Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if you bought it? I did and have. My life was bought off of E-bay for $15.97 plus shipping and handling. It came in the mail three days after I ordered it, but take my advice, E-bay lives are boring! You won’t ever have anything to do. If you really want to try it, come find me and sample mine. You’ll see just how boring an E-bay life can get.
It was a chilly, windy November evening. The windows rattled with the movement of the wind. On this day, a fat baby girl was born. She weighed 10 pounds and 4 ounces with a height of 22 inches. It was November 18, 2003, the same birthday as Mickey Mouse. The time was 5:36 and her dad got off work at 5 o’clock. He got home, showered, and drove to Spencer. He arrived at 5:34 p.m. and almost missed it. The birth of his first daughter, she was welcomed into the world by her older brother Anthony, mom, and dad. This baby girl was me, and I’m going to tell you all about my life story.
I was six months old, my very first camping experience. My dad was sitting next to me on the couch, my mom on the chair, and my grandma in a chair next to her. My mom and grandma were talking, while my dad was supposed to be watching me and was actually watching T.V. I guess I wanted to be a gymnast because I was practicing tumbling. I was messing around and rolled right off the couch on to my head. My grandma and mom both trying to reach over the other side of the couch and catch me,
A true villain is someone who is set on hurting others for personal gain. In William Shakespeare’s The Tragedy of Macbeth, the vicious Macbeth and his unpleasant wife are both truly evil, but only one of them is the true villain this tragedy. Even though the devious Lady Macbeth is not completely innocent, she still falls short when it comes to being a truly vicious villain. Macbeth’s transformation from war veteran to mass murderer really proves that Macbeth is the true villain of Shakespeare’s tragic portrayal of real life events.
Before I was born, my parents went to Bryce Canyon on a vacation. They decided that they really liked the name Bryce. And so, on September 3rd, 2002, Ryan and I were born in the Sparrow Hospital in Lansing, Michigan. My parents had only wanted three kids, but they ended up with five. First, they had one kid, my sister Sierra, who is now 17 years old, and almost 18. Then my parents wanted another kid, and ended up with twins, my brother Nate and my other sister Autumn. My mom and dad decided that they could handle one more kid, but they got another set of twins, my brother Ryan and me. And so, Sierra, Autumn, Nate, Ryan, and I made up the 5 chaotic kids in the Brown family. My parents named me after Bryce
I was born on August 22, 1999 in Fort Bragg, North Carolina around midnight. So, the second I seen the outside world; still the hospital room I saw my Grandma, Pappy, Maw-Maw, and papa, and my mom was crying. However, the person missing from the room was my father. My coach was more of a father than anyone in my life.
I was shocked. I had never experienced something this horrific. I began to think that our life as a family would be over, due to the stress, heartbreak, and sadness our family would go through in the years to come. I went online and searched spinal defect and regretfully clicked on the images, I began to ball in the waiting room. I ran straight passed my dad and went to the restroom. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror for a while. I than began to think about how my mom would feel in this situation if I was crying she must have wanted to die. I jolted out the restroom and asked my dad what room my mom was in. He told me and I began to run towards the room, many of the nurses told me to stop running, but I ignored all of them. While
I was twelve years old enjoying my summer after fifth grade. My two cousins, Blake and Lacy, my aunt 's boyfriend, Chris, and his daughter, Emily, and I hopped in Chris 's old ford truck. All of us kids had been bulldozing down trees in the forest behind the house all day and decided that we wanted to build a tree house. We were headed to town to buy supplies for the tree house. As we were all getting in the truck there was no room in the front for all of us, so Blake and I jumped in the back bed of the truck, not knowing this would be a choice that would change our lives, and would be remembered forever.
In 1995, I was asked to relocate to a different city. I had lived in Cincinnati and the surrounding area all of my life. My entire biological family was there (well, except the ones in south central Kentucky, but that’s another story). All my friends were there. I was well-rooted into my church (my real family). Everything. All that I knew in life was in Cincinnati. All my ex’s lived in, not Texas, but Cincinnati. We accepted the call and in the last days there, I sat in shock of what I was about to do. Uncertainty was overwhelming One day as I sat quietly, I heard a still, small say, “Pam, I have taken care of you in Cincinnati, you know I will take care of you in this new city.” I was instantly in peace.
One day me and my sister were playing on our bunk bed I was 5 and she was 6 at the time. We both had a scarf we were trying to hang from the top bed. Suddenly boom my head smashed on the metal part! I called my mom to come over to our room.
Helen Keller overcame different difficult obstacles of deafness and blindness to become an influential lecturer and social activist. She has become, in American culture, an icon of perseverance, respected and honored by readers, historians, and activists.
Flora pushed the top of the case open and hopped down to the floor. She was the new instrument in the room and was eager to see what child would be learning to play her. Looking at the clock above the door, she saw that it was time for band class to begin. Knowing she couldn’t be out of her case when they showed up, she quickly jumped back into the case and closed the lid without latching it. She shouldn’t have gotten out in the first place, but she was way too eager to be cooped up in the tiny thing.
People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.
Michael Levy sat at the table, waiting for the detectives to ask their first question. He was nervous, rapidly bouncing his leg and spoke with a tremble in his voice when offered a bottled water.
I caught a whiff of cinnamon and vanilla as I stepped into the guest bedroom and dropped Caleb's bag on the bed. Terracotta walls, Italian tile floor, and blue curtains.
My love story is full of feelings of sweetness, bitterness, sourness, and saltiness, but, in my mind, memories of the day that my husband left me alone in Viet Nam still engraved in my mind. The fear of losing someone I have treasured created a storm in my chest. Struggling with many obstacles, choosing in many options, preparing for a new future lead my life to my situation at this time. I also made a storm in my husband’s chest too.
The date was October 8, 2014, 2 days after my birthday. One of the realest quotes I heard was “Don’t trust a soul” and i should have listened. It started out as any other day, mom was mad me for one reason or another, dad was sitting on the couch like always playing the “Call of Duty”. I was a Saturday so of course I tried to sleep in but my dad love playing his game with the sound on high it really out under my skin. Think about it you 're sleeping in your bed and all of a sudden you hear “POW! POW! POW!” you’re going to get pretty irritated but i was use to it. Anyways my dad had no job and if you saw him he was either over his friends house, sleep, arguing with my mom or smoking stuff I shouldn 't say right now. My