Personal Narrative: Goose Creek

Everyone has a favorite memory about their lives. My favorite memory took place when I traveled to Ohio in 2014 for Thanksgiving.

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

Red Lake Ontario a place that I’ve been But only in my dreams in the last year and ten It’s always been with the boys, mainly my son I invite you into my dreams because you’re my special one. The cabin on the hill faces north over the lake But as the sun set down theres not even a wake

Oh, it has been a month. So much has happened. A couple hundred miles into our trip, we looked ahead and say a long line of people. It was the kansas river. When we got up close we could see what the people were doing. One by one the wagons would cross the river. We were thinking about just walking across, the water was only like 2.5 feet deep. We decided it wasn't worth the risk and waited in line. When it was our turn we gave them $1 and started moving across. The river was only about 200 yards across. When we got across we looked back and saw that some people tried crossing without using the fairy. They were stuck. While we waited for the rest of our train we watched them trying to get unstuck. They managed to get out but there wagon and

“Okay Reed, time to go!” My dad shouts from the garage. We had everything prepared and packed to go except for the shotgun. My dad and I have been looking at an area of public hunting land that might be good for hunting all kinds of game. We came to that conclusion after seeing a big pond and deep forests on the map. Today was going to be a day full of short lived excitement and disappointment, and I had no clue.

My dad, me ,my older brother Luke, and my two sisters Michaela and Anna were on our way up to cedar Michigan. It was going to be very cold up north so we had two dress warm. It took about six hors to get there we arrived at about 1:00 we arrived on 7899 S Schomberg Rd Cedar MI 49621 our great friends lived there there names where Marv & Jill Anderson they owned a lot of land up there they own two houses and five barns they also have donkeys, goats, sheep, ducks, and cats. I love it up there.we went sliding, and found a very big hill and had about three hours be fore we had to go church. we stated to get ready fore church about 15 minutes be fore we had to leave. when church ended we went to watch a movie when that

This past weekend, 108 entrants set off on a hundred mile race—the fourth annual Pine Creek Challenge. The footrace follows the Pine Creek Trail, a flat, scenic route that still provides ample challenge for the runners. Race director, Steve Hanes, comments, “For me as a race director, it’s great to see people stretching their boundaries...it's great to see people work towards something they might not have even imagined a few years ago, and come out here and accomplish something that's really noteworthy.”

I followed Cliff and his siblings to the safe zone. We arrived around nightfall. They checked our eyes to make sure we didn't have symptoms of Mentis Rabidus, then they gave us canned soup and bedrolls. After we ate, they told us the plan. We will follow a river and using the mountains as protection. The end point is about 1,500 miles away. It is near the Peace River in Canada. They told us it will be a lot of walking and everyone will need to help with chores. I'm not too happy about that. I would rather just look out for myself. But Canada is a lot safer than L.A., and to get there I need to help out.

When you ask a kid where they are from, they can usually give you a fairly simple response of the town and state they grew up in, but when I was asked this question, I had two answers instead of one. I had one home in Grand Island, Nebraska and another in Silver Creek, Nebraska. While Grand Island is the third largest city in our state, Silver Creek is among the smallest with a population of only about 400. I like to think that being a part of both of these very different communities has had a definite influence on the person I am today by offering me exposure to unique perspectives and experiences that I wouldn’t have had otherwise.

I grew up Western New York State, in a rural community located on the south shore of Lake Ontario, roughly between the City of Buffalo and the City of Rochester. The area is known for its formidable weather, especially the snow storms in the winter due to the lake effect. The community has its roots in farming and raising livestock (mostly cows), which continues today though there are more housing developments dotting the landscape these days. My town is home to the world’s biggest apple pie, and is very much like stepping back in time in some respects. The views and practices of the community have changed very little in the past forty years and will be slow to do so given the conservative nature of the public’s opinion, now that I look from

My mom sat me down and was super excited “ We are going on a family vacation!” yelled my Mom. She said, “we are going sometime at the end of the summer.” I couldn't believe it I was super excited. We are going to Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. It would be the second biggest vacation I’ve ever been.

My friends and I were riding bikes in the road. The road was scorching, it hurt to step foot on it without shoes. Knowing me as a child, I was the one without shoes. I was too scared I was going to burn my feet, so I would have get off my bike in the grass. The sky was partially cloudy at noon that day. The clouds were more gray than white that day.

There is one thing I would like to point out on a rest stop we went to. There was another RV there who was on their trip to the Midwest (I think they said . We were talking with them and Charlye who has a kind heart asked them if they would like our left over food. We explained we were headed home to Sacramento and would love for them to take the cans with them. They were more than happy to take what ever we could give them. Tommy and I were boxing up the food for them and discovered some sausages (3 packages) in the freezer that never was used and a quart of unopened ice cream. We decided to give it to them. We asked if we could pray for them for a safe trip (they were happy to know we are Christians). They left with smiles on their faces.

In conclusion, My Favorite place is the Great Lakes. The Great Lakes are one of the most famous places in America. There were a lot´s of fish, birds, and turtles in the Great Lakes. There were so many activities you can do at The Great Lakes. Like kayaking, surfing, and much more. Hopefully, you and your family can go to The Great Lakes and have some fun with my Dad, Samual, and I did.

It had been a long, tough week at camp in Tennessee. I was exhausted from working in the unbearable heat scraping off old paint, painting the outside, and roofing on this old Victorian home. Since I am Asian, my frame is petite and shorter than most, so my usual job was scraping off old paint. My cheeks had turned rosy red with a sunburn, and my long black hair was turning a dark brown to match my eyes. Sleep was limited because of the constant jabber from the other campers. Finally around midnight, I fell asleep on my air mattress in the large room of the cabin where we all slept.