My Story About My Father 's Front Yard

My story was told to me by my Grandfather when I was young as a way not to go into the woods alone it's a smart way to scare a young child into doing what you want. The story was about my Grandfather's last hunting trip in the woods. The year

As I watched my brother climbing up the 6 foot tall fence, which separated our property from the neighbor’s, so smoothly, I felt an uncommon craving for doing the same. What is more, I immediately decided to do so or at least to try it. The next day, when my friend Jelena came over to my house, I shared my intention with her. She was doubtful and started asking what would happen if I fall and saying that my parents probably would not have let me do that, but I won her over

Although single parenthood is on the rise in homes today, children still often have a father role in their life. It does not matter who the part is filled by: a father, uncle, older brother, grandfather, etc...; in almost all cases, those relationships between the father (figure) and child have lasting impacts on the youth the rest of their lives. In “I Wanted to Share My Father’s World,” Jimmy Carter tells the audience no matter the situation with a father, hold onto every moment.

I hope you are as excited as I am about taking this last class of the program. I am enrolled as Robert France but friends and family have always called me “Jeff” (from my middle name). I live in Columbus, Ohio and have been an RN for 27 years. I finally decided to go back to school a couple of years ago to earn my BSN so that I could better serve my patients. I currently do not have plans to study for an advanced degree, but since I work at the OSU Medical Center, that may be an option in the future.

One summer morning, my Uncle Dudley was in his sugar works clearing rather large trees with a chainsaw when he cut one in just a way that it fell on him by accident. He was pinned beneath the tree for a few hours with his leg snapped apart. Earlier that morning as he headed up the mountain, Dud left his phone in his truck along with the firefighting radio he almost always has for the volunteer fire department. That day my uncle thought he was going to die. Before too much time went by, he decided that he wasn’t going to allow himself to be left like that, and instead allowed the adrenaline to take its toll. Somehow, he found a way to wriggle himself out from underneath the tree, and drag his very broken body down the mountain to his truck so

I can remember as a little kid growing up in New York City what the highlight of my year was every year; it was getting to go down south for the summer. My grand parents had this huge oak tree in their front yard that I love to climb up. My grandmother used to always say to me “Stop doing that tree, one day you’re going to fall and break your arm.” Well, she was right. I fell out and broke my arm. She and my grandfather took me to the hospital, the doctor put a brace on my arm, grandpa

When I moved to Boston 13 years ago, I knew I had arrived somewhere special. I immediately loved the brick sidewalks and cobblestone streets in Beacon Hill. I was impressed with the massive scale of the homes in Back Bay and I enjoyed walking through the perfectly manicured Public Garden. With only superficial knowledge of Boston’s rich history and culture, I quickly became captivated by my new environment. I was fascinated by the “lavenders”, which are purple tinted glass windows in the old brownstones of Beacon Hill. initially, these windows weren’t a stylistic choice, but a mistake made by the glass manufacturer in the mid-1800s. I thought it amazing that a piece of glass could survive all these years and appreciated that it was unique

Venezuela is just another chapter in my on going book. I was born in Tamaulipas, Mexico my home country and got moved 3 months later to New Orleans. It was uncommon for a mexican family to move so constantly all over the world, we are known to migrate to US or not migrate at all. I don’t remember New Orleans so I regarded to my next move, Colombia as my home. Colombia was everything a 4 year old wanted, friends, close to family, wonderful house and most importantly the school was accepting to others. I felt as if I belonged, I even sang the national anthem with pride, because it was my country. I knew Colombia inside out, I knew the language, culture, food, education which gave me comfort because for a long time I felt ordinary like any

Excited to get out after being snowbound, I rode along with Guy to Glasgow while he ran some errands. He left me at Wal-Mart to do grocery shopping and was going to call with his location.

Meanwhile, Nick, Russ, Ron, and I was walking through a towering jungle which was our backyard. Suddenly the sprinklers turned on and the water from the sprinklers was crashing down on us, it felt like bombs coming and fly at us. When the sprinklers hit the ground we bounced up super high. We all tried to escape the water hit me and I pushed into a slimy pool of mud. I was drowning in the mud I was sucked in slowly in this gross pool of mud, the Russ tried to save me and he succeeded .

Reporter stated the following: The same thing is going on. Somebody down the road told me thst she is staying at her house and with her dad with my daugther. The mom has no running water. She has not had running water for 2 or 3 months. She went to my stepmom’s house to take a shower. She probably does not have running water on. the house has mold. The roof in the house leaks bad. She still smokes marijuanna around my child. The last time she smoked marijuanna around my child was before she went to jail. She went to jail on March 5th. I was told that the mom had done crystak meth and crack. I do not know if she is doing crystal meth ot crack noe but I reported it.

My journey all started in the car. It was the last day of school, sunny and just a good day. We were listening to the radio and jamming out to the famous song “Schools Out.” As the song started to die down we dropped off Olivia, my little sister at school. Now it was time to take on the last day of school. As we were driving to my school, the radio man came on. He said “Be caller number 9 and you could win 4 tickets now for a trip to the Amazon Rainforest!!” We usually never call and try because we know that we would most likely not get it but for some reason my mom decides to call as soon as I'm getting out of the car. I ask her, “Why are you signing up?” She replies with “You never know until you try right?”

I remember the event like it was yesterday; my heart was beating and I could hear and feel it, I had determination on my face and in my mind and it felt good. My determination was to beat my younger brother to the top of the tree in our side yard. I almost never climb the trees in our yard for the fear of falling out; which has happened before when we went apple picking which did not end well on my part of climbing in those apple trees. But we were getting ready that nice sunny morning in the summer. I remember the nice sunshine and heat on my face and the cool winds coming from the East and it was just exhilarating. I told my brother Michael “I bet you five bucks you can’t beat me to the top of that tree!” pointing at one in the yard. I knew he would do it because he would want the money and he always wanted to one up me.

In the back of my high school, there was a dirt plot, fenced in, covered in weeds, and it was going to concreted over. I walked past the dirt plot and wondered “Why doesn’t anyone do something with it?” I thought about it on the way home from school and I talked to my friends about it. I told them that I wanted to do something with space, we came up with many things to do with the space before but then I realized that we could use the space for a garden. I remembered that I love gardening, when I was young my mom and I would always garden together, we would have the best time harvesting our plants and we bonded so much over our garden.

As the line’s length continued to decrease, I continued to hug my mom. We were on our way to see my Dad in California,and by we I mean only my brother and I. Yep,that’s right,me and my brother were flying across the country BY OURSELVES to see our dad in California. Not only that, it was a 12 hour flight with two stops.