The year was 1958. The hot sun beat down on the heads of the kids huddled around the unimaginably boiling asphalt. There was silence, shortly after followed by a barrage of footsteps and then a tiny metal CLUNK. Gil Gerhard, my grandfather, had just finished a game of ‘kick the can’ outside with his buddies; this was a common past time for many children back then. Kids would fill the streets during the day with an array of activities such as the ones my grandfather played.
I saw workers who made their living rummaging through garbage dumps. I saw children like Moisé, a nine year old boy, walk a distances upwards of three miles to where my church was stationed just for a small meal. I saw young girls, no older than seven, carrying around their baby brothers because their parents were at work, digging for trash. What did not make sense to me, however, was that every child was elated. Despite their burdensome lives, the children of El Cacique were always helping each other, laughing, smiling, and running around as if their lives were perfect.
I was flying with the birds ,No! It felt like I was a bird flying in the open sky! The smell was stimulating; it gave me energy even though. I was tired I came across a couple of elf’s-they were running sprinting around and enjoying themselves; they were adorable. I continued into the woods where to my surprise
He said okay as we walked across his rope ladder into his house to go out the door and go to the park. Before we went to the park he picked up a couple of toy trucks to take with him to roll on me. As soon as we got down there he told me to lay down and so I did, and he started rolling his toy trucks all over me. It tickled a lot, so I laughed. Little Jimmy got mad at me for laughing.
Kids on Kwaj love to meet new people and create new friendships with everyone. When kids hear of news that a new kid is coming, they like to find out as much information as possible and greet them at the airport. Kwaj kids like to be outgoing and hangout with big groups of people at a time. They invite new kids and have a big beach day or cookout. Throughout the year the kids at school plan a school-wide cookout full of food and fun.
Having the opportunity to experience these milestones with my friends kept the year filled with never ending laughter and joy. After years of my friends recruiting me, I decided to join cheer for the first time. My Friday nights were now spent on the sidelines cheering on the football team, instead of yelling from the bleachers. Cheer brought me closer to my friends. We made memories at practices, games, and on the bus rides.
had happy skaters coming back for more. I loved the fact that the ice guards.....kept hot chocolate in their shacks and more than once...... would take a skater in to warm them or maybe even share their lunch! Oh I loved the kids in the neighborhood each and every one....I saw them sneak into games through my bleachers and kept their secret safe and watched them grow.......they were my treasures this you should know... .Have I mentioned the fourth of July fireworks display???? Well it turned the night into the day!!!! People were inside and out you see watching the spectacle erupting from me!!!!!
Final Narrative I walk on the dry dirt, looking at a huge billboard saying, “Santa Clara Paintball”. I was at my friend’s birthday party with others that I already knew. I was with two of my friends, Jason and someone else. I couldn’t remember the name, but i remember him from other events. When we were walking, we were all smiling and excited to go paintballing.
That morning there were noisy small birds chirping and very bright colored flowers blossoming. We got up from our beds and got dressed to got to my aunt's house because yearly she has an Easter party and invites the whole family. We all get together and play inside of this huge inflatable bounce house/ water slide. We had fun there just throwing ourselves from the top of the bounce house. Then I got tired and went to walk the dog for my uncle.
During, the past weekend I went back home and did some community service with my old middle school. Some of my former teacher and I rake all the leaves and pick up all of the paper in front of the school building. My initials thought were I was so excited to go back and visit my old school. I did not mind helping them out. Even after helping them out I was still excited to give a helping hand.
A Majestic Playground Rays of glorious, bright sunshine cast a brilliant gleam of warmth across a child’s getaway. Next to the majestic metal castle of amusement, which contains a child’s dream, lies a merry-go-round which, to the children, turns as fast as a cheetah running through the savanna. Behind the merry-go-round lies an orange bench that is a traveled piece of furniture where parents go to watch and enjoy the happiness of their little cherubs. To look closely, one will hear the squeak of the swings and see the muddy earth beneath the squeals of delight similar to the monkey’s in the monkey cage at the zoo. The bee’s buzz and the bird’s chirp, create a whirlwind of excitement along with the rustling of the leaves next to the swinging seats of joy to show that the warmth and sunshine
Our nights were full of little league baseball games under the bridge at Paul J. Sciullo Field watching the pony league games just waiting for one of the big kids to crack a ball so hard it would hit the bridge. We would also go to movies in the park where we would bring blankets, food, and roll down the hill while waiting for the movie to start. Where I’m from there is always something to do; and one of my favorites happens at the end of August with a festival called the Italian Festival or Little Italy Days. The vendor tents line the entire way down the main road jam-packed with food, games, Italian novelty items, artwork, Steeler gear, along with a wide variety of other things. Some of the best memories of my life were made in this neighborhood with my family and friends in the area I love and will never forget.
We volunteer to help set up whenever there is a fair in Rockford. We helped organize the parking lots when the LPGA was in town. We visit the elementary schools in the area to be positive role models for the children. As a group of teenage boys, our team has an atmosphere that is very joking and fun; not leaving much room for serious talks if a teammate is going through a tough time. To make up for
On Sunny day of 1918, streets were filled with joy and laughter as parade was on its peak. Few parade teams passed audience and entertained them. soon, clicking sounds of hard boot heel echoed the city. As the noise got larger, number of battalions marched down the street. Group kids ran to see them close and one of them actually made through the crowds.