Walking Down Memory Lane Park

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We kept walking even though Kayla and I are mad we can’t get lost. The trail we were supposed to go on took us about 5 minutes. We had an hour and a half to spare so we decided to walk around a bit more. Connor took us somewhere where the hills were so treacherous we couldn’t see the top.

When I was a kid I had lots of fun. I had my sister to play with. Veterans Memorial Park was one of the many places we liked to go. I liked to play many games.

I felt like today is going to be a great day. I swing down to the bottom of our tree and land on the soft, wet ground. Yesterday, Gorge asked me if I wanted to go to the river with him. The river was very far away and would take almost half of the day just to get there. Both George and I had not been to the river ever alone before, so this would be a very exciting trip. As they started on our way through the jungle they started to see more animals and life.

Once we got dressed for the first night of hunting, the guide met us at the cabin and told us the plan. The first night we decided to sit in a treestand together. We chose this option because we didn’t know the land and wanted to get used to the terrain. The guide took us down the mountain on four wheeler and was going to walk us to our treestand. We had no idea what to expect. The main trail into the woods was a very steep hill that sucked to walk every time we went into the woods. The first time wasn’t too bad because I was excited and my adrenaline was pumping. We kept walking after the hill and started off to our treestand. The guide lead us there then let us hunt for the rest of the day. We sat a good two and a half hours. We didn’t see much the first day, but we knew that it would get better. We thought of the

Everyone woke up, but quickly forced themselves to go back to bed because we knew we had to get our rest for the next big day. When we woke up the next morning at about 7:30 A.M., we were even more tired and sore than the previous day. Did I really want to go on? I could not feel my body and was beyond exhausted. No one could not feel their arms and upper-body, and Ashleigh was very sick. We complained that we did not want to finish the trip and we did not want to canoe anymore, but the adults said that was the only way we could get home. Therefore, we had to pack all the belongings in the canoes. We proceeded to the second half of the trip, which started off much better than the first because, finally, it stopped raining and the weather was very sunny. During the next 12.5 miles, although Amanda and I were far behind the other canoes, we sang, created our own songs, splashed each other with the paddles, swam, and spoke of the many new memories we were making now as well as the memories we have shared from the past. We saw many fish and turtles in the water, and also saw a couple snakes. We met some other people who were canoeing and spent a couple miles side-by-side with them, exchanging many stories. During all this time, I was realizing that in order to make the trip go fast and to have the most fun, I must stop complaining and focus on being positive. I had to stop overthinking the amount of canoeing we had left and had to focus on the memories, and the person I was making the memories with. We got out of the canoes every now and then to swim, and every couple miles, we would catch up to the other two canoes. We would share a snack or eat lunch before we kept going. The time had passed very quickly this day, and as soon as a we knew it, we rounded a corner to find a bridge that marks the last mile of the

Sustainability to me is a way in which something is conserved in order for others to have an experience with it as well. The definition for sustainability in a dictionary is the ability to continue a defined behavior indefinitely. I was raised respecting the environment around me and how to treat it correctly. I recently visited Memorial Park in Loma Mar, California. I love nature and being in it was great, but, there was something odd about my visit. As I approached a tree I have passed hundreds of times I saw and orange rope around it meaning to stay away from that tree. The tree seemed burned a bit and was surrounded by plastic bottles. The air was fresh but the only thing my nose picked up was of the burning coal on the grills. I felt cool air come past me and once again

We had planned to spend a good hour or so hanging out at the bottom and catching our breath, however due to the sun setting soon, we knew that we would have to immediately head back. So as irritated and tired as we were, we headed back up the trail. Now as I said we are all pretty outdoorsy people. However, Lauren isn’t the most athletic girl I know and also wore her dad’s boots which were three sizes too big and were beginning to give her blisters. Did I mention that the trail back is a three mile, straight-up hills trail? We knew that it was going to be hard to get her back to the top before it got to dark to hike. Also, since our car was in the horse parking lot, that would be an extra mile once we got to the top. So we figured the best option would be to divide up. Maya and I took off so that we could get the car and drive it back to where Lauren and JR would be waiting at the top of the hiking trail. Maya and I hiked up as quickly as we could, completely out of breath, out of water, and out of energy. I didn’t think that we would ever make it out, until finally I saw the light out of the trees. Once we made it out of the trail, we ran the mile to the car and rejoiced as we finally got to sit down in the air-conditioned Elantra. We drove back to Lauren and JR waiting for us and ended the hectic day by eating pancakes at Cracker

As my shaky hands gripped the wheel, I knew the ride would be unpleasant. I should've never been behind the wheel. My dad's cousin, Rudi, stayed with my family at the time. One hot, humid Wednesday he took Silvio, my brother, and I on a strenuous hike to Castlewood State Park. The all uphill hike did not feel like a walk in the park.

After we finished the hike, I thought about some recent conversations with my peers. Some of these conversations had seemed enjoyable at first, but later proved as unstable as slippery mud. They could not bear the weight of my life–or satisfy my needs! In addition, I had to ask myself if my words had strengthened my friends, or if I had let them down.

The next day, I had broken away from the chains and took a step out onto the bare land as the glowing sun bloomed from the villages. I was one step closer to alleviating the burden that lingered and dominated my headspace. Taking hesitant steps towards the labyrinthine path, I inhaled the crisp air and let it rest on my lips as I ambled through the towering bushes, the city in sight.

I felt comforted by the shadows that followed me, bringing me the serenity of being alone. I met a social elephant, and continued with him.

My head was deciding whether to be scared to death or to be enjoying the experience. Trying new things for me is never easy. There is always something that I regret or complain about. If I paused in the middle of the zip line all those people would staring into my soul. My eyes widened as I glanced at my surroundings. Far off to my right, I saw the most magnificent sight; a massive lake that surrounded an island. At that moment, I finally appreciated my daring courageousness and the risk of going on this life threatening zip line. The pictures that my family took will always stay memories from the moment I rode this zip line to the moment I die. This memory will give me hope and confidence whenever I may be feeling down or upset. Trying new things allows us to fully understand and realize who we are when we are put to the test. If I had thought of going on the zip line, and all I thought of the ride was whether or not I was going to fall, I wouldn’t of seen the beauty in the lake, island, or the trees. As I glanced back as we were walking back, still thinking of the new memory formed in my head. This is a time where I had the courage to do something that most people don’t get a chance to do at a

chance to do what she loved to do.It had been almost a month since my mom brought me to the park, she said this world isn’t safe anymore. Since so many bad things seen to happen she wasn't comfortable with me being at the park. From shootings to murders on the loose to kidnappings we can't trust anyone anymore.We hopped in the car and drove about five minutes away to this realy fun park with a big twist slide and monkey bars. It was my favorite of all the parks I had gone to. When we got there I saw my friend Lilly she was easy to spot out since she had bright blonde hair like no others and always wore pink. Our favorite game to play was hide and seek, I was good at that. I always hid in the slide she knew I was always there but for some reason I thought it was the best spot like she wouldn’t find me or something. That park was located on a beautiful lake with sand, rocks, boats and little kids. Being fall no one was in the lake swimming but lots of people still loved to go boating or just lay on the beach and enjoy the view. There was this one old man that lived somewhere in this town, he was a little frightening and stuck out like a sore thumb to everyone,today he was at the park walking around

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.