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  • Bumpy Dirt Road Analysis

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    I dream of bumpy dirt roads and spontaneous, unpredictable adventures that keep my heart always wanting more. I dream of freedom and play, a nine to five job never being my forte. I dream of small towns and big cities that leave my soul searching for more, saying this could be what I’m looking for. I dream of breaking free to let myself be. So at night, when I dream of bumpy dirt roads, maybe someday the end of that same dirt road in my dreams will lead me to what I’ve been searching for all along:

  • Persuasive Essay On Driving

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    house to tell him we and some of our friends were going to drive around a bit. As we left, we went to go pick up our two friends. And from what I remember, we were driving on a gravel road. After about maybe an hour of driving around all I remember is crawling out of a car that was upside down on top of a dirt pile. Once I climbed out of the passenger side window I kept screaming and crying. I was yelling, “this is just a dream, this is just a dream.” But it wasn’t, it was real life. I called my

  • Descriptive Essay On Guest House

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    Crash A typical day at my grandparent’s cabin in the Black Hills consists of a lot of sitting around and just hanging out. Some days the whole family will go on a four wheeler ride for most of the day. Sometimes we will go do something like visit a cave or drive to Rapid City or Custer or Hill City or some other town out there. My Grandma cooks the best meals. You look forward to every single meal knowing that it was going to be a great one. My dad’s side of the family includes Stetson and Nick

  • The Road Of The Dirt Essay

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    The longer they drove, the slower Joker went and their stops became more frequent. The vegetation along the roads, left to itself, encroached on the pavement. If anyone had been that way on four wheels they had to have driven in the middle of the road. The gravel driveways were not only being edged out from the sides, weeds were sprouting from the middle as well, showing no signs of passage. The paved drives were less obvious. The men relied on dust and pollen settling on the blacktop, undisturbed

  • College Admissions Essay: The First 17 Years Of My Life

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    When I ponder the first 17 years of my life, I realize that I have taken my life for granted. I’ve never actually thought about how soon my life could end, not seeing my loved ones ever again, and never being able to enjoy life’s glorious moments. Having a miraculous, close encounter with death has changed how I view life. I pay attention to the details of my life more, and the small things in life don’t seem to aggravate me as much as they did in the past. I was born on August 19th in 1998 in

  • Analysis Of Dirt Road Home By Watt Key

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    Dirt Road Home, written by Watt Key, is a story based in the early 2000's that follows a boy named Hal Mitchell as he lives his life on his own in the forest after losing his grandfather to death, and gets caught by the government and put into a juvenile detention center called Hellenweiler. The book was published in July of 2010 by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, the story takes place in the Hellenweiler boy's home as Hal tries to come up with a plan to escape.  Hal Mitchell, a boy that was thrown in

  • A Book On A Dirt Road Near The Village Of Weydon Priors

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    The novel opens on a dirt road near the village of Weydon-Priors, in the English county of Wessex. Michael Henchard, a hay-trusser, is traveling with his wife, Susan, and young daughter, Elizabeth-Jane. However, a passing farmer tells the Henchards that there is no chance of finding employment or housing in the village. Discouraged, Michael takes his family to a furmity seller 's tent in Weydon-Priors. The furmity seller adds liquor to Michael 's meal, and after several servings Michael becomes an

  • Descriptive Essay On The Green Tree

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    A Visit He pointed to the grove of trees beyond the dirt road. “That’s where your grandmother is from.” “Well, where exactly? That one green tree or the green tree?” She cracked a smile. It all looked the same to her. The muddy people, the dirt roads and the sea of green. A cow passed by on the dirt road, it’s tail swishes back and forth like the orange glow of a cigarette. He didn’t know how to tell her that he didn’t know, letting pride sit in place of false memories. “They are going to kill

  • Descriptive Essay About My Best Friend

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    Deja Hiserote, is my best friend; she lives down the road from me in Red Scaffold, which is in the middle of nowhere. The town where I go to school and where all my other friends, Dupree, is nearly fifty miles from my house. To get to Red Scaffold, you have to go down south of Dupree on Cherry Creek Road; about halfway to Red Scaffold the road begins to curve first one way and then the other and you have to be very careful because it is a gravel road and you might find yourself in the ditch. Last November

  • Descriptive Essay On Canada Day

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    I think they call it Canada Day. A holiday in the middle of summer not unlike Independence Day in the United States. On this occasion, I happened to be visiting friends in Tete Juene Cache, British Columbia, several hundred miles into the interior. Tete Jeune was the French word for 'Yellow Head'. The name, like the town itself, was a vivid reminder of the not-so-long-ago gold rush days. Fewer than a thousand residents hid in the forests and canyons of this small settlement that clung to the western

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