The Greatest Gift The Universe Ever Gifted

Have you ever had someone buy you something and it become the greatest gift you've ever received? When my parents brought me my dog Goober home they didn't just buy me a dog, they bought me my new best friend. Goober has become the best thing to ever happen to me in my whole life. He's my whole world, and I wouldn't change it for anything. He's my other half, knows when I'm upset and would die for me.

“It is time to remember that old wisdom our soldiers will never forget: that whether we are black or brown or white, we all bleed the same red blood of patriots, we all enjoy the same glorious freedoms, and we all salute the same great American Flag,” Donald trump. What does this say to you? I think this says loud and clear that Americans all have the same freedoms no matter the color.

One of America’s greatest gift is education. Nelson Mandela once said, “ Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world.” The quote means the more education you have you can use your education help other people. Education means a lot to me cause my parents didn’t have the education they wanted, so they want that education for me. In America, we have the right to get a free education. In many countries kids at the age of ten or twelve have to quit school to support their family. America has a ton of scholarships for the people that can’t afford to go to college; America also has a wide range of fields one to suit each type of person.

In our lives, we're touched by many people with whom we come into contact in our daily interaction. Some of these people become our close friends and influence who we are. In this journal, I will speak about the closest friend I have.

What is a gift? Some might say, a gift is something someone gives you that is free. The type of gift America has was brutally won. This gift is freedom which I think is the greatest gift that America gave to my generation.

Although Olivia had friends, she spent her time thinking about how she needed someone or something to confide in. One morning Olivia woke up and said, “ I love waking up to the sounds of nature. In my opinion nature is the most beautiful song. If only I had a best friend to share the wonderful sound of nature with.”

When I go to my friend’s house the smell of snickerdoodle cookies fill the air. When I go into the house I see her mom working hard to make the cookies perfect. I tell her hello and that she doesn’t have to make cookies every time I come over to her house; even though I really want her to. The cookies smell bitter at first, but when she puts them into the oven it smells like heaven. Her mom washes her hands and gives me a big hug, and I feel at home. Me and my friend work on homework while we wait for the cookies to come out of the oven. We talk about how excited we are to go play basketball and how amazing the cookies smell. We hear the timer go off and we rush toward the kitchen. Her mom comes in the room and takes out the cookies. The cookies

My horse Scooby I had her for 10 years and raised her myself. She meant the world to me and was my giant puppy as I would say. She was my black beauty but she was a smaller horse perfect for smaller kids. I rode her everyday which is why we were so close together and why she meant the world to me. We have been through literal hell and back together… She was an abused horse, I was an

She passed her mother and father in the living room, as she walked to the front door. They looked up and saw her, smiling and waving at her. She opened the door and took a breathful of fresh air, closing her eyes for a moment. She let it out, opening her eyes once more, and looked towards the forest. As she scanned the the forest line, she thought she saw a shadow flicker and a tall man in a black suit and red tie standing there, but it disappeared as soon as she saw it. She wanted to see what it was, but then she remembered the rumors about the place. How it was dangerous, scary, and dark. How there were creatures and anyone who went in, never came back out. She shook her head and walked down the street, greeting everybody she knew and smiling cheerfully. She skipped to her favorite place, a tall, beautiful tree that stood next to a small, clear blue pond. She climbed up the tree, even though her mother told her many times that a lady never climbs trees, and sat down on a slim, sturdy branch, where she had a view of the entire park. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the sunlight reflecting off something. She turned to look and this time, she saw a boy and a dog, standing under the

Slobber on your face, fur covering your black pants, mud being tracked in from outside, a giant furry being jumping on you when you enter the house, this can only mean one thing, a dog. Dogs are not only one of the most common pets, but they are also beloved by many people. Some people will even refer to their dog as their best friend, their companion, or the thing that brightens their day. It is evident that dogs have such a profound effect on people, and since I grew up around dogs, they had a profound effect on me too. However, it is not just my dog’s life that changed me, it was losing her that altered my perspective on life and death.

One day my friend Kayla and her mom came by my house. It was a pleasant spring day in my hometown of Batesville. Kayla’s mom drove a blue Explorer. When they arrived, I almost did not recognize who they were because I was used to seeing Kayla’s mom’s old red car. As Kayla and her mom came up the sidewalk, my mom greeted them with welcoming arms. When Kayla and her mom came in and sat down in our living room downstairs, my mom brought out the warm chocolate chip cookies that she had made just thirty minutes before. Kayla’s mom says, “Annette these are delicious. Where did you get the recipe from?”. She was very pleased with my mom’s cookies. When Kayla tasted her cookie she said, “JaClara these cookies taste like the ones Mrs. Shields brought

One night, when we were sipping our wines in front of the fire, she confided me her biggest heartbreak: First, she told me how she did not feel loved by her mother as a child. Her mother always kept her -a year or so- younger sister above her. Crystal was very close to her father. Her father gave her extra love and attention that her mother would not give. When Crystal was a young child, her father gave her a puppy. As years passed, Crystal, her father and the puppy bonded deeply. Crystal’s father died when she was 17, shortly before she left home for college. She had a very tough time that year. When she came home for the summer, she found that her mother had given her puppy away. Her mother refused to tell where the puppy went. Instead, she said something like this:

Do you remember the first time you were truly happy? Filled with joy and hope on what was to come? The first time I experienced this feeling came on a Christmas Morning when Santa successfully delivered the one present on my reasonably small wish list .

My dog Tumtum - you might say to yourself: “He is just a dog why would you be grateful for him?” He is not just any dog - he will always be there for you no matter what. One time, I was very upset and was all alone in my room. I was crying. I felt like I was falling apart. All of the sudden, I heard a scratching noise. I opened my door and looked down to see Tumtum! I slid back up to my bed and continued

It started one bright day in November. Oak tree leaves fell like raindrops as I flow down the long curvy road that lead to the same boring high school. It was a Tuesday when I saw Janice Marie Calloway. She was wearing a pink sweater with a splash of purple. The jeans that she wore held onto every curve she had. Her caramel brown eyes made my heart skip a