Patrick Carmen, who was coming to speak at my middle school. I ended up being one of the students who won the competition and got to have lunch with Patrick Carmen. I got to talk to him about his books, which I had read and he signed a book for me. The most embarrassing experience for me in middle school was most of