It was the winter of 2009, my siblings and I went to go play in the snow. We went to the backyard, and in order to go to the backyard we had to jump the fence. We were having a great time; we made a snow fort, had a snowball fight, but when we were playing tag my brother tripped and twisted his ankle. We were going to take him back inside so we were about to leave but, he couldn’t climb over the fence and it was buried in the snow so we couldn’t move it. My friend Caleb, and his sister heard and we tried to move the fence together. Eventually they gave up, and went back home because their mom was calling them. Which made me kind of angry, but I realized that ninety five percent of friends don’t have that bond that family does. We stayed with …show more content…
It was really easy, it was too easy when we got there we went in the pool and 30 seconds later we saw there was a raccoon we stared at it then ran away screaming! The raccoon started chasing us, we ran up the stairs screaming then in perfect unison we slammed the hallway door and sat behind it. Then we realized we left the key at the pool… so we went down together and saw the raccoon again so we went grabbed the card when I fell in the pool. Instead of leaving me, my sister helped me out and we left.
Now you may be wondering what the heck this has to with family? Well instead of leaving me at the mercy of some crazy Raccoon she risked herself to help me out, but it turned out the Raccoon wasn’t going to hurt us. It’s the thought that matters, aright?
This doesn’t mean you have to stay with family forever, we all get sick, and tired of our family every once in a while. On the other hand just thinking that if my family died I wouldn’t be able to function it would be like a huge void in my heart so whenever I think of that I am thankful, to have family that I can believe will be with me forever until we’re nothing but dust and
This stunning cat is indigenous to Maine and the biggest domestic cat breed weighing on average up to 18 pounds, although some may weigh up to twenty pounds. It is elegant and takes does not achieve physical maturity for nearly four years. It has a dense fur containing a water-protectant layer, large expansive paws serve as snow shoes for navigating skillfully across fallen snow and a long, dense tail utilized as a scarf in the cold of winter. The Maine coon is a well-respected and coveted cat breed due to its temperament and hunting abilities. Additionally, it's wholesome and plays well with children and other animals.
Billy was an adventurous little boy who lived near the Ozark Mountains. He wanted two Red Coonhounds more than anything in the world. Although his parents could not afford two dogs, that did not stop Billy from trying to get them. With the help of his grandfather, who sold coon skins for Billy, he saved enough money up and bought two Red Coonhounds from Kentucky in a sportsman's magazine. As soon as the dogs arrived in the town of Tahlequah, Billy went to retrieve them. After gaining two coonhound dogs, one boy and one girl, Billy named the boy Old Dan and the girl Little Ann. After weeks of training them, Billy, Old Dan, and Little Ann went on their first hunting trip. After several months of hunting, Old Dan and Little Ann became well known. After a
This made me think about what I would do if my mother died. I believe I would probably be very sad, but I would also keep moving in life. I can’t just stop what I am doing because someone has died -- my aunt’s death already taught me that. Everyone has to go sometime; that time will come sooner or later -- it’s inevitable. Starting anew every time someone close dies is a bad idea, because one will never get anything done that way. (84
After being dropped off from dance late at night, I was expecting to walk into a silent house where everyone was asleep. Instead, I walked into my living room to find the rest of my family sitting on the couch with the television off, which was strange for my family. It was clear they were waiting for me to get home, so I sat down too. My mom and dad exchanged a look and a sigh then turned back towards my brother and me. They babbled absently for a few minutes, then, my mom quickly spit out the words, as if ripping off a Band-Aid, "We are moving back to Arizona." There was a brief moment of stunned silence before I burst into tears. I could not imagine why my parents would decide to separate me from my best friends six months before we were supposed to
With a little less than a week left of school my mom took us to school to drop off our books. While there I stopped in a class and said goodbye to all my friends. I didn’t say anything to them until that day, I said goodbye we hugged and I left. On the drive over to the new place it ended up raining making it an even worse day. The new place was nowhere close to how nice our old place was, the new was a beaten up old trailer in an old trailer park in Amelia. My uncle and aunt already had 5 kids
It was the first week of school, everything was going fantastic. In fact, we were actually planning on having a party that first weekend of school, for the Connor Mcgregor vs. Floyd Mayweather fight. Things took a drastic turn when one day, after school, my older brother and I were in his truck coming home from school. All of a sudden, our mom called my brother and said "Big David is in the hospital so I'm not going to be home until later tonight." We were confused and didn't know what to do, so we continued to head home. Later on, after we got home, we found out that he was having horrible stomach pains at work and he was rushed to the hospital. The weekend came and we still had our party, he didn't want us to miss having the party because of him, so since we weren't going to be with him that night, we brought food to him before the
Remembering the family members not with us anymore can be just as important as them being with us actively. One
My family is the most important thing for me, I would die for them, I would do anything for them to keep them alive, and they would do the same for me. Sometimes I don't show any affection to my relatives, and that is what makes it difficult for them to communicate with me. I try to be affectionate with them, but I get uncomfortable or uneasy. But, aside from that, I still love them, and as said before, I will give my whole existence for any of them. Familia will always be there for you, no matter what, and if they are not, then I do not know what they are. A family is supposed to have your back, supporting you wherever they are and wherever you are, anywhere you go. Even if you think you are a grown independent human, you will forever need them, there will always be a moment where you will be sad and you will want to go back with your mamá or your papá, or even your abuelos, or uncles. And, let me tell you, no matter what you think, the past is in the past the present is the present, they will not care, they will forever love you, and will be happy to see you
In Eagle River, Wisconsin June of 2006 my parents and I made the 30 minute drive from my brothers camp, Kawaga, to mine, Chippewa. I was seven years old sitting in the back seat of this car thinking about how my brother, Max, loves his camp so I would too. However, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. We arrived and my parents stopped the car to take a picture of me in front of the big red rustic sign “Chippewa Ranch Camp” it said. As we drove down the long dirt driveway it finally hit me that I was about to get out of this car and not see my parents for an entire month. I couldn’t even spend the night out I would call them to pick me up at midnight from my friends homes, how in the world was I going to survive four whole weeks of
I lived in military housing a little distance from base with my father Richard, mother Susan, sister Jewelia, and brother Ryan. When Richard got deployed to Iraq and Kuwait, Jewelia, Ryan, and I were left in Fulda with Susan. Due to being young, knowledge of what was going on escaped me. My only thoughts were the absence of daddy and the world changing around me. Jewelia was three and doing what toddlers do, but Ryan was nine, going on ten, and starting to rebel. Ryan developed a behavioral problem, started showing signs of Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, also known as ADHD, and depression. Ryan would terrorize the dogs, Jewelia, and me. During the time of Richard's deployment, Ryan would abuse Jewelia on a daily basis by slamming her fingers in the door or shoving her down. Susan would ask what happened, and Ryan would always blame me. Half the time Susan would believe Ryan, and the other times she wouldn’t. You could say that it was almost always a pull of the straw day, lucky one day but not so much the next. Ryan started stealing and sneaking out of the house. He even stole money out of Susan’s purse on Mother’s Day to buy her a Mother’s Day gift. Susan was so angry, but Ryan’s excuse was that “It was the thought that counts”, and he ate her chocolates. As we got older, Ryan worsened. He was in and out of juvenile detention for smoking weed, stealing, and destroying Richard and
Me and my younger brother, who looks just like me and everybody in the world say we must be twins. Even though he’s three years younger. We never really hung with the kids our age, we were much more mature for our ages. We hung out with the ones who tend to always wake up on the wrong side of the bed. And accidently run into trouble. Many people say watch the crowd you hang around because you will soon become them. But not in our case, we found a way to hang out all wee late hours of the night, without getting caught up in the dilemma. The playground was not safe at all, and old wooden structure that squeaked every time you walked, or made even sudden mood. We had a very gruesome, intense, and love hate relationship with our neighborhood friends. We would fight until we were dripping blood, black eyes, and even a hospital visit or two. And even after all the World War II battles we had we would always make up as if it never happened, and maybe that’s why we are still friends and closer than ever. Maybe all of the times we knocked each other upside the noggins. We realized nobody else would deal with our nonsense better than we would for each
Summer of 2016, I spent most of my time with my cousins because my sister had a boyfriend and did not have time for her little sister. That same summer my great-grandmother broke her femur bone so I was constantly helping my mother take care of her. This reminded me of my little brother and how I was not there to help my mom when he was alive. I felt guilty and sad for not being able to spend more time with him. In the summer 2016 I reconnected with my family in ways I had not in my past trips. I felt at home like old times. This time I did not wanted to leave
When I was young, my mother left my family. I was about three and my sister was five. After that it seems like no matter what I do, people like to leave my life after they enter it. After my junior year, in the summer I had a best friend. He was there for me when I had my breakup. Then all that he wanted two months later was a relationship with me and I didn’t want that. I knew that this wasn’t going to go well either way. We started getting distant and I had to make a horrible decision. I did not want to let go of him either. But I had to do what had to be done again and I had to make that choice to be happy or keep letting myself get hurt. I knew that I didn’t want to hurt anymore so I had to do something. So I did, I let go of him and I haven’t talked to him ever since.
“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” These words from Dr.Seuss still stand true, and are something I can relate to. I believe that you should always show your love and appreciation to your family members for what they do for you. Before my sister left for college, I didn’t realize how much I appreciated her and loved her for all the things she did for me.
Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.