The Wise Man Once Said

So at age 6 Jack surprised him with a dirt bike. He would stay out and ride figure eight’s in their backyard all day. But after a while the mini bike had gotten old and as soon as age 11 rolled around and he found himself racing his first BMX race. He continued racing BMX for most of his childhood. He had a couple used dirt bikes here and there but nothing special. He competed in BMX for about 3 years. He had won several championships and was good enough to hold a sponsor and race for a race team. This was where his whole career was starting and he didn’t even know it. In 1985, age fourteen Jack bought him a brand new YZ80. Soon as that 80 came into view Jeremy through the BMX bikes into the back of the garage. He started racing at the local track right around the corner. Racing was great for him because he got to meet a lot of riders that would push to win, and that’s who you want to ride with. He was winning all the 80 races and was now traveling around California beating all his competitors.

I could hear the worry in my mom’s voice and I got even more scared. Then my mom put a towel on my head and when she took it off, it was covered in blood. She told my dad we needed to get

When you’re young, there’s little that surpasses the love of a boy and his bike. From the first time experiencing the freedom of pedal-powered independence to exploring the mysteries of your neighborhood, there’s nothing else like it. It’s pure, unadulterated freedom of exploration — a feeling that Jimmy Hallyburton has managed to carry with him since the first time his sneaker hit pedal.

My dad participated in many outdoors activities when he came to Canada in the eighties.

My dad was what you’d call a “big, tough guy”. He never cried, and very seldom did he show much emotion at all. He took a minute to compose himself and got straight to the point. He told us that my cousin Mackenzie, my best friend ever since I was a baby, had been killed. She was at a different campground in Spooner, Wisconsin, when the storm broke off the top of a tree. Mackenzie was playing on a playground, just a little girl on the swings on what started out as just a normal Friday, when she heard the crack of that tree and started running. It fell on top of her and killed her on impact. The doctors said the hit cracked her skull and she died

Smack!! Just like that the semi hit us. I saw my dad in the driver's seat and my mom in the passenger's seat, her brown hair covered in blood holding my dad's bloody hand I look over at my brother Henly not a mark on his beautiful red hair. Then I looked down, I was like my brother, not a mark on my blond hair. I heard the ambulance pull up so I got out of the car and stated to the nice man, “I was okay but my parents are bleeding and my brother isn't responsive.”

I was four year old little boy anxiously waiting for my dad and grandpa with my first dirt bike. When they did come home my grandpa said “So this is what it feels like in the middle of the summer in Friendswood, TX.” The day a Fifty four speed red Honda dirt bike changed my life.

When looking back in life, my parents have always told me to enjoy life while I was young, and I see why because when you grow older that is when responsibility kicks in everything that my parents have said they were so correct. I have lived my life to the fullest and with no regrets I have played sports throughout high school I ran track, basketball, and I played girls football I was very athletic. I started partying at a young age, and my parents were afraid for me I have been in two club shootings from the ages of sixteen to nineteen, and I kid you not it was no fun, but I do not regret it I look at it as a lesson learn. I can say that I have lived my life now that I am older the things that I have once done does not excite me anymore. I rather stay home and enjoy my child before I go to the nearest club I look at it is I can be gone from here in a blink of an eye. My parents always have told me that, a bullet has no

When I was younger, I thought as an adult you had to be successful in everything you did to be happy. When I got older I realized you can learn about yourself through trial and error and it’s okay to be unsure. Nobody knows for sure what the future will hold, but the things we do today can affect us later on.

First of all my cousin, Jacob came over to hangout with Denny,Nick,Lauren, and me sometimes. Jacob was spending the night and my mom asked “Do you want ice cream”? Jacob commented “No I have to lose some weight”, we all chuckled and had fun. But one day it was no giggling matter, Dennis got a call explaining that Jacob was killed in a car crash. He was turning the corner on his moped, with a blink of an eye we lost him.

Father rushed my brother, Lucas and I into a room with his close friend, Stewart, he doesn't say much about himself ;not knowing what was going on we did not factious over it and stay put and quiet. Father had gone away for quite some time, I felt a chill in the air, the room turned to a dark, dirty yellow and I realized the room was not pleasant as before, like if something awful was about to happen. Then we heard noises above us, and a loud thump on the door, thinking it was father I had open the door when Stewart yelled "No!", there was a body barely holding himself up, he had what resemble three shot wounds in his chest, blood leaking and holding a gun. When I looked up to meet this wounded person's eyes they were wild, his blond messy

On November 26th 2014, Romeo held on tight to the Harley Davidson he bought a month earlier as rode down Candelaria towards his apartment complex. He was never really ready for the power behind the machine. Romeo enjoyed they purr of his smooth black Harley and the way its gears clicked and shifted under him. He acted foolhardy, careless, and impulsive. Though he did not know it, those qualities drove him to buy the motorcycle the day he saw it. It was evident that he gave little thought to his future.

On my fourth birthday, I got a black and red bike from my grandpa that I had wanted ever since I was three years old. I wanted to ride it instantly, but my mom wouldn’t let me ride it until I had a helmet and training wheels, because it was my first time riding a bike. My mom and I went to Walmart to get a helmet, while my dad was putting on training wheels.

I believe in having fun. When I was a child I had fun doing anything, but when I got older I found it harder and harder to have fun. I find myself getting frustrated with homework and exhausted with extracurricular activities. I am not able to have as much fun as I used to. I am always stressed out and that effects on how I work on things. Stress changes how I feel and act this leads me to start messing me up and start failing on what I am doing. I get stressed about whether my grade is gonna fall or if I am going to do good on my next test. I notice as you start to grow up you become more mature and you start to have a different perspective on things. I start finding things to feel and look differently to me, but even though I start to

We all got into the car and immediately my sister was bombarded with questions. “Is he ok?”, “What happened?”, “Who is with him?” She answered each one to the best of her knowledge. She told us that his heart had stopped and started back up again, and that Mama (my Mom) and Papa (my Dad) were at the hospital with him. The car ride there was a very scary ride, because we were all so frightened by what had happened.