There’s a raggedy American flag hanging outside my house. I know I should take it down, but I’m afraid. For the past 15 years, I lived in various apartments in upstate New York. After accepting a new job at the University of Mississippi this summer, I moved into a university-owned house down the road from William Faulkner’s home, Rowan Oak, in Oxford. Nothing about the new house or neighborhood surprised me more than the American and old Magnolia flags hanging in front of neighboring colonials, ranches, and bungalows.
The game starts at one and it’s only eleven. The game usually does not start on time, it normally starts five to ten minutes late.” As we approached Tye’s house, I quickly ran to his door and rang his bell. He quickly came running outside. When he sat in the car, I asked him if it was his first Red Sox game and he said that it was not, but this would be his first game with people other than his family. When we got to where we were going to park the car, I told my mom to call her friend who was going to meet us at Fenway.
Over the Border Every year my family decides what to do for the holidays and where to go. Most of the time I have no say in it because my uncles insist on visiting or they invite us over. It doesn’t help that all of my family lives in Texas, California, and Mexico. This year has been the first time that we have spent Christmas and New Years here at home with just my family in a long time. Last year we took a long trip to Chihuahua, Mexico which is the biggest part/state of Mexico where my mother is from.
The rush of adrenaline I got was like a first roller coaster ride. Another one of our games was called “Bus Rides”. I usually played the busdriver and drove the golf cart while my siblings played students who were waiting for the bus. I would then go pick up my siblings where they were standing and take them to the driveway where they would go in the house and get water bottles out of the fridge and then come out to be taken “home”. While all of the games were fun I have to say driving the cart on the road was always the best
Our trailer, with poor 1970’s insulation and paper thin aluminum tin exterior, was practically a refrigerator during winter. We had no heating, nor electricity, so much of my time I spent at school, which kept me warm and fed Monday through Friday. It had been this way for years. My dad was unemployed, had health issues, and no formal education. My mother wasn’t around, and most of my family either lived in El Salvador or Bolivia.
Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof. My dad eventually tied it down and off we went. After being in the car for over three hours my little cousin Maddie had to use the bathroom and I was really hungry. Dad had stopped at a gas station that had a Mcdonalds attached and I ran in and ordered fast. All of us decided that we would sit down at the table and eat our food.
Kyle Jones Dr. Pescatore English 110 10/8/15 My First Real Thrill I still remember my very first and only time going to Disney World. I was only 10 years old at the time however, I still remember it as though it was yesterday. How many kids can say that their childhood fantasy actually came true? I still remember the drive down to Orlando, Florida in my mom’s small van packed full of luggage like a small clown car packed full of clowns. I still remember how the weather changed progressively like rapidly moving through the cycle of the seasons as we drove further and further south.
Every summer family goes to Wisconsin dells, we stay at a water park theme park called Mt. Olympus. First year we went, we went over to the theme park to just check it out and see what they had for rides and there are four roller coasters, also has an abundance of go kart tracks. I had never been on a rollercoaster and there is a rollercoaster called Pegasus. Pegasus is the smallest roller coaster at the theme park, I could have rode it but me being the chicken I was.
My Aunt Karen works there, and she had talked to one of her friends so that we could go behind the scenes and feed the giraffes. My dad drove us to New Orleans in our van. It seemed like it took forever to get there. Being seven years old, riding in a car for an hour takes a long time. When we finally got to the zoo, we met my Aunt Karen at a special gate, and she swiped a card to let us in.
Finally,I said to myself,my parents and I were going to disneyland. It was a surprise when I heard my friend Ally was going on this trip with my parents and I. At 8:00 we went to go pick her up.A couple hours into the trip we hit traffic.It felt like we were never going to get their,with the breakfast break,lunch break,and the bathroom breaks.As I was looking out the window I saw a little dust storm that looked like mini tornado. Then my mom's key battery was low because she took the wrong one,she left the another key that had new batteries in it at the house.So we had to stop at the auto shop. For the rest of the trip me and Ally just binged watched movies on my computer.When we weren't watching moves me and my mom were arguing over the music radio.
For the past few days, my class watched and read The Watson 's go to Birmingham. This book/movie is about a young boy named Kenny, with a family of five visiting their grandma in Birmingham, Alabama. Kenny, Joey, and Byron are not used to going down south, they live in Michigan all their life.In this book, Kenny, Joey, and Bryon faced the real world. They know the things that they had to do because of the color of their skin. Like going to the back of the movie theater with a sign saying colored people only.
Yes I know, I’m a Hoosier. Does that mean I grew up in the middle of nowhere with corn fields surrounding me? Not at all. Throughout my childhood, my family and I moved around a bit but always stayed in the Avon and Plainfield area. 5 or 6 years ago, my family and I moved in and took over my grandfather’s house because he didn’t have the finances anymore, and it feels good to be living in a house that I’ve been in since I’ve been alive and known to this world.
We didn 't always live on Crimson drive. Before that we lived on Rodney street. The house on Rodney street was a small, 3 bedroom duplex. The street was like a bookshelf, all houses lined up in a row. When I was younger, I always thought to myself, if my parents wanted two children and a pet, why would they buy a small house?
Just a few months after I got my license I was driving my friend Kylee from the school to the softball field so we could warm up before our game. On the way down to the field on the dirt road I heard a loud noise and knew something had just been messed up. I get out of my car and saw a huge dent in the side, I had hit a post. About three months later just after school had gotten out, my car was put into the shop and I was borrowing my grandma’s car. Wednesday night after church some friends and I had gone to get ice cream at Sunny Skies and we all rode together.
The final bags were filled with extras ( toothbrush, toothpaste, food, etc. ).The car was very empty on the way there.My dad was driving. My mom was in the passenger seat and I was in the back with my sister. On they way there we saw a really cool, broke down farm. It was still up and running but, it didn 't have any animals.It took us about 8 or 9 hours to get there.