The day had that perfect quality you always associate with childhood memories. I was eight, maybe nine, at the time of this particular memory, a small, ponytailed, freckled child with dirty legs and dirtier arms and face, full of energy and hope all children possess when looking forward to playing with other children. The sun shone through marshmallow-like clouds, and although it was only early afternoon, the tar road had started to bubble under my feet. The ponies tethered at the side of the road nickered at me in hope of an apple, but I was in too much of a hurry to oblige.
Johnny, my equally dirty playmate, met me at the end of their driveway, his grin gaping where his big brother, Eddie, had accidentally knocked out his
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The darkness was cryptlike after the brilliant sunshine, and the only relief came from small cracks in the weatherbeaten boards, cracks caused by the shrinking, stretching, then shrinking, season after season. There, bright sunlight stole in sending golden streaks throughout the barn. Straw dust swirled and danced in these streaks, creating a magical effect.
"I'll race you up!" Johnny screeched, heading for the only good ladder. This forced me to dash in the opposite direction to the makeshift ladder consisting only of wooden two-by-fours nailed to the wall. I climbed as quickly as I could, stubbing my toes and feeling splinters bite into my palms in the process, always careful to avoid the open wiring where I'd seen a multitude of birds land and be instantly barbecued. Reaching the top of the loft, I teetered across the loose board nestled across the levels of cement floor ten or twelve feet below, leapt across the hole in the floorboards where Eddie used to drop kittens, "Just to see if they'd really land feet first every time," cautiously avoided stepping on the rusty nail my sister, Paula, had once rammed through her foot, and reached to pull John up the last rung of his ladder into the loft.
"I let you win," he ungraciously stated before his allergies got the better of him and he erupted in a sneezing fit. He then wiped his steaming eyes and nose on the
It was a hot, searing day as the sun beat down on my skin. The lush green palm trees provided me shade as I sat and observed my surroundings. Children, barefoot and dirty, wearing tattered and stained clothes were running around laughing and playing. Their joyous giggles put a smile on my face and warmed my heart as I watched them.
Growing up, many young boys idolized the war heroes in movies such as Saving Private Ryan and American Sniper. However, in the poem "Tunnels," Yusef Komunyakaa portrays the theme of the true fear and lack of purpose experienced by the American soldiers who fought in the Vietnam War. This was done by showing the reader that any mistake could easily result in the death of a soldier. Through his use of poetic form and structure, figurative language, and diction Komunyakaa is able to effectively convey his theme.
Some people believe that lies will always be bitter in the end, no matter how sweet you make them in the beginning. In William Gass’ The Tunnel, he expounds the validity of this belief by taking the reader on an emotionally evolving journey, as he recounts the self-realization of a young boy, who’s frightening lie unravels in front of not only his own eyes, but also the readers. Gass successfully enriches this story with striking imagery, symbolism, and comparisons; exposing how no matter how sweet you make a lie in the beginning, it will always turn bitter in the end.
Which answer is right? They both seem right. I must have been wrong the first time; nope, I was right the first time. I wish I stuck with my first answer. This idea of following your intuition is stressed in the novel Tunnels by Roderick Gordon. When Will and his friend Chester get trapped in an underground city after Will’s father disappears and gets trapped, Will is in for a shock. Already skeptical about this underground city and the people in it, Will can’t believe it when he is told that his family is from here. As illustrated in this book and in life, always trust your instincts.
People often learn a lot about themselves through their own decisions and struggles. “Through the Tunnel” by Doris Lessing is about an eleven-year-old boy named Jerry. During vacation in France, the boy and his mother enjoy themselves daily by the shore. The boy wants to imitate the French boys who swim through a challenging tunnel, and he overcomes this challenge eventually. Form the safe beach to the tunnel, Jerry’s maturity is tested. The setting in “Through the Tunnel” has an impact on the characters, the plot, and the symbols.
Mr. D. H. has a fascinating memory about his childhood, although he doesn’t remember his time as a toddler. One of the very first statements he made to me about his childhood was, “When I grew up, life as a child was a whole lot different than it is now” (D.H., personal communication, September 26, 2016). He was born in Troy, Ohio but the majority of his family stayed in Cleveland, including his grandmother, his aunt and uncle. Mr. H. began to reminiscence about a trip my uncle had taken him on, a couple years ago, “My son took me back to Troy and we found the house I use to live in. It looked so big when I was a kid, running down the big hills and the yard and stuff, but when I went there wasn’t no big hill
The night before had brought a starless night with rain, but daybreak cracked through on a promising Saturday morning. The sky awoke with clouds dissipating. Hues of indigo beckoned the light between the black sky and the blue. Fog clung to the rolling hills while the varnished sun lit up the fields. In the distance, a faint sound rumbled over the quiet wisps still hanging in the air.
“The dust from the roads fluffed up and spread out and fell on the weeds beside the fields, and fell into the fields a little way. now the wind grew strong and hard and it worked at the rain crust in the corn fields. Little by little the sky was darkened by the mixing dust, and the wind felt over the earth, loosened the dust, and carried it away. The wind grew stronger. The rain crust broke and the dust lifted up out of the fields and drove gray plumes into
“There is always a light at the end of a tunnel.” according to Demi lovato This quote is saying that people should continue to walk through life because perseverance will prevail. This quote pertains to It’s kind of a funny story because the main character Craig has mental issues that he has to overcome. This book is one of many books that someone wanted to ban even though this book teaches students many valuable lessons that can be used in real life. For example, in It’s kind of a funny story, Craig realizes he’s going through problems and he realizes that he needs help, which students can see it’s okay to ask for help.
It was a bleak summer’s evening with the shadows deepening on a path that ambled down between bitternut hickory trees and then cut sideways across a field of tiny green grapevines. There was a wind beginning, small gusts that rattled the fence posts and set the dandelions dancing in unison on the broad expanse of lawn. Rain spotted our shirts and glistened on our nylon backpacks.
I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since
Throught the tunnel, a story that has multiple symbolic statements, the most important one , the tunnel. This story tells us about a boy who We could say blood was spilt that day at thee bay. “-his nose bled so badly that he turned dizzy and had to lie limply over the big rock like a bit of seaweed,” (382). Blood in this story and in every other story symbolizes effort, risk, warning, caution.
In the middle of everything a small barn stands. Made of cement brick that is crumbling at the corners and a tin roof hiding a loft full of hay. The square wooden door that opens the loft to the outside has a small round hole where a golf ball took the wrong path. Dust swirls in the air inside, making shapes in the sunlight. Opening the gate with a squeak and a bang, I stroll onto
A number of "traffic calming" measures were introduced, but this did not solve the problem. In fact those changes created numerous disruptions, increased traffic congestion, and provoked a large number of complaints from road users. The CCT has started to attract significant political attention, negative media and a strong resistance by the community. So what went wrong? It is evident that CKI and its partners need to act quickly and implement a plan that could allow them to get this project back on track and achieve the project goals.
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.