Personal Narrative: Going Outside And Playing At Open Door

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

Let me tell you, leaving a baby gate open when there is a toddler in the house is not a good idea. Somehow, someway, a toddler falling down stairs can turn out good in the long run. I know that makes like zero sense but, it will all come together.

The neighborhood surrounding of Doors Park is not a through street, but a cul-de-sac where cars park along the curve and wrap around to leave the grounds. As one walks towards the park, the landscape is well maintained and free of litter. A latched door and wooden fence enclose the playground area; and structurally, the height of the latch is not reachable for infants or toddlers. On a wooden post positioned to the entrance, a sign states the proper ages for the children and mandatory adult supervision. After inspecting the equipment, there were certain spots on the wooden houses that had chipped wood; and the paint around the sandbox was chipping. Nevertheless, the remaining equipment was sound structurally, with safe machineries, clean tires without any rips, well-painted seesaws and balance beams, a rock-climbing wall without any protruding nails, and sturdy chains to hold the swings and support the weight of

In summer of 1987 My mom called me over to her. She motioned for me to sit on her lap. At 11 years old it felt a little bit awkward but she never lacked for snuggling or telling me she loved me. As we sat there staring off at the crystal blue water of Lake Tahoe she asked me all the usual questions. Was I having fun, what was my favorite thing we did so far, what do you think about moving here? I looked over my shoulder to see here face. I was stunned, with my mouth wide open I replied “What?!” and got a mouthful of hair. As we both laughed, she continued “Well not here, but in the Reno area”. I was all for the new adventure. Ten years later as I drove under the Reno arch for the last time, all I could think was Reno was the worst biggest little city in the world to grow up in.

The reason i slammed doors this morning, and other times, is because the people in the good vibes car slam doors at night and run and hide trying to be scary with the

While I was living in Mexico with my mom; I would like to explore our backyard with my dog Jack. Our backyard looked like it was like a jungle / mountain. My house was on the top of one hill and the rest of the yard was below us so I would have to walk down this trail if I wanted to be down there. It was full of humongous trees covering the skies; we also had mango trees and coconut trees. I liked to walk all the way to the bottom with Jack because there was a little lake and when we would dig; we would dig up some see through shrimp.

There is only one way to introduce yourself to the community. As a new superintendent, I would become part of the community and I would support the community. This involves identifying the movers and shakers in the community, leaders of the local and county governments, business, church leaders, and community organizations. I enjoy meeting people and I enjoy meeting them face to face. Within my first week, I would go to these people, introduce myself, and I would listen.

I remember it like it was yesterday. August 25, 2014 was the day that hundreds of freshmen feared. I had spent hours looking at YouTube videos on how high school was like, so now it was time to see what all of the fuss was about. It was 6:45 and while entering those purple double doors, I was feeling mixed emotions. I was scared of what I was going to see, how I looked to other people, and tired because I stayed up til 2:00 thinking about this day. It was pretty much like middle school; you see posters with your home room number and you get your schedule from that homeroom. You go to all seven of your classes and automatically get disappointed because your friends aren’t enrolled in the same classes as you are.

“What is it, Bree,” Pairs asked me as she just finished bucking in her seatbelt.

Ali is 16 and 9 months pregnant, she hasn’t told the father yet and she’s extremely stressed. She is in the middle of Junior year and doesn’t desire to drop out since her baby that she’s named Lexi. Ali is currently finishing her homework from last night that she missed since she had morning sickness. Let’s begin the story….

Why does Corporate Mentality shun the idea of downtime? What is so sinister about a

Clear, can’t even tell it’s there. Nearly invisible but then you hit it. So massive and giant you would imagine that only a blind person could miss it. It has camo like a marine. And holds you in like a maximum security prison. Funky smells in the air and nothing feels quite like it should.

The young pilot looked over at her older co-pilot and flashed a grin. She had never been more exhilarated during a flight. Her and old Pat were lucky enough to be put on this mission from London to New York with the government's confidential delivery. Of course they didn't know what the packages were, but they had been told that this trip would change the world. Yes that might have been overdramatic remark or something to make us feel inspired to work 110%, but I had hope this would be changing something for the better.  The weather was fair and the flight was going smoothly until the engines exploded. Their was nothing they could have done after that. So as Rebecca and old Pat sunk under the surface of the Atlantic with the remains of their cargo plane something impossible happened. You see with the explosion

But as I approached the school, I found myself slowing down as I walked because I really was enjoying the early morning sun’s warmth on my face. It had picked up my spirits, and I thought to myself that if I could just absorb enough of it, I could use it like a battery throughout the day allowing me to get through dealing with the bitches.

Every summer, in the dead of night, a blood-curdling scream came from the mountains; at first, I thought it was old man rivers dogs getting one of them coons; then I remembered, old man river hung up his gun for good last fall. Fascinated by the noise I took Lakota, my one hundred and sixty pound Great Dane out into the woods for a look around. So, Rufus and I were off; off into the unknown thicket of the Ozarks.