Original Writing : The Glen

In the novel Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck, the predatory nature of human existence is a prevalent thematic topic. Throughout the novel, Steinbeck uses various encounters between the characters Lennie, Crooks, and Curley’s wife to express the predatory nature of human existence. Crooks and Curley’s wife

Topic A: What was the environment in which you were raised? Describe your family, home, neighborhood, or community, and explain how it shaped you as a person. On the surface, the environment in which I was raised was normal- me and my brother growing up in a middle

Chicken Soup Rough Draft Kids on my block always loved to play outside. Growing up we always knew each other. We cherished the times we would spend with each other. Whether it being on the Scorching hot days of Summer, the chilly days of Fall, Or the rainy days of

When I was only four years old, my life changed forever. It was the year I moved to North Carolina. My dad’s friend got him a job opportunity that he simply couldn’t give up. So, he quit his job and found a nice rental house to live in. I had moved before but I don’t remember. I moved from Indiana to North Carolina with my brother my cat and my parents. When I moved to North Carolina, I was aware of what was happening, but I never realized how different everything would be. The house we moved into we only lived in for a year, but it was a pretty hectic year.

In my neighborhood there is not many kids there to play with that I know and there is only five and they are Austin, Julius, Cole, Mason, and Tyler including me. it was so fun it was like i was on a cruize when i played with them like during the winter we had a violent snowball fight it was like as violent as world war 2. And we also played football and we did not want it to be violent so we just played two and tap. Kickball was fun until i kicked it into the thorn bush and it popped, and went sledding too and i crashed because when we raced i hit the metal fence and flipped off my sled like i just got in a car crash.

Childhood Mr. D. H. has a fascinating memory about his childhood, although he doesn’t remember his time as a toddler. One of the very first statements he made to me about his childhood was, “When I grew up, life as a child was a whole lot different than it is now” (D.H., personal communication, September 26, 2016). He was born in Troy, Ohio but the majority of his family stayed in Cleveland, including his grandmother, his aunt and uncle. Mr. H. began to reminiscence about a trip my uncle had taken him on, a couple years ago, “My son took me back to Troy and we found the house I use to live in. It looked so big when I was a kid, running down the big hills and the yard and stuff, but when I went there wasn’t no big hill

Soon enough preschool was over and here came our elementary school days. Everyone met many people in kindergarten. Many will be my friends throughout high school and beyond. Kindergarten was filled with arts and crafts, my portfolio, 2008 handprints, and stamped tee shirts. Suddenly kindergarten graduation was here, everyone was paired up and danced with a partner. First grade flew by and then came second grade with Ms. Foisy and Ms. Okabioshi. Ms. Okabioshi was one of the best teacher assistance we have ever had. Third and fourth grade with Mrs. Schuler and Ms. Ittes. These years were filled with warm fuzzies, a lot of reading and writing, and a lot of fun playing on the playground. The class watched Shilo and everyone hated the evil father. After that came fifth grade with Mr. Sifferman, also known as Millie’s cousin, he gave the hardest tests we have ever taken, but the most fun and memorable times we have had. After that year many people changed schools, I moved to California.

This house was the best as a child it had a long drive way and big field of green grass and cows. I grew a big connection to my childhood house like roots to a tree. It was a little down the road from Mt.Peak and I would always going hiking because it was enjoying for me to be with nature. I remember elementary school and seeing the same faces in some of my classes tell this day. I met my best friend in kindergarten and I’m still really good friends. Growing up in a small town there was always the same faces and same people working at the local grocery store, it takes around a minute to walk through town, most of the time you can take a bike to your friend’s house, walking to school wasn’t that hard because it’s not far and of course the same old smell of

Interviewer: How was it, growing up in such a big family? AB: It was hard, but very fun. There was always something going on, and I played three sports at the time: baseball, football, and ice hockey. I also have a love of cars, which flourished in my environment. My parents owned old and beat-up cars, and no one else in my family even took an interest in them.

It was on a frigid, dark autumn night that I entered this wonderful world. November 13, 2000, the date, almost November 14th. My siblings had no idea that my name would be Clayton Wayne Griep, and that minutes before midnight on that night I was their brand new brother. A few days later I would leave that hospital in Zeeland, Michigan and be welcomed to my new house, at 4096 Marion St. in Hudsonville, Michigan. Two of my siblings were more than excited to see me, but one didn’t have any idea what was going on. Cam, who was not even a year old, unbeknownst to him, had a new roommate. Jordan, who was in the 2nd grade at the time, was eager to meet me, his eyes constantly locked on me. Jalen, using her newly found vocabulary, probably babbling

I moved into a quiet neighborhood in Orlando, Florida on January 24, 2008. I was a college student working part time at a local Target. I kept to myself and tried to make a little money and have good grades. I didn’t really know anyone, and no one really knew

Me and my younger brother, who looks just like me and everybody in the world say we must be twins. Even though he’s three years younger. We never really hung with the kids our age, we were much more mature for our ages. We hung out with the ones who tend to always wake up on the wrong side of the bed. And accidently run into trouble. Many people say watch the crowd you hang around because you will soon become them. But not in our case, we found a way to hang out all wee late hours of the night, without getting caught up in the dilemma. The playground was not safe at all, and old wooden structure that squeaked every time you walked, or made even sudden mood. We had a very gruesome, intense, and love hate relationship with our neighborhood friends. We would fight until we were dripping blood, black eyes, and even a hospital visit or two. And even after all the World War II battles we had we would always make up as if it never happened, and maybe that’s why we are still friends and closer than ever. Maybe all of the times we knocked each other upside the noggins. We realized nobody else would deal with our nonsense better than we would for each

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside

Growing up in a small, close-knit town was a great experience. I was lucky enough to live on a block with many other kids, so there was always something going on. We would often gather in the cul-de-sac across the street for a game of soccer during the day or manhunt at night. In the winter, we would head down to the duck pond and spend our afternoons sledding down the hills or ice skating on the frozen pond. Hot summer days were spent splashing around the community pool. A select few would brave the high dive while the others looked up in amazement from below. Then we would hear a lifeguard announce, "Adult swim!" over the loud speaker which was our cue to hop out of the pool and head over to the snack bar. The thin crust pizzas were

An important place. Chris English 123 August 20, 2013 2 As a child the most important place to me was the block in my neighborhood I grew up on. It was a particularly long and very wide street with several pairs of incredibly tall palm trees spread throughout both sidewalks. There was no shortage of playmates; almost every other home on the block had children around my age I could play with. There was also an older generation of teenagers that hung around together. I also had other family members living down the street from my house on the same block. As the children played daily so did the adults. The men of the block all met daily after work rotating from one home to another. They could be seen sitting around every