Research Paper On Raccoons

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

The corvids, a group that includes crows, ravens, jays, rooks, jackdaws, and magpies. These are considered some of the most social and intelligent species of birds on the planet. Forming alliances, fostering relationships, and recognizing individuals is all part of what gives credit to their brilliance.

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

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

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

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

The next day, my family piled into the car and began our road trip, driving from Mississippi to San Diego which was about a two week trip. All five of us, were in the car, my siblings were the ages of 4 and 6, and I was 11, I didn’t get along with my siblings, and had no intent to. The whole drive I didn’t want to talk to anyone or show any signs of emotion. I knew that I was going to make friends eventually, but I didn’t know how I was going to, considering I didn’t really know who I was, exactly what I liked or how to talk to

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

When I was six years old I moved from Colorado to New Mexico. At the end of my junior year of high school I found out that I was moving back to Colorado. I was full of emotions that made me hate the world. I had thought of every possibility on how to stay in nm and finish high school. At the time I was talking to a girl that I really liked and had a lot of very close friends. I wasn’t the kind of kid to go out and do things with people but during the second half of my junior year I made some friends that I started to do things with. It was as if I had finally made all my friends and found people who I wanted to be around but it was all being taken away from me. One of my brothers still lived in nm and my plan was to stay in nm with him and

I just want to have fun!” I yelled at her. She didn’t respond to that. She just walked downstairs, and told my parents couldn’t go. I sat in my room angry and depressed, thinking about how much fun my friends had without me. It turned out that lots of ice formed over the mountain, and it had become even more dangerous than it was before. Even though I still knew about this, I didn’t even thank my sister for pretty much saving my life. From that day on, I have shown as much appreciation and love as I can to her. Even though I still feel annoyed that my friends had lots of fun without me there, I understand the reason my sister didn’t let me go; it was just to protect me. I really started to realize how much I really appreciated my sister after she left for college. The day she was leaving, a sudden feeling of melancholy occurred in my stomach. I realized I had never appreciated my sister for the good things she had done for me, only for the bad

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

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.