Personal Narrative: Jekyll Island

The creek is a place were I can release all of my problems with the world. I can sit down and really think. Not having to worry about the time or if I am getting all of my assignments done. The creek is my place for thinking and quietness.

Post WWII in 1957 my great Grandad left their homeland of England to immigrate to Canada by plane which took 10 hours to fly from --------- to New York City. The ride was stressful and sickening, my Papa, Colin who was only _ remembers puking on the plane.

Having a place that families or friends return to to vacation or visit is something that seems to be an experience that creates comfort and nostalgia over the years. These places are special because they become a tradition, a place that isn’t home, but almost feels as familiar as home. Newport Beach is this place for me and I never get tired of going. I think this is because I have been going since I was a small child and, while it is familiar, I also find something new to enjoy each time I visit.

I bumped into the glass and fell to the ground and didn't know where to go couldn't figure it out I thought I was never going to get out of this place. :(

There was ALOT to do there. There was A scary wagon ride, there was a drop tower, there was a corn maze, there was a rope course, and a ton of other games and rides. When we went in the corn maze we wandered in there for about ten minutes, and then we started to go back. But Perscilla kind-of got lost, and it took us almost 45 minutes to get out , but that was nothing compared to the Zip Line

More people would understand if I was in a wheelchair. Everything would be clear if I had a terminal illness or something wrong on the outside. The problem is that my wounds aren't discernible to most people. My scars aren't tangible. Instead of receiving sympathy from those I first let in, I was told to get over it. I was told that I wasn’t depressed because I have a loving family. I was told I wasn’t sad because I’m well off, because I do well in school, because I’m a guy. Despite that, I learned to find strength in my brokenness so I could make myself whole again.

Jez. What you must think? Its not as if you don't have your own worries. And here I am whinging to beat the band about choice. I suppose if I stood back the argument could be made that I at least had choices to squander. Unfortunately this fact doesn't offer too much comfort at present.

Aw yes the cool breeze in the air, and the hot sun in the sky. The warm ground I laid on I knew I was in the right place. I walked in the warm water where I saw the beautiful fish swim all around me. All the beautiful shells, and the sounds of birds singing. The way the water sounds I wish I could stay here forever. Then it was time to go. As i walked I turned around and said ‘“I have to come back to this beach again.”

A possible get away location is Miami Beach. Where visitors could go take a dip in the ocean or go

It was 86 degrees my socks were soaked, my water was already warm and I’d just gotten it like 2 minutes ago. I was only 5 and I was walking next to the stroller where my 3 year old brother was, my 7 year old brother was on the other side. We were walking around in “Animal Kingdom” not knowing what to do (I didn’t know that was possible.) We finally found a dino playground (it was a regular playground but they put a dinosaur at the front) I ran straight to the base of it before my mom even finished her sentence I was so excited, little did I know what would happen next.

Vacations can be fun for most, but awful for others. For me it was the latter of the two options. My family decided that we would visit the Turkey Run Park for a vacation over the summer. Turkey Run is full of trails, formations of rock, streams, waterfalls, plants, and animals who may or may not be hostile. All of these things were present during my eventful trip to Turkey Run.

We stepped out of the station and it hit me immediately, the glorious smell of carnival style hot dogs and and the pure ecstasy of the sugary goodness that is funnel cakes. I dragged my girlfriend Lauren to the nearest stand and ordered one of each. The hot dog wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but I didn’t complain as I was hungry from the ride over. Then the funnel cake, oh man was that amazing, powdered sugar goodness over freshly fried bread, a delicacy to say the least. Suddenly the roar of a roller coaster flying by with the shrieks of the ecstatic people on the ride filled my ears. I pleaded with Lauren to ride one with me, but she wouldn’t budge, finally, she conceded to at least go on the ferris wheel with me. We bought our tickets and

In a town with a grand sum of 2,000 residents, one gets accustomed to small things. Small post office, small park, small ports, small boutiques, and—most importantly—a small school. My humble village, Greenport, has one school for all students. In the well-worn tapioca checkered hallways, one can observe curious glue-covered pre-schoolers or nonchalant high school seniors who, at any given moment, are mentally plotting their senior prank and pep rally strategy.

I put on my shoes, grab my surfboard, and jump in the car. It was still very early in the morning the sun was still behind the clouds and the wind made me shiver from the cold. Ryan was driving the car, Jesse and Jen were sitting behind us, the music was playing loud in the car almost making my ears hurt. I was a bit nervous but excited at the same time, I feel so much better and I think that I am ready to go into the deep water again. Ryan breaks the silence by making a joke "how do people surfing say HI to each other? he answers saying "they Wave!." Even though the joke is not even funny we still laugh and Jesse yells in excitement "here we come blue lagoon beach." After a two hour drive, we finally arrive at our destination the sun is finally rising and the cold air is becoming warm. Jen sees that I am nervous "are you alright you don't

Prepare yourself for the most uncommon phrase from a high school student. My family members are my best friends. It’s true, I’ll admit it here and only here, I love my home more than I love anything. Your family shapes your life. Sometimes for the best, sometimes for the worst, but without those influences you would only be a voice in the wind. My father, stepmom, and their strangely adorable baby have shown me logic and love and joy and I believe they have the strongest pull over who I am.