Story Of The First Time I Had A Dad

day I was sitting on the couch playing games and texting my friends on my phone, and then my dad came home and was knocking on the door. I opened it and saw him in an army suit. I asked him why are you in an army suit. “ I’m in an army suit because I joined the army” My dad said. I ran in my room and was crying. I was thinking in my head he will die, he will leave for 1 or more year, and he will never come back. My dad started knocking on my room door. “can you open up, please”.My dad said. I said

 2013     Formal Writing Assignment #1 At first I thought none of these stories related to me, but then I thought that maybe it didn’t have to be exactly the same, it could be parts of the story. So I started thinking of similar problems. At first it was hard because in my house the only problems we really have are things such as “who finished the milk?” “Who made this mess?” At first at didn’t think of one these problems because my dad doesn’t live with us. One of them doesn’t affect me

Our Story It was late January on Sunday 25th. A lovely warm evening, out on a property in Victoria. Our friends were enjoying their night ahead of an exciting filled day to come. Tomorrow brought a fun day on the water. The boat had been packed that afternoon along with the equipment for water skiing, knee boarding and tubing. As this day was around the corner all three kids went to bed at 9pm to be prepared for action. As time flew by it was 10pm, the parents were still enjoying a beer on the veranda

Hamsters ~ Keil Fehlberg ~ 11-28-2016 I sat down to interview my father, soon to find out how intrigued I was about my dad’s stories. It was late at night, about 7:00 PM. I had asked my dad if I could interview him, and he excitedly accepted. We sat down on the leather, red couch and I slipped out my interview questions. I decided ahead of time to write the questions I was going to write about. I chose to ask about his interactions with his childhood pets, so I then looked him in the eye and asked

Ice break - English essay Ice Break is a short story written by Astrid Blodgett. The story is told in a first person narrator and is from the main character Dawn's perspective. Dawn are at a ice fishing trip with her dad and her younger sister when the car falls into the water and her dad tries to safe them. The story is about a girl named Dawn and her family. Dawn, her father and her younger sister are going to ice fish with their uncle Rick as a family tradition. Her mother doesn't want go

scared that you didn't know what to do. Well I have and i'm here to tell you about my story. My story is about the summer that my dad had a heart attack. On july 20th 2016 my father had a heart attack.This is how the day went before the event. I was over at my friends house and when my dad came to take me and my friend to his house her mom said to me “Do you know if your dad is sick because he looks kind of sick”. When my friend and I got home my dad decided to mow the lawn. It was like 90-100

I decided long ago that my parent’s love story is worth writing about. My mom grew up in the same red-bricked house most of her life in Richland, Washington. She grew up with eight siblings (she being number six)- three sisters and five brothers. Grandpa Nelson was an engineer, along with the rest of the people who lived on that street- most of them being members of the church. Grandma Nelson was a stay at home mom and raised my amazing aunts and uncles. My dad was raised in a military family and

Gary Paulsen once said”I owe everything I am and everything I will ever be to books”. Since Gary Paulsen  always grew up around books he has learned and showed that he is masterful at transporting the reader to the story. In the story “Stop The Sun” the author Gary Paulsen uses specific word choice and simile  to develop the characters and the relationship In the story”Stop The Sun” Gary Paulsen makes the reader feel like because Terry's father had taken him to the hardware store and Terry went to

is very forgetful, but he can still tell the story of the night he came to America. His forgetfulness bothers him though, and he relates to his visiting grown grandson (his favorite) how a few years back he returned to the old neighborhood and found it virtually gone, nothing familiar, even some of the streets he knew no longer existed. He tells his grandson in a bewildered and still thickly accented voice, “If I knew things would no longer be here, I would have tried to remember better.” He does

As a kid I had always lived in well diversified areas. I didn't care who you were or what you looked like, I was raised to treat everyone the same. I wasn't personally exposed to the idea of inequality until I was in middle school. I had always imagined that everyone just had jobs and lived their daily lives. I didn't quite grasp the extent of the idea that people can die, be homeless, be criminals, or racists. I also didn't grasp how great the people of our society can be. That was until my parents