Personal Narrative : Snow And Snow

There was a particular Friday in February the year I was in the third grade that had me out in the snow a little bit longer than I had intended. The bus ride home was prolonged due to all of the ice on the roads and I was pretty anxious to get inside where I knew there would be a set of warm pajamas waiting for me. When I finally reached my stop, unfortunately the last one on the route, I ran as fast as my snow boot clad feet could take me. However when I arrived at the front door of my home there didn't seem to be anyone there who wanted to let me in. I knocked and knocked but there was never an answer. Determined to get inside and somewhat in denial that this was happening to me, someone who just wanted to get to a nice mug of hot chocolate, I started my way to the back door.

POW! At what seems like 100 miles per hour it hits you! The cold snow running down your back, chills form on your arm. Then, another one! Quickly you dodge it, then grab your own and send it flying back. Wow, you think, snowball fights are extreme. This snowball fight was the best I ever had. We were throwing snowballs across the street, hitting houses and laughing as we do so.

On a Tuesday night of my sophomore year, two weeks before the state tournament, we played Heritage Hills. On the mound, battling for every out, I attempted to keep the game tied. The count was two and one with two outs in the bottom of the fourth. I stepped up, wound up, and pitched the ball for the fiftieth time. Except this time the ball came flying right back towards me.

As witnessed in our present day , and in the history of humanity bioethics is something introduced to society. From emerging the practices in medicine and biology. One case that indicated in the the history is the Nazi human experimentation that included the exploratory of medicine on the minority of jews , jehovah witnesses , and other minority groups in which refused to assimilate with the germans .

The first time I went snowboarding I was 9 or 10. Me, my mom, my dad, and Lucas drove up to Mars Hill, North Carolina. The place we went was a small resort named Wolf Ridge Ski Resort. Wolf Ridge has 15 trails including one bowl, one black, nine blues, and four greens. The black diamonds are the equivalent to blues in colorado or utah. Since it was my brother and I’s first time we found a rental place the night we got into Mars Hill and rented boots and boards for the very next morning. We were so excited, my brother and I got up super early in our family's hotel room and drove the short 5 min drive up through the mountains. We got there around 7:30 and the lifts started running at 9:00. We had brought skateboard helmets, small jackets almost hoodie

I never thought I could find a feeling worst than the freezing temperatures inside an airplane, but the terrifying feeling of realizing you forgot something is 10 times worse. There is no other feeling than realizing you had forgotten one of the most important things need for your adventures.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off at 8 in the morning on a beautiful Friday morning in Brockton. It was kind of hard to believe because Brockton was probably the most destructive city on the planet. Well, at least in my opinion it was. It was the month of May, which meant school is almost over. I was 9 at the time as well. I woke up and jumped right out of bed. I could smell the delicious pancakes being baked in the kitchen by my mother. I ate 2 and then got ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed out the door, which was my usual routine every week day morning. I headed to the bus stop and on my way there, I had a bad feeling about something, like as if something were to go wrong, like something really terrible would happen to something. Or even someone. I tried to ignore it and get through this day as soon as possible as usual, but today was not like any other day, for something horrific occurred on this very day.

Saying that I was on the snowboarding and had never snowboarded before could be called a “setback”, but that may be an understatement. According to those on the team, it was a “major issue that cannot be resolved”, but for all intents and purposes, I’ll refer to it as a setback.

In the eighties, I was a young police officer and a high-school athletic coach. In the fall, one night during wrestling season I had an experience that would change my life and Worldview forever, that fateful night would change numerous perspectives, perceptions and lives both young and old.

It was just a normal day at basketball practice. You know running through drills, and practicing

The wind outside howled like a hungry wolf. The falling snow covered everything. It may have been daytime but the blizzard kept the sun from shining even just a little bit, it was just about black.

Finally they got dressed again for snowmobiling, and as soon as they were done they left and drove the snowmobiles to the lake, and this time all of the snowmobiles were running. When they got there they headed towards the party in oshkosh and it was 2:12 pm, it was really fun on the ride there because we were snowmobiling with there friends and his dad and brother. I was riding with my dad because I was only 9 years old and me and my dad were the fastest because we had the fastest snowmobile.

The temperature was in the negatives. Outside was frigid, but I was excited for school because I was going to talk about the Colts game with my friends. The day was normal, and I remember glancing at the clock around one because I was ready for math to be over. It was not long before we were on the bus riding home. I remember getting off the bus to see a police car and three other cars parked in front of my house. My sister and I walked around to the back and let ourselves inside. The door to the rest of our house was shut and the three of us were told to stay in the living room. I remember walking on the back of my couch practicing my balance as I looked at the clock hanging above the wood stove. Two of our close family friends and neighbors were in the room with us, but my parents were not there. I asked what was going on and they told me that my mom had gone with my dad to the hospital. I dismissed the thought because my dad had been to the hospital the week before, and thought, Oh, he is probably there because he is having another one of his headaches or back pain. We waited in the living room for an hour before they drove us down the road to one of my former babysitters, who we called, Grandma Jenny. I remember she had the TV on Final Jeopardy, but I was not interested. Instead, I sat on the floor in front of the couch and played with puzzle pieces. One of my neighbors pulled out his guitar and began to play songs that we liked. Later, my mom arrived, and I remember asking her if Dad was okay. She had just watched her husband of sixteen years kill himself. She looked at me with shock and sadness in her eyes and said, “I don’t know, honey.” Then there was a police officer knocking on the door. Looking downcast, he spoke quietly to my mom. She then came over to us and I heard her say three words, “Dad is dead.” I became overheated and all I saw were tears rolling down into my purple fuzzy sweater. I was wearing my favorite sweater and

I twisted the doorknob on the door, pushed it away, and saw a white fluffy material on the ground and everywhere I can see. The only thing not covered is the tree, which for the most part, was covered. The whiteness covered the whole plain of the hill, and it was peace and quiet. I put my hand down and closed my hand and they had this fluffy, white, light, object inside it and it tasted like water. My sister and parents came outside and we started to open our mouths and show our white teeth. This was Alaska, but we just moved here, and we enjoyed the snow. Snow was so white that I started to blend in with my white jacket. My sister and I ran into the snow as fast as we can and jumped in, My parents slowly, but steadily, followed us. We picked

A perfect fall day would take place on a cool, Saturday evening in October. Preparations would start early in the afternoon with a visit to the store. Like a kid in a candy store, I would go through the Kroger aisles buying popcorn, s’mores supplies, and hot chocolate. I would carefully check that each white, fluffy marshmallow was not squashed and I would buy whip cream to top off each mug of rich, creamy hot chocolate. Final stop would be the big, shiny Redbox kiosk for a movie. My kids say I take forever picking a movie!