I moved the large pot, which was full of soup while staring in the delicious carrots; garlic, potatoes, beans and other ingredients, which went all in circles a lot of times as I heard the bubbles, popped and stem. The soup had a lovely smell, which made my stomach rumble and made me taste some. As I took a little amount of soup and ate it, it made my tongue brunt while it gently slides down my throat. As I looked down, suddenly the entire stem came to my face and made it warm. I could hear the bubble pop more and more and I could smell the delicious soup, and I knew it would not be long until the soup was ready.
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It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.
When I was younger I had always been described as mature. Although I wasn’t anywhere near being “mature”, it was a word always used to describe me, well-mannered and mature. While my brother was goofy and social, I was shy and serious. We were twins yet total opposites. As a child, because that was the word almost always associated with me, it crae unusual, almost toxic idea about myself. I had to be mature to be what people liked about me. So, it never occurred to me to be able to not take myself seriously and say something like “Oops that was dumb” and laugh it off. For some reason that didn’t make sense to me to say silly things like that.
As I stumbled outside to go check on the cattle to make sure they were ok from the dust, the dust instantly blew at my face like tiny pellets shooting at me,which brings a lot of pain and harm to my face and body. The dark sky hovered over me, and my feet sank into the dirt and all the dust. When I was finished checking on our cows, my father shouted at me from the window of our house. “Christiano! Get back over here right now! It’s way too dangerous for you to be out there at this time!!” His name is Tommy Lee, but I like to call him Poppa. He is someone that I will always look up to. There are times when I would do anything to run away, but at the same time no one loves me as much as he does. I came back inside, and I was covered in dust.
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"Bump, Set, Spike" When I was a kid I was always the worst kid on my sports teams, weather it was baseball, basketball, or soccer. That was until 6th grade when I started to play boys volleyball at my grade school. I quickly latched onto this sport. That love for the game that I had never experienced before led to me working on my game and becoming one of the better players on my team. Freshman year, after my schools camp, I discovered that there was a local club team that was holding tryouts. I am grateful to my parents for the financial and time sacrifice they made, because playing club introduced me to a whole new game of volleyball. I was a little flustered being thrown into this environment as a young player with only school experience,
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I often feel trapped in my everyday life. It becomes boring and routine. So when I received the opportunity to go to Belize in 7th grade, I was thrilled. I could escape everyday life for a week, spend time with friends, face fears, maybe even feel free.
Divorce, for a child especially, can be a difficult thing to work through. The process of experiencing divorce through the perspective of a child is full of twists and turns and up and downs (mostly downs) and can feel a lot like losing a family member for an unknown reason. You don’t know what happened or how it happened, but you know somehow it did and that is all that matters to you. For the last 5 months, my parents have started the process of going through divorce. For myself, this process so far has been full of anxiety and worry and not knowing what the future entails. All I can say right now is that this event in my life will shape who I am for the rest of my life.
When I was four years old I had a huge fear of dogs, I woke up on a saturday morning on a hot summer day and went down the stairs and saw that my family had made me a wonderful breakfast. We all ate breakfast together and it was great. After breakfast I started to watch my favorite TV show.
Who knew someone so close to you could be so distant? Who knew that a ten-year old could interpret such a catastrophic event. It all started on November 13th 2007.. on this day, my father and I moved to the U.K. from Florida. We were going to be living in a community home in the heart of England. I didn’t know what to think, new home, new friends, new school, new country, everything was new. My father and I unpacked our bags from our old, beat up Cherokee and carried them into our humble abode for the next few months. The room was small, I of course expected rainbows and butterflies but that’s just the mind of a ten-year old adolescent. I began to unpack my clothes- basically a plethora of pink, purple & anything neon. But that’s not the point, that was then and this was now.