Sunny Hill Burro Essay

Burro Genius is story about the life of Victor Villasenor showing how he overcame racism at school and his difficulties in reading to become a famous writer.

One of the houses was Deep South looking; run down and bare of any organized growth, i.e. landscaping. It was just a large rectangle— greatly in need of paint and repair. And, this house just happened to be near the heart of The Town of Smithtown, right in the cross roads of the historic area of the celebrated main street. But, in hindsight, perhaps this dwelling was a part of that history—a reminder of the history that had its good and bad; the well to do and the have nots, with some of the have nots, not having because the haves didn’t want them to.

“Bunker Hill, was the bloodiest battle of the Revolutionary war in america,” states the World Book. “More than 1,000 British Soldiers and about 400 American colonist were killed or wounded.”(pg. 699) This paper is about the British defeating the Americans at Bunker Hill. It will show the causes, the leaders, the events, and the effects of the battle.

The adventurous family thought they finally found the perfect settling house on Little Hobart Street that could eventually lead to them building their dream home. Like all the previous homes they lived in, however, it started to fall apart. They lost air conditioning, heat, and parts of the house started to fall off. It got to the point Jeannette proclaimed, “If I had woken up one morning with a raging fever, I would never have admitted it to Mom. Being sick meant having to stay home in our freezing house instead of a toasty classroom” (Walls 177).

The house sat on the mostly yellow, dead grass of street in Perry Iowa. It of course held memories just like many other houses, but this one tried hard to forget the memories. It was once a yellow like the dead grass it sits upon now. The newly painted blue on the house was a fresh start to the house – making new memories – but just like the ones forgotten they drown in the blue color. It’s an unforgettable house, unforgettable like the memories it produced.

The roof looked battered and dilapidated. The roof was pointy, like the point on a witch’s hat. The roof sloped at odd angles. So much so that you would look at it and wonder, what would happen if you skied off the roof in the winter? The house had droopy, wooden shutters on the windows that were hung crookedly on purpose. The house was a yellow beige color with odd leadlight

"Boom! Pow! Sounds that are immediately followed by Ahh's and cheers. For most of us these sounds are all too familiar at annual 4th of July firework celebrations. However, what would a 4th of July celebration be without the glimmering colors of our nation. People all over our country are able to share in the excitement of fireworks partly due to the effects of one element. The glow of a child’s face from “Glow in the dark” paint is able to work - again- because of the effects of one element. However, the feelings of happiness and pleasure are not constricted to only the red glow of paints and flares. This amazing element is also able to bring pleasure and

The sky went dark, the first firework lights up the sky with its heart shaped, bright red show. As they went

The sky was lit up with blended colors of orange, red and yellow. The contrast created between the dark waters and the luminous sky makes the horizon look like a meeting of two worlds. The outer edges of the blazing sky have begun to cool with the indigo of the night, as it slowing sinks away. Before we knew it, it was pitch black dark and all you heard was a big pop, bang and boom. A soon as the firework popped in the sky, different colors lit up the sky. Fountain of colorful sparks, racing into the dark night sky. Crackling fire crackers creating a rhythm of sound. The ocean acting like a mirror, reflecting the colors of the fireworks on across the water. Everyone’s face lit up with excitement as the fireworks, pop and seen a glare of light across the sky. Kids running around with sparkles and roman candles, holding them up to the sky as they shot our like rockets toward the sky. The fireworks went on and on for about another fifteen minutes and we all called it a

In a town, with a population of 50, lies a small dwelling coated with multiple turtle statues, an acre of land, a variety of butterfly gardens belonging to my grandparents, however that house carries many memories and cherished moments from my childhood. The forty-five-minute drive filled with sweet triumph to sour defeat from the license plate game with my younger sister, allowed me to pass the time until we arrived to outspread arms from our loving and caring grandparents. Inside, a wonderful aroma of lavender and food boiling on the stove that served us dinner, rams into you like a train as soon as you open the door. Looking now, memories of all the accidents my sisters and I got into, from paint streaks of a vast paint

“On the outskirts of town, within the verge of the peninsula, but not in close vicinity to any other habitation, there was a small thatched cottage. It had been built by an earlier settler, and abandoned because the soil about it was too sterile for cultivation, while its comparative remoteness put it out of the sphere of that social activity which already marked the habits of the emigrants. It stood on the shore, looking across a basin of the sea at the forest-covered hills toward the west.”

The house had been abandoned in the great depression. When the land around it had become a dust bowl there had been no point in staying or trying to sell. The roof now sagged in the middle and were it not for a hole that let the pooled water escape, it would have caved in long ago. The paint that had been white was not so peeled off that it looked out of place amid the dark of rotting wood. The windows were boarded up by the family who thought they would return one day. it was a fine house in it's day, but for most of it's life it had only sheltered insects and the occasional bird. Even the once glossy stairs were too weak to bare weight. Inside was dank, gloomy, cold. The furniture, untouched in decades, was decaying and frayed. The floor

The fireworks are happening as Big Daddy and Big Mama are arguing about their turbulent status as a married couple. Big Daddy thinks that his wife does not truly love him. Meanwhile, Big Mama’s loyalty to her husband is evident that she truly loves him in spite of all the chaos. While the light is used as a symbol of success and prosperity, the fireworks interrupts the darkness going on in the household. Brick and his father are fighting about his drinking amidst all the pain that Big Daddy is suffering.

Close your eyes and imagine looking at the beautiful Disney castle lit in shades of red, green, blue, and pink then POW! Fireworks of every shape and color start shooting into the dark sky in the background. Some were just straight lines of neon colors; others were all shapes and white. While watching them I was just in complete awe. All of the colors almost make you want to squint, but you just have to keep watching to see what colors and shapes come next. Just as you think the show is over there comes another round. The explosive beauty makes it seem as if it were day light in the dead of night.

The Mexican tile roofs jump out at your eyes, until the gorgeous iron gates of other estates snatch your attention. I can at times be overwhelmed with the feast before my eyes. My favorite structure by far is the towering ruins of the old sugar plantation. The words ruins, sugar, and plantation alone are enough to conjure up the most fascinating stories within ones imagination. I can see the bones of an age past; still standing before me to mourn, and dream about. I live in a grouping of villas where a restaurant and pool facilities are being constructed. I smell fresh sawn mahogany as the carpenters make bars, counters, and doors. I hear stone masons chipping at tiles, and the scraping sounds as they pull out the mortar to lay them.