Original Writing : My Head Forever Essay

It was summer of 2010. My parents were still married and we went up to Wichita Falls, Wichita to go see my brother Chris who was in the Military on base working. We stayed there for a week. I still remember the car ride up there. We rented a van, we had tvs in the rented van, my sister Rylee, my other brother Garrett (he was in the military too), my mom Traci, and my dad Doug, and my brothers military bag it was like a person. I still remember I had to sit in the back with that bad it was so big. Garrett put the seatbelt around the bag like it was a person. The car trip was so long but it was all worth it in the end. It was in the middle of the week and we were out on the beach. My brother Chris and his pregnant wife Ashley had a boat the water

Ever since I was in elementary school, I have had a strong fascination with literature. Overtime, I had a plethora of books lining my bookcases and barely had room for any more. Reading was a necessity to me and it still is to me today. I eat, sleep, and breath literature because I feel like it’s essential to my academic career. Literature does many wonderful things like, teach me about life lessons, transport me to a new world that I have only dreamed about going to, and discover new vocabulary.

It was December 30th 2017, my 13th birthday, I just needed this day to go the way I wanted. Last year my 12th birthday, was probably the scariest day of my life. It all started on our way back home from my Grandma Suzie's Christmas in St. Louis, just about a three hour drive from our little town Glenwood, Iowa. We were driving right behind my Uncle Jake’s truck with his three kids and wife. It had snowed about 4 inches the night before so the roads were slick and chunks of snow and ice were scattered throughout the whole road. As I sat in the back seat and I looked up from my phone and ahead of the car to see Jake’s truck swerving and drives straight off the road and flips to its side. My heartbeat stopped. My dad pulled off to the side of the road and jumps straight out and ran to the car with my mom. The car was laying on the driver’s side of the car up against a hill, right on Uncle Jake. My Aunt Jamie had gotten out no problem through the window and was struggling harder than ever to get her kids out, that’s when my mom hopped right in to help her. I stayed in the car to call 911. My dad went straight to his brother's side of the car and made an effort to pull him out using every muscle in his body. It was 18° outside and he still had sweat going down the side of his

October 23rd, 2002, a very dreadful day for my family… my day of birth. Maybe it was wonderful, but I’ll never know the truth. My dad will not actually tell me what he was thinking in that moment, and I will never hear my mom talk about that day, or any day, or actually anything ever again. I’ll get to the death of my mom later. As I came home from the hospital I have no memory of that, but my earliest memory is around the age of six. Six years old, and sitting on a bar stool. I’d sit, sip a Sprite, munch on some crackers while my dad got shit faced drunk. I remember the small room. Smells of smoke and alcohol fill my nostrils. I sat on a bar stool so long that my butt print was engraved in it, kind of like the fat guy that I used to talk to. He was up

It was towards the end of summer August 2014 and it was my last week in Toronto before my family and I move to Vancouver.We had to move because my Uncle had offered my dad a position with his company, that’s a better pay than his past job. Of Course, my parents liked the idea of that because I was going to have a better lifestyle and more opportunities in Vancouver which I thought was so stupid. I had to deliver this devastating news to my friends, that I was leaving to start a new life in a different city.

Not even close. It was the weekend. I was lucky enough to get to spend the weekend at my best friend’s house. She was a little more street smart than I was at that age, or at least she gave the impression that she had been around a while. Her parents were much more lenient than mine, and I really enjoyed her company. She and I concocted a plan for later that evening. As soon as her parents went to bed, we unlocked the back door and went back into her room. After we were pretty sure her parents were asleep, we climbed out her bedroom window to begin an adventure known as growing up. Freedom at last, at least for a few hours. We lived in a small town outside of Chicago, which had not yet been touched by crime. We weren’t afraid to walk the streets at night, how naïve. I remember the blue Ford Galaxy that pulled up to the curb, windows rolled down. Did we want to go for a ride? Well, of course we did. That was the reason we crawled out that bedroom window in the first place. Two guys in a nice ride, why not? We were ready to be teenagers and do the things teenagers do. I wasn’t really sure what that was, yet, but I was ready to learn. My friend Vicky jumped in the front seat, and I jumped in the backseat with the best looking guy I’d ever seen. It was love at first sight. We never did give them our real names. Chances are they didn’t give us their real names either. It was scary and exciting to be

Early morning towards the end of June last year, it was family rodeo back home where my mom grew up at. We had always gone back to that town and that rodeo since i was a yee young lad, around 5 or 6. We used to go see my grandma, but she died when i was 10. Anyways, it was my mother, my brothers, sister and her family, me and my girlfriend. Well, the car we were suppose to drive 5 hours north with was very cramped for all of us, so i asked my girlfriend if we could borrow her new car she just bought the day before. She “talked” to her mom and her mom said “yes,” so her and I drove in that car while my brother and mom and their friend drove the other.

On August 18, 2002, a beautiful baby was born named Blaine. I was born in Chicago but soon moved to Longmont, Colorado. I have a brother that it 3 years older than me and he always picks on me and fights with me but as we’ve been getting older we have stop fighting and arguing as much. when i was about 9-10 years old, my family and I went to Cabo San Lucas and it was amazing. We stayed at this big hotel right next to the beach and it was sunny and hot all the time there. The sand was sometimes to hot to stand on. We also swam in pools around the hotel area and this was where my brother and I met these 2 old guys that showed us a game called backgammon. It was really fun so my brother and I played all the time and even when we got back we got

After a long December night, I was in my room the next morning getting ready for school. My parents had already left for work and left my brother and I at home. My brother was taking his time in the shower while I was brushing my hair in the upstairs bathroom patiently waiting for him to finish. After I was done with my hair, I went downstairs and knocked on the bathroom door and said,

It was in the late November and I was heading over to my friends house around 6 PM to go to a sleepover at my best friend Anthony's house. My dad said “don't sneak out tonight or anything like that.” So I nodded my head yes because he was my dad. When I got out my other friends Drew, Griffin, Bryan all said hi to me than we continued to go into the house to play some video games and we always have call of duty tournaments to see who is the best one. Than I won the call of duty tournament than we went to the movies around 7 than I remember it was a cheesy scary movie that wasn't that good but we messed around in it like ignorant the ignorant kids we were. So we got home around 9. Than we just played a couple of games of hide and seek in the pitch black house and all scared each other so bad. At one point in the game my friend griffin jumped out of the closest with a clown mask and i just about had a heart attack.

My desire to interact with people, understand their experiences, and express my views and ideas through writing, stems from childhood exposure to a wide variety of literature and cultures.

It happened exactly 20 days after my 11th birthday, the night after a sleepover at my friend’s house. Then next day, after about 30 minutes of sleep, I decided we would go for a swim. Keep in mind the pool was about 58®F. I’m not a morning person so making assumptions, at around 7 o’clock in the morning, I wasn’t a happy camper. Pulling on my super cute, yellow hippo-covered, one piece, I was feeling my normal morning grogginess. Walking lackadaisically through her house, I passed her dads room to see that he was still asleep.

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The next week went by fast. Right before our party we went back to the grave to visit our family and drop off the flowers. I could barely hold back the tears sitting there an hour before our 18th birthday. I didn’t want to cry because I didn’t want to ruin my makeup. My brother on the other hand, had tears running down his face. After saying goodbye we walked back to the car and drove to our

When I was eleven I moved into a new house because my last house had a stalker problem and my parents decided they didn't want to bring my siblings and I up in that type of enviorment. We lived in a rather "woodsy" area, not many people around and far away from the town. My mother, worked usually from 9-8 on week days and my father the same. The week that will haunt me forever. my parents decided to take a trip up to vist some friends and family for the weekend leaving my older brother, Devan 17 and my younger sister Juliet 8 alone. As it being in a small town, word spread that they were going all the way up to toronto, a place not many people around have ventured' out to. As the work week came towrds a end, I noticed a man walking near our property.