So after another year of skiing, I finally persuaded my parents into letting me snowboard, but I didn’t know it yet. One night my dad came home from work with a huge box, I figured it was something for the house, so I didn’t think anything of it. Then he opened the box and out came a snowboard along with a seasons pass to a local mountain. The first time I went I took a day long lesson and it seemed like the longest day of my life. When you’re practicing on a small hill and you can only look up at the huge side of a mountain, all you want to do is go all the way up.
The rest of the day we could just go have fun and ski or snowboard which ever you preferred. Every year I would just sit in the lodge and watch everyone else because I was too embarrassed to let anyone know I didn’t know how to ski or snowboard. In December of 2010 I decided that I wanted to learn how to snowboard since it would be my final winter there and I wanted to snowboard at least once before I left. It was Wednesday, December 1st, 2010 I asked a good friend of mine Ty “Dude you wanna go hit The Hill”, that’s what we called Dry Hill. “You know it, just let me text the wife see if she is cool with it” he said.
Turkeys Turning the Tables For hundreds of years, humans have eaten turkey to celebrate holidays such as Thanksgiving and Christmas. History tells us how eating turnkey during Thanksgiving started, and has stayed as a tradition. Why Turkey? Why not chicken, goose, or pork? Thanksgiving is a time to bring families and relatives together, alike most families there is usually a gathering home, usually grandma’s house.
Monster House is a great movie taking place in common suburbia on Hallow’s Eve. All the kids in the neighborhood are ready for trick or treating – with two exceptions. DJ’s parents have left for vacation and he’s home alone with his ‘sweet-on-the-outside-sour-inside’ babysitter, Zee, who would rather hang out with her slacker boyfriend, Bones, than actually do her job. Luckily DJ has his best friend Chowder with him, as the two are on a mission. They’re convinced that the run-down house across the street is going to have its own tricks and treats this Halloween.
Assignment #1 English 101 Revision # 1 February 11, 2013 My best memory hunting Saturday, October 26, 2004: the day my dream would become a reality. This would be the first time that I was able to go duck hunting and fire a gun. I had just received my hunting license and a 12-gauge shotgun as an early Christmas present. It was a cold and windy morning that day. The day started by having to get up at two o’clock in the morning followed by a long car ride and normally when I am in a car I can fall asleep, but this morning I was too excited to do that.
Sometimes I think that the dream still isn’t dead in me, especially since this past Thanksgiving. This year, my family (my mother, my sister and I) decided to be a host family to two Great Lakes Naval Base Boot Camp members for the holiday. On Thanksgiving morning, my mother and I went to pick up our two ‘recruits’. I was so stuck in a cloud, dreaming of spending my holiday with tow muscle-bound hotties, that it never occurred to me what happened next. Two young ladies approached us and introduced themselves as Midshipman MacIntosh and Shipman McDonough.
Adding to this is their daily intake of processed food high in saturated fat and low in nutrients. I am continuously having to flight so that my children don’t eat these types of foods and I must admit that it seems as if I am at war with my community, friends and family. It is really hard to stick to what we think is right for our kids. All around us, there are two many temptations. If my children go around a friend’s house or a birthday party, even if they go to their grandparents… everyone is at it.
After two irritating hours of Nickelodeon and Disney shows and mom finally gets home. My brothers came charging into the house like wild animals, out of breath and exclaiming that mom needed help bringing in groceries right away. This only fueled my already annoyed, upset mood but I was out of my seat instantly. Walking into the garage, putting on my shoes I noticed everyone standing, staring at me with a peculiar look on their face. No one had groceries in their hands, so why did they need me?
Little did I know, what was to come, would tear me apart, emotionally physically and mentally. The idea of going off to university was exciting, an adventure a waiting, and what seemed to be the best part, was my best friend Jenna was coming with me. The bond I shared with Jenna is not justified by the term “best friend,” she was my sister, a part of my family. Inseparable was an understatement. She was my second home, to the extent on her 18th birthday, my father caught us gulping down his ice cold beers on the porch, and so he sent her home.
Tracy Calin-Kerschke Narrative Essay 2/8/2011 My Mom, My Hero I found a lump in my breast. Those were the words that I awoke to on a cold December morning in 2005. After an unexpected snowstorm stranded my 2 children and me at my mother’s house over night, the only thought in my head that morning was how soon the plows would be down the snow filled street. At those words the noise of my small children and the cats meowing for food suddenly were forgotten. Looking back I remember now the thoughts swirling in my head, but at that time all I remember seeing in my head were visions of my childhood.