It was March 1, 2017 and I had gone hatchet throwing with a couple of veteran friends of mine. The place I went to was called urban axes in PA, where we threw hatchets at targets. At first it was a thirty-minute training session to ensure there was proper safety training. The motto at urban axes was “Axe Throwing. Like darts ... only bigger and more satisfying!” As soon as I got there I was really intrigued in what they had done. Fish town is becoming more gentrified then it used to be, so I had told all my friends about it. The environment that I threw axes in was a nice well-lit area. Imagine throwing axes in complete and utter darkness. It would be a whole lot of chaos. When I entered the room I felt like I was in a whole different world. …show more content…
I remember being inside the room with hip, upbeat music and it being very busy. I am not sure how people found out about this place, but I imagine it being word of mouth or even social media. In general I am not really attentive to things because I have a hard time concentrating on one thought. My mind is all over the place thinking what I was going to do and what I am going to eat for my next meal. Today something crazy had just happened. I was actually concentrating for once in my life and determined to hit the center of the target, which was getting a 10. The main reason why I was so competitive was because I was competing with a couple of my friends, which is why I was focused and doing so well. I could not recall how many people were in the place but I can vaguely remember that the place was packed. I was conscious of my awareness about who was at the place and who was getting perfect scores because they had a board like bowling at Pinsetters, which told you your score. I remember hearing people screaming and being loud and enjoyed every moment of it. It was kind of like going to a Flyers hockey game and hearing the loud noise hearing when they scored a goal. I had a really tingling sensation in my body because I was slightly buzzed at the bar before I had gone there. There was no bar at the place because it would be considered a liability issue. My emotions were strong. I was happy that I had gotten a perfect score twice but I messed up a couple of times. I was also very scared because there were axes flying left and right. Throughout the experience I was well aware of my consciousness and what I was doing. Hurting somebody was impossible because they had these walls that the axes could not get through. Today time had gone fast. I was having so much fun I could not even tell what time it was. I remember going there around 8 and leaving around 11. I didn’t know time flew by until they told me they were
Imagine your life being confined to eight and half square miles. This was a reality for me, up until age 14, when I first adventured out of my home state.
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.
When a typical person considers taking a vacation, they do not immediately consider Windsor, but the city has plenty to offer such as the WFCU Centre, Canadian Historical Aircraft Museum, and Ojibway Nature Centre. The WFCU Centre hosts fantastic entertainment acts and it also feature sports, music, and comedy performances; some acts that have performed at the centre include: Jerry Seinfeld, Neil Young, and the Windsor Spitfires. Not only does the city provide wonderful entertainment, Windsor is home to the Canadian Historical Aircraft Museum. One of the projects the members of the museum are working on is the restoration of two airplanes: a vintage Lancaster Bomber and Mosquito. Furthermore, pilots fly other antique aircraft and there is
First, the city I live in is Decatur, Illinois. Decatur’s population is estimated around 74,000 people. It is one of the largest cities in Macon County. Founded in 1829, it is located along the Sangamon River in central Illinois. The motto of the town currently is, “We like it here”. The unofficial motto is “The Pride of the Prairie”. Decatur is home to agriculture giants such as Archer Daniels Midland, and Staley’s currently renamed Tate and Lyle. The geography of Decatur includes two mini subdivisions, Mt. Zion and Forsyth.
I watched my husband, Mike, take the field during the Freeport High School Football alumni night as part of the farewell season for Swartz Field. The school district for the tiny town along the Allegheny River recently voted to construct a new facility since the renovation of the 93-year-old stadium would be too costly.
It was a Friday night, at the Peoria Civic Center. I was there for the Heartland Heroes Concert. This was a fundraiser for the American Red Cross. I went to the concert with my mom, Ashley, and her mom. RaeLynn, Scotty McCreery, and another local girl country singer was there. The concert was incredible. The concert ended at about 10:00 P.M. We all went out to dinner after the concert. We all decided on Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner. When we arrived at Buffalo Wild Wings they told us we could sit out on the patio or the bar. The main dining area was full. We decided to sit out in the patio. The patio was all enclosed, so it wasn’t cold out there. We chose to sit at a small square table in the back. There was only one other group of people out
I have spent copious amounts of time in communities stricken with low socioeconomic statuses, less fortunate than the usual neighborhoods I see in Pikesville. The experiences has engrained a strong moral compass into me, leading me to have a solid goal; of beautifying and bettering areas of destitute.
Unlike many of my peers, I wasn’t raised in Montgomery County. I was born in Savannah, Georgia on September 10th 1997. After Georgia we lived in Anchorage, Alaska. During that time my now 16 year old sister, Asha was born. After Alaska we packed up and moved to Fairfield, Ohio. My now 11 year old sister, Malea was born there. That’s where I ended up spending almost 12 years there.After moving constantly when I was younger due to my mom being in the Army, it was nice to be stable somewhere. We ended up moving to Gaithersburg after my mom got a promotion in D.C. I started my Junior year at Quince Orchard very scared and nervous. Luckily, I met some amazing people that helped adjust to the move. The move to Gaithersburg made me realize that I
Moving around from town to town happened quite often when I was younger. I always mirage living in one house my whole life and never having to know the feeling of leaving good friends behind. The move from Michigan to Illinois was definitely the most arduous. Elise, one of my best friends, had been with me from the first day I walked into Rummer Elementary to when we were crying on my porch the day before I left Michigan three years later. I expected this to be the last time we saw each other. I had done this enough that I realized she would move on or the six hour drive would keep us separated till we eventually gave up. My mother promised me it would be different this time, I thought she was only trying to keep me from becoming an misanthropist,
The only state I have ever known as home is North Carolina. I was born and raised in Charlotte and the only time I have ever moved away was last year to start a new chapter of my life as a college student. Growing up in Charlotte has had such an impact on what I plan to do with my future. As a young child I always thought of Charlotte as the next best thing to New York City. I shortly realized after visiting that was not quite the case. New York City introduced me to a new world of opportunity.
Kansas City born and raised in rural Indiana, I did not live and grow up in the same house as most kids around here do. I’ve moved twice in my lifetime and couldn’t be more grateful that we did. My family has made southern Indiana our home now for the last 15 years. I’ve played multiple sports here and with each sport I made more and more friends. When I go back to the city I was born in, I think about how different my life would’ve been if my parents hadn’t decided to move. I would have never gotten the chance to wake up and be surrounded by corn fields every day. I would never have been able to ride fourwheelers in my backyard, mow grass on a riding-mower, or even have a garden. There is privacy here, whereas neighbors in the city can see
I keep running from one to another. The rooms are big with white walls and ceilings. Here and there bright colors decorate the walls. Small groups of people converse over their opinions. Children reach out to touch and their mothers pull them in, smacking their hands and telling them no. I stop and spin around, trying to absorb everything around me. Then I stop and stare.
hen I was 5 years old I moved from a small house in the West Side of Chicago and moved to a 19-storey building near the North Side of Chicago. When you look at most of the people living there, you don’t feel intimidated or uncomfortable because there are all kinds of people living there of many races and ages. There are good and bad times, but my personality has been affected by both.
As a child, I was fixated on the idea of growing up and how I would contribute to the world in my own peculiar way, but I never contemplated how my Rockford, Michigan Community would impact my personal view of life. The experiences I have had as a result of being part of this Community have not only impacted my personal view of life, but they have also made me come to the conclusion that a Community should exemplify values of leadership and commitment.
We were now in Missouri I was so excited because I had never been to Missouri before everyone didn’t understand why I was so excited because it was just Missouri, but it was a new place to me. It was lunch time, so we stopped in Kansas City, Missouri at Burger King. Burger King was not prepared for that many people at once, all twenty-seven of us walked in, and their mouths just dropped, but they got us through the line efficiently, and we were off again. Our destination for the night was Evansville, Indiana so our bus driver was to the point where if you had to go hold it as long as you could because every time we stopped that was just later it put us in Indiana. We stopped for a few more times and then we were in Mt Vernon, Illinois which