Lose stones crunch underneath my feet as I walk along the sand towards my favourite beach, metres away was my little hideout place which I named my special place and there standing was me a 7-year-old little girl named Isabelle who loved the beach, she loved swimming and running up and down the beach with her best friend Jake her first ever dog. All I remember now is going to my special place all the time when I was little and it had a rope swing inside and I use too sit on it and swing back and forth. I haven’t been there for ages, but it hasn’t changed much, still the same old sand dunes near the beach with big trees and bushes that have grown a little. But other than that, it’s still my favourite beach I remember and have grown up with for the past 17 years.
I made an adventure out of my special place as I was the only one that knew where it was and my dad and I were the ones that put the rope in and made it into a swing for me. My mum use to make me sandwiches and I use to spend half the day there either with my dad and mum or a friend.
For as long as I can remember, the rope swing has gradually started to disintegrate and not able to use it anymore and the grass land has grown that tall you can’t see the bottom of the rope. I use too come to this spot
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I decided to paint it, put curtains in, bring all my toys and turn it into a house. I spent hours and hours playing up there every day, we even put in a rope swing so I could remember it like my special place by the beach just without the beach and sand surrounding
Sherman Alexie’s short fictional story, “Do You Know Where I Am,” begins with a Native American narrator named David, and he tracks his relationship with his wife, Sharon, until her untimely death at the end. All was peachy with this couple until they happened to stumble upon a black cat that an elderly couple had lost some time ago. Sharon prodded David to rescue the cat, and when he did, she proceeded to dig through the dumpster to find the newspaper which housed this specific lost cat ad. Upon returning the cat to the couple, David immediately took credit for everything Sharon had just done which included: finding the cat, deciding to rescue it, and
Separate but equal is the approach that my roommate and I took when we moved in. To keep things separate, her things are on the left and mine are on the right. The equal part comes in if one of us wants to use something of the others (such as a nail clipper or a hair tie.) This means that almost anything we own is open to use with permission. We decided that we didn't want to combine any of our things just yet because we didn't know each other that well. I believe it's a good idea because it will reduce the chance of an argument over whose things are whose. Girls seem to be pettier about their things than boys. Having two girls in such a small space can lead to unwanted confrontation and bitterness. I'm not a territorial person,
I was three years old and I was driving with my Dad. The song "Like You were Dying" by Tim McGraw. My Dad was touched by the song and released how short life actually was. My Dad rushed us home and told my Mom we were going to Disney World. My grandparents were called and asked if they wanted to come with us. They did we all packed our bags. We spent four days in the Parks. I don't remember much, but we stayed in the Animal Kingdom Lodge. My favorite part was maybe the dress my Grandma made for me, a beautiful Sleeping Beauty pink dress. Pictures of me and my family around are my favorite pictures to look at in our scrapbooks. Overall, I love all Disney Parks. It is really hard for me not to love one. Hopefully, I can finish my goal for my blog, and include more different blogs for you all to
The place that I would write about is the local playground. As a child, one of my favorite things to do was playing at the park with friends, siblings, and cousins. I have many memories that I could write about. I also think that the park is a place that a lot of people have fond memories of from when they were kids, as well. Hopefully, this makes my essay easy to relate to and more enjoyable for the reader to
While I was a kid my family and I used to go on bike rides all the time to anywhere you could think of. We would go boating everyday in the summer. We would ski, wakeboard, go tubing and many more. Go tubing was one of the funniest memories I have boating because the thrill you get is unbeatable trying to hold on for dear life. Anothering thing we did as a family was go on vacation everywhere. The road trips were always fun because we would bring our dog turbo. The one trip that will never be forgotten is North Carolina. We go there every year with family friends and it will be a trip on go on with my kids.
On our first day in Florida, we went to the pool. We had a blast at the pool. We were there for about 14 hours. All of us kids played on a zip line that
Up in the wide open spaces of nature my brother, mother, father and I would hike, bike, ski, sled, and tube. Depending on the season there would be a new adventure to pursue. During the summer months, my favorite activity was tubing down the San Juan river that cuts and carves through the town. One certain summer my cousins came to visit. With them came their children, Meredith and Aaron. I was the baby of the kids by only being six at the time but I still loved hanging out with my vastly older cousins and
The swooshing of the waves lightly grabbing at the shore fills my ears as I stand on the stone stairs. After so many years they have started to crumble, the small pieces sticking to my bare, wet feet. Large rocks surround the stairs, their colors arranged from white to pink to gray. The sandbox, lined with dark brown planks of wood, mocks me as I remember burying my feet in the sand. Near the sandbox is a light brown picnic table, gum sticking to the bottom waiting for its next victim to touch it. The smell of fish and snails reeks, but I find myself inhaling as much as I can. At the other side of the lake is a thin, dark green line of trees, houses peeking out from behind them. To my left is the hidden path that curves and winds finally leading
I found Henry David Thoreau?s ?Where I Lived, and What I Lived For? made a very convincing argument. He has many examples to support his beliefs. Thoreau stresses the importance and value of living the simplest life nature affords, which I believe is as important now as it was in his day.
The Popular Squad, The Bookworms, The Nerds, The Sporty ones, The Quiet ones,The Loud ones, The Insiders, and The Outsiders. Where do I belong? Do I even belong any where? Thats my question is there an answer? I never pictured myself to be an Outsider. Is it really bad to be on the Outside? I've always pictured myself as an insider, I wonder what its like to be on the Outside.
Words like cozy, calm, and memories can be used to describe my special place. A special place depends on the individual you are referring to. To me a special place allows the person to be happy and sad at the same place. This is where all realms of memories are made, allowing the individual to be able to reflect on them when entering that special atmosphere. In the warm summers I sit in our lawn with my dog as the cool wind blows, a feeling falls over me thinking about why I love my home and property so much and that I'm so very thankful to have it. I zone out for hours thinking about all the time that I have spent there with my family and friends. While I never regret any of the memories I have made, I cherish all of them and hold them close to my heart.
When I was a young child I would love to hear my parents tell me that we were going on a trip. I would be full of excitement, because I knew that we would be going to a place that I had never seen before. My parents, my brother, and I would pack our luggage and venture out in our small gray minivan. Three of my most cherished memories in our minivan are when we went to Disney World, the beach, and the mountains.
During 5th grade year of 2016, almost once every week my parents would go and look for a house. I would remind them everyday that the house we have is great and there is no need to find another. In that house I have lived there at least eight years, which is most of my life so far. Till this day it has always been my favorite house, and the perfect house. I have made so many memories there it is impossible to count. I loved it.
The warm breeze of the ocean air flies past my face. The heat of the yellow sun was sizzling, beating down against my skin, tanning and burning it within seconds. Beach goers were crowded around in all directions. Seagulls gliding past the groups of people, scouting for dropped or forgotten food to eat. Their little footprints marking a trail in the sand all over the place, going in a million different directions, searching for their next meal. I take in the exquisiteness of it all, the blue-green waves crashing into the sandy shore, making white foam and bubbles wash into the sea, little boys and girls that are digging in the bright white sand running away from the small waves before they get wet. The beach is a stunning place to be; there's just something about the ocean waves and the sand between my toes that makes me just want to stay there forever.
we all know everyone loves problem solvers. Solve problems of people without being asked.Solving their problems don't mean you are interfering with their activities.Learn how to stay outside of your comfort zone for someone else cause this broadens heart.