The Summer With A Broken Leg

Character traits in books are a very essential element and without them, books would not be books. They provide people with an example that they may follow in order to live a good life. Some books serve as life lessons to show people how some characteristics can bring downfall to some people if they do not follow the rules. Throughout Last Days of Summer, by Steve Kluger, the characters possess many characteristics that can help us in our everyday life, most importantly, patience.

My summer of 2017 consisted of visiting places all over the United States such as New York City, Washington D.C., and Florida. Not only did traveling this summer teach me new things, but it also made me go outside my comfort zone and experience new things. This was single-handedly the best summer of my life and wish I could relive it over again.

Ow! Mom can we go to the doctor, I think i broke my wrist. More than one million people world wide break there wrist a year. How did i break my wrist, You know how hard it is to use your arm when its broke.

Further, when he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. Last year, running on ice, slipped felt and snapped my tibia. Slipping on ice, is the most uncool thing that can happen. My leg broke so easily, because I just had a growth spurt. More, it happen after I jumped over a puddle, when I landed my right leg bend and snapped.

You can walk, stop being a baby, “POP.” It was a warm Friday in Graham Washington, and me,my brothers and their friends were playing football at the park and let's just say it did not go well for me.

All of my past summers have always followed the same path, but this year summer took a different path. This summer was more about surviving than having fun. They have always been about spending time with friends, sleeping, and just relaxing. When you are a kid that is what summer is all about, but as you get older it changes. This summer I had to juggle more than just friends and fun. I had to juggle work, practice, training, and just trying to hang with my friends.

Hey guys Artisy here how are all of you doing? I hope well. So I know this chapter is late, but I needed some time for family issues that are going, on, for me and my EOG is next week, so I've been really busy, but dont worry summer is coming soon, so more chapters yay, and hopeful I'll be able to finish one of my books during the summer because I have, so many story ideas, and ones that are in progress, but enough about that let's get onto the story, and please comment what you think about what happens in the chapter.

“I think it’s better to break a man’s leg than his heart,” said George Woolf. A broken leg can always heal,where a heart needs more than a cast to repair itself. Red was a broken man with little to look forward to, but he found hope. Throughout a series of incidents he regained his strength, with not only his body, but with his mind. Red possessed heart and he found his purpose to live again. There is no guarantee in life, but it is our right to follow our dreams and that was exactly what Red

I am being transported in a chinook chopper as a rescue team for the survivors of operation redwing. All of the sudden I see a taliban soldier holding an RPG looks right at my helicopter and fires. The rocket zooms across the mountain and hits the helicopter. A blast of heat knocked me backward and out of the helicopter. I land into the mountain side as I see my helicopter crash into the mountain side. Soon enough I am rolling down the hill until I strike a rock. I am sitting on top of a cave and I hear coughing inside the cave. In fear of my life I thought it was the taliban, but when I come around the corner I see one of the soldiers I came to rescue. I sigh with relief and lean against the wall of the cave. But I did not have too much of a break from the action. I heard foot steps of two people on top of the cave. Me and marcus have our rifles pointed at the entrance of the cave. Four black beady eyes see us in the cave and we put 3 rounds in each of their heads.

Summer of 2011. Sun is bright as ever, and the humidity starts roaring. It was 11 am in Orlando, Florida and I’m finally at so called “the happiest place in the world.” Disney World is the name. Once entering, balloons, parades, and screaming from the roller coaster hits you. I myself was with joy that my dreams have come true. Even the few souvenirs at the gift shop got me hyped.

We’re only several days away from 2017 and I’m sure we can all agree that 2016 was a really, almost unbearably, long and turbulent year for many of us. We’ve been graced with everything ranging from people becoming dogs on Snapchat to Vine being shutdown and lets not forget McDonalds introduced a 24-hours breakfast menu. Although 2016 was the worst we’re going to recap on all the good and bad things this year has given us incase you forgot.

With summer almost over, I can't help but look back on the past few months. Mid-May I was completely blindfolded, I dived into the summer months without any goals or any idea of what it would bring.

The idea of having a broken or injured limb always interested me. Everyone always gave the person with the injury so much attention and you were able to get out of participating in certain activities which I thought was the coolest thing. But once it actually happens to you, it’s a nightmare. You are unable to participate in the things you enjoy most. You can’t go out and do much. You’re constantly drained of any energy you have. This injury has pushed me closer to insanity more times than I can count but it has also strengthened me. I learn to persevere with the pain and remember in my mind that this is only a temporary thing. Approaching my

The 2011 Coretta Scott King Author Award was awarded to One Crazy Summer by Rita Williams-Garcia. Narrated by eleven-year-old Delphine, this story is set in 1968 in Oakland, California. The topics in this book include the Black Panther Party, child abandonment, and cultural differences; however, these are all told from a child’s point-of-view.

Back in the day, when I remember of me being a child and it was one of the best moment I could think of my childhood that happened in the summer, where good time start it and not too far off that it sound it like that we played in the water and we figured since it is a bit hot outside i was going to six flags and having some fun with our family and friend having an enjoyable time. Few things I would say about my childhood was also the summer time, when the sun was hitting my body my mom used to worry about me a lot so I would not get dark so she would tell me to put sunscreen on all the time even on my face and in front of my friends but back when I was little I did not get what or why she was saying that but now I get it on why. Sometime when I didn’t wear the slippers my feet would burn like I was walking in a fried pan but I were to just walk in grass with my wet feet and then a few seconds later same thing happens again so it was not point of walking in the grass but I still walked. I closed my eyes one time because my mom used to surprise me with friends coming over, going to swimming and having a picnic and playing with the park dogs, it would be so much fun but we had this curfew time to get back home and the only annoying thing was the bugs and bees around us that were biting out skins off and making us scratch and the dirt we use in or the mud that we use to make sand castles out of at the beach. I tried to look up and see if I would be getting some shade anytime