The wall, the steepest hill I have ever seen in my fifteen years of skiing. The slope’s description is in its name. It was not the size that scared me, but rather the pitch. I first saw the hill, as my dad pulled into the town house parking space, in Holiday Valley, NY. I knew the moment I saw the slope that I had to go down it. I had made a promise with myself some time ago, that if anything scared me I would try to do it. Other than a few lessons I taught that year, the trip to Holiday Valley was my first time skiing from tearing my ACL. I tore it the year before, skiing down my home mountain, Hunt Hallow. Before tearing my ACL I had always been a cautious skier, I did not like going very fast, doing jumps nor going down difficult trails.
My trip to the Grand Canyon was the best experience I ever had so far in my life. My grandparents from Korea came along with us. Even though I saw them last year it was still an enjoyable moment that I had. Grand Canyon is located in Arizona so what our family did was fly to Las Vegas early in the morning and arrive in Nevada around 9 o’clock am. Driving to Grand Canyon was also five hours with heavy traffic. Driving and stopping every hour was hard to do but at the end it was all worth it. It was good that I had couple electronic devices and my family to keep me in company.
Me, Ava, Korryn, Ali, Olyvia, Bailey, and Sophie were on the way to valley fair. The loud and crowded car ride was filled with music, laughter and Sophie screaming! We got some drinks and snacks along the way and played pranks on the people that our nanny Bailey went to highschool with. About 2 hours later we were there and waiting in line to get wristbands. When we finally got our wristbands we walked in the gates of Valley Fair.
It was my first time going to Knotts and I was with my classmates. Felipe, David, Eric, Leo, and I decided to be in a group. David and Eric were trying to convince Felipe and I to ride Supreme Scream. We were convinced and decided to go on the ride. We never saw how tall it was and when we did Felipe looked at me and asked, “Are you still going on it?” I chickened out because of how tall it was and decided to go on different rides.
The first time I saw you, your smile mesmerized me and your laugh practically incapacitate my organism. Your mysterious eyes so profound that no conceivable mean to decipher the schema that your emotion unveil. The thought of you laughing right now can moisten the Mojave Desert; the echo of your voice is a manifestation equivalent to billions of neurotransmitters flushing into my hypothalamus at the speed of light. It enrages all the serotonin within my anatomy that I didn't know has existed. Now you know. And with silence, you have stolen my heart and every endogenous elements in my body. The thought of you has organically saturate the dopamine which will soon speed to my nuclei--everlastingly in my raphe core. The thought of you like testosterone
One year ago this morning on April 11/2016 I arrived to Charlotte, North Carolina after four day trip on Amtrack train. From San Jose, California to Charlotte, North Carolina.
I was so nervous to go into a convince store to buy a coke or a water or some food while tripping on acid. But I didn’t have any other choice after I ran out of food in my pockets and water in my bottles – so I eventually convinced myself that I wasn’t that high, and Adam and I stopped at a convince store to buy what we needed. I kept my sunglasses on and the kind old man behind the counter looked like he knew what was up, but I was so thrashed and my mind was swirling around like blender blades, so I wasn’t entirely sure. All was well though, as I handed the man behind the counter cash, got back my change, grabbed my granola bar and can of coke, and started to be on my way. Then, as I turned to exit the store,
Waking up at midnight on a cloudy monday night, I walked outside and looked at the moon. Look at how far I have come. Living in hillbilly hick Iowa, to traveling all over the world. Listening to my mother has been one of the greatest things I have ever done. Without her I would have stayed in Iowa and probably married a ugly overweight farmer. Graduating from highschool I decided that I was going to go straight to college and get my masters in Biological Anthropology. Since I already had 20 credits completed at Iowa Central, I decided to stay for one more year. The money I would save would go into my traveling “fund”. Planning on living with my mother still, to me was not a bad decision. She fed me, clothed me, and loved me even though I can
The alluring Mead Valley; where there’s roadkill on every main road, starving dogs on your trail, and The Red Store where the whole town is acquainted with one another. Having a large family in a small house is not an uncommon occurrence, and with this sizable household, it’s evident that my mind and persona was shaped by many from a young age. My mom always advised me to be appreciative of the situation I was born into, because in the real world, when deprivation in any form struck me down, I would have the resources to get back up and labor through the rigorous times. I was disciplined through trial and error parenting. Instead of putting a stop to my mistakes completely, I was given the privilege to make my own decisions and learn from them,
It was a hot summer day in Arizona me and my cousin were outside playing football when his dog Jack managed to open the backyard gate and get out.When we noticed we ask everyone in the house if they had seen him everyone in the house gave us the same depressing answer we were afraid of they said no so the first thing we did was open the front gate and take off using our feet and try to catch Jack.The first place we saw jack was in between a street called E.Jefferson as soon as my cousin saw him he bolted to try to catch him but he got cut off by the passing traffic jack also bolted and ran into the alley we used the fact that jack was in the alley to our advantage we ran him into a corner and trapped him,but jack was quicker and ran right through
Every year during New Years Eve my family and I go to Lake Tahoe to see the snow and watch the annual fireworks at the Heavenly Village along with the concerts that they host. We also like to go ice skating and sledding because we always go there from December 30 to January 2. When we go sledding we usually go to the beach that is about five minutes away since that is where we have always gone and it’s always covered in a blanket of snow along with ice on top of the water. One day on our way to Lake Tahoe we noticed a snowmobile shop where you could rent one and ride them as long as you wanted. The next day we got our sleds and snow gear and went to the place only to find out that there was an hour to two hour wait. No one in my family wanted to wait, but we also didn’t want to drive back half and hour to go sledding at the beach since it was so far. My uncle asked the worker if there another place to go sledding and he recommended a place that was about
I sat on my bed, my Bible sitting in my lap, thinking about going to
In the Sangre de Cristo mountain range in Northern New Mexico lies a hidden gem where thousands of locals flock to in the winter time. I grew up near this mountain range and skied these mountains for most of my life. Taos Ski Valley is elevated 12,400 feet above sea level and receives on average, 300 inches of snow during the winter every year. Some of the most memorable times I’ve had at Taos were skiing down double black diamond runs waist deep in 40 inches of new snow fall.
Trying to find memories is like looking for treasure. You look at the surface and see something mediocre, but you dig deep and find something cool, pretty, and meaningful. It took a while to think of a fond memory, but once I thought of some, it was hard to choose a favorite. Growing up I have had many great experiences in the form of vacations. Between going to Disney World, owning a vacation home, hanging out with my grandparents in Arizona, traveling to Canada and more. They all make amazing memories that I will forever cherish. The vacation spot we go to the most, though, is Wisconsin Dells. A few times I have been allowed to invite friends to come with. When I am allowed to bring friends, it is always a ginormous amount of fun. We goof off in the hotel room, play in the arcades, and swim in the water parks.
“Are we there yet are we there yet?” My brother screamed into my ear. I turned around half awake and quickly said “no”. For some reason I was completely freezing and I looked out my window and saw snow. Finally the little cogs in my brain started turning and I realized that I was in Lake Tahoe. My family takes a trip to Lake Tahoe every winter and we were almost there. My brother turning five this year it would probably be the first trip he remembers. What seemed like an eternity later we finally arrived at our hotel. Just like every 10 year old I was pretending to be asleep when we arrived so my dad would carry me into our room. Unfortunately it was about -100000 degrees and I was only wearing a pair of pants and short sleeves. My dad was carrying me for so long I actually fell asleep and then awoke the next day.
Dalton and I were planning our fall break. We decided that we wanted to go somewhere fun for vacation. We talked to our families and we all went to Las Vegas. I’ve been there before with my brother and we were in a weightlifting competition. This time it was just for fun.