The Best Day Of My Life

I woke up and rustled all my things together and jetted down stairs. I see my mom across the room eating her favorite cereal, Lucky Charms. I slugged around the kitchen still half-awake trying to find a bowl, cereal, and milk. Then I heard a whistle and realized she had my breakfast ready on the table. I sat across from her on the table. The scent of perfume hit my nose, it smelled fruity. Her hair was combed back into a sleek bun. She was wearing a formal white shirt and a black skirt and some heels. I slurped the last of the milk as she was almost out the door. I walked outside and ran to the car. I opened the door and got inside. It was 7:59 am.

Roosevelt once described his service in the Spanish-American War as “the great day of my life” (www.nps.com). Roosevelt’s incredible leadership ability was first put to the test and demonstrated during the Battle of Las Guasimas as he braved a hail of enemy fire from horseback and led his men to a flanking position that broke the back of the Spanish forces and sent them into retreat. Following this action, Col. Wood was promoted to General, and Roosevelt was promoted to Colonel, giving him command of the 1st Volunteer Cavalry Regiment. Las Guasimas was a defining moment in Roosevelt’s life; however the greatest of these moments was no doubt at the Battle of San Juan Heights. Pinned down by heavy enemy fire, Roosevelt mounted his horse and cried “Are you afraid to stand up, when I am on horseback,” (www.artofmanliness.com) as he charged headlong into the fire and up Kettle Hill. After taking the first hill, Roosevelt saw that the American effort on the adjacent San Juan Hill was faltering, and he once again rallied his men for one final assault on the Spanish position. The following description of Roosevelt’s action is from his Medal of Honor citation, which was awarded posthumously in 2001.

A usual morning started with my mom saying, “My little sun, get up! It’s time to do great things!” When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that beautiful face in the lights of the sun. A lady, who always entranced me with her beautiful smile and clear green eyes, was unusually nervous. I stood up from my bed, and the next thing I noticed was beautiful black uniform on my chair. Having an idea to what that uniform would lead, I decided to pretend there was nothing to worry about. My mom said she was going to make a breakfast for me, so she went out of my room. It seemed to be a usual morning, but everything was unusual. A few minutes later I decided that my breakfast must be 100% ready. Walking down stairs of our huge house, I saw my parents quietly

I once heard a quote that T. Roosevelt said. It started with “Believe you can and you’re halfway there.” I have believed and my life has been already halfway there. On a cool spring day, on May 25, 2005 I was welcomed to the world. I was born an identical twin at 2:29 PM. I was born first. I was referred to as Baby A before I was born. I weighed 6lbs 12oz and 18 ¾ inches. I had to be in the nursery for 12 hours to get more oxygen. I was named after Jada Pinkett Smith. My mom decided on the name and my sister picked me to be named Jada. Many of our family and friends came to hold and see me. That was a day I will never forget.

“If you want to live a happy life tie it to a goal, not to people or things.” I think to myself as my dad yells up the stairs. “C’mon Mer, get ready,” his fruity voice echoes throughout the halls, booming as if he had a microphone. Echoing off the walls and filling the entire upstairs with his deep voice. Today is the day, my greatest dream and goal finally comes true. The day that dad finally lets me tag along on one of his missions for work. I’ve been nine for about seven months and he said I was finally ready. He didn’t even get to go out on a mission with his father till he was twelve. That means I’m way more advanced than him I don’t even try to be modest when I mention it practically every other second. This is literally the best day of my life! I don’t see how anything will ever top this, and the day has just begun.

This day has been the longest day. I have been looking forward to going out trick or treating with all of my friends for weeks and finally it is tonight. But could the clock go any slower, ticktock, ticktock. I really believe the clock is going as slow as a turtle. It is finally Thursday, the thirty-first of October, but I really don't believe it is ever going to be six o'clock in the evening. At least it is a nice night out and no rain in the forecast. You couldn't ask for a better night to go trick or treating than this magnificent 70 degree evening. I guess, I might as well get into my costume and be ready when all of my friends meet in front of my house.

I cannot remember the most important day of my life. When the first airplane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center, my mom was in her classroom with kindergarten students, looking at innocent faces and wondering how she will answer their questions. My dad’s heart sunk in his chest and clenched his wallet, where his military ID was safely tucked away. To this day, the people of America can recall where they were during the first attack on American soil since Pearl Harbor, but I cannot. I was probably taking a nap in my grandpa’s arms, wrapped in a blanket of security. He might have held me closer, rough hands tenderly stroking my hair, as the black smoke filled the television screen. If I squirmed, restless in sleep, he would have comforted me. “Shh, you’re okay,” he whispered, hoping that was not a lie.

Tic! Tic! Tic! Jerry was about to go down. The best moment of his life. His best friend was right next to him about to experience the same as he. Ah! It was all a dream. He woke up and ran downstairs ready to munch on some breakfest. He saw his mom making bacon and eggs (his favorite). After he ate his breakfast he was excited to get a call from his best friend John who had a lot of questions.Finally John asked,“Can you go to the amusement park today?”

The next day came around the corner and it happened to be a school day so I had to get ready. After I got dressed I went to my mom’s 2009 Chevy Suburban and went to school. 12 hours later I was home, My dad had to go on a business trip to Alabama and my mom had to run some

Saturday, a day beloved by many due to its relaxing nature. I would think a Saturday like this one, would be the ideal day to remain home, far from the anomalously large crowds gathering downtown for the 150th Canada Day celebration, however, I knew going was inevitable. Regardless of whether it was willingly or not, I was going. My grandmother’s sister’s husband’s brother’s daughter's daughter (who I will refer to as my ‘aunt’ (though she is more like a distant cousin)), her husband (my ‘uncle’), and her 2 daughters (my ‘cousins’) had come all the way from a suburb in the United States for this day and consequently, my mother would not allow me to remain home.

The worst day of my life was August 8th, 2016. Strangely enough, it was the last ten minutes of the day too. At 11:50pm, I learned of the death of one of my closest friends, Harvey Bell III. Harvey was riding his bike when he was struck and killed by a teenage driver. Harvey was seventeen years old. The woman who killed him wasn’t drunk, nor was she texting. To this day, I still don’t know how she hit him, but I and everyone he knows must accept that it happened.

I woke up to pots banging followed by the melody of Karyn White’s Superwoman. I stretched and started my day. I made my way downstairs to see my mother singing her heart out with the wooden spoon. My nose smelled the turkey necks and sazon simmering all the way from my room. “Good morning boo” she greeted. I gave her a hug and said “morning mommy”. She handed me a list and told me to get the supplies from the cabinet. I had to clean the bathrooms, sweep and mop, clean the mirrors, clean my room, and vacuum from top to bottom. I felt like Cinderella as I played “we belong together” on my ipod. I cleaned and cleaned until all I could smell was lavender fabuloso. As I made my way downstairs to put the supplies up my Aunt bunny and Uncle Benny busted through the door loud as usually looking for me to smother me with hugs and kisses. She begins to tell me how big I’ve gotten since she’s seen me last. She begins a conversation with my mother as she finishes topping the baked macaroni and cheese with a few extra shreds.

I grew up with the essentials; food, water, family in addition to the squad of Barbie dolls. I genuinely never wanted to be an adult. I enjoyed eating sugary food that would provide me with a boost of energy and toys that came to life with my powerful imagination. Friday’s were my favorite day of the week growing up. I would spring out of bed with glee, not worried about anything except which beanie baby will accompany me on my adventures. I grabbed my puppy bear beanie baby, Autumn. The house filled with the aroma of bacon, so we jolt out of my room and into our favorite chairs we went. A plate of cut up waffles drowned in syrup quickly entered my mouth, the warmness of the waffles soothed my rumbling stomach. I pleaded with excitement,

Another day of school, another day trying not to go brain dead as the flood of knowledge I may or may not use for the rest of my life come rushing in. Everyday just seems to blend in with each other with slight deviations. Each class, I go sit closest to the front of the classroom so I can pay better attention to the lessons. Not like I necessarily have any friends I can sit in the back with to just talk and snicker with as the teacher talks. Besides, I need to try to go beyond just getting an average grade, I want to actually exceed.

On a starry winter night in 2008, a call came from my father reporting that he would be making a visit to my family within the next week. Hearing this news caused chills to rush through my body. I was finally about to see my father after four long years. I was only six years old when he left. The day of his visit came and went like time in an hourglass. However, I can still recall every single detail pertaining that day and his visit. The atmosphere was filled with joy and excitement. I remember a tall, brown man walking in the house wearing an all-black suit. This style of clothing was very new to us because we’d never seen it before, but it brought a sense of professionalism. I also remember he brought us plenty of items from the U.S which appeared to us as jewels because we’d never seen anything like them. My eyes spotted some chocolate in one of the bags and suddenly there was a pleasing scent of chocolate all over the house. The chocolate had a smooth and rich taste; it was as if I had experienced the most exquisite delicacy ever known to mankind.