This memorable experience widened my perception of the true meaning of childhood. Although it turned out to be beneficial I found out it was even better because it enabled me to help my mom and provide for our
When I was five, I created a culinary masterpiece in Norway, although it was quickly thrown away without as much as a taste. My loving parents decided to treat my older brother and me with a trip to the happiest place on earth, Walt Disney World. Being quite the princess enthusiast, I was extremely excited to meet Cinderella; my brother had bragged to all of his fifth grade buddies that he would conquer the Twilight Zone Tower of Terror.
It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us. At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape.
The drive was almost unbearable, but the thought of spending the week in the snow with family kept me going. It was only a four hour drive, but at 9 years old, it felt like an eternity. The scenery slowly changed from flat land, to rolling hills. The hills were covered in yellow dying grass, but they were still beautiful. Then we started to make the climb. Up mountains, through the passes, constantly surrounded by trees or a cliff that gave a wonderful view of the mountain next to us. We were so close to the snow of Lake Tahoe. We had been to Tahoe before, but this was a new cabin for us. We were all excited to see the cabin, but more importantly, looking forward to searching for sledding hills the next day.
Since I was in about 1st grade, I have been skiing with my family. I have been to many different places to go skiing, such as resorts in Colorado, Wisconsin, and Michigan. One particular story takes place at a resort in Colorado called Vail, when I was about 11 years old. My family and my friends family were driving three hours from the airport to the resort through the cold, snowy weather. We finally got to the house we stayed at and went to sleep. Over the night, it had snowed about one and a half feet. In the morning, we woke up eager to get out on the fresh snow and ski. We hurried to the mountain with our skis and took the lift to the top of the mountain. As we started skiing, we approached a section of the mountain where we could only
I never was really close with my grandfather. I’ve pretty much lived in Utah my whole life. I was born in Richland, Washington, but I have no memories of living there because my family moved here, to Utah, when I was two. The majority of my family, from both my mother’s and my father’s side, live in the northwest. I only go to Washington/Oregon maybe once a year. Even when I go I don’t see the majority of my family. Both my mother and my father have had issues with their parents and some of their siblings, which is why we don’t visit most of them. When I was younger, I went to my grandparent’s house in Pasco, Washington every summer. Even then, it was just me, my sister, and my grandmother. My grandfather
High school was an extreme thrill from the first day of my freshman year. As I stepped off the school bus and entered the building, I knew that Brewbaker Technology Magnet High School would be my home for the next four years. BrewTech was ranked the number five school in the state, so I knew I was among the elite and had big shoes to fill. As I began to stroll the halls to locate my class, I was greeted by smiling faces of students and teachers a like. With minor bumps in the road, I completed my freshman year in high school acquiring friends that I still have today. Rumor had it that completing the tenth grade without a drop in my GPA guaranteed me a spot in the 2015 graduating class of BrewTech. Aware of what I was up against, I went into
I’m on a mountain, I just overcame my first obstacle the chair lift. Which I thought would be harder than it was I miraculously didn’t fall or knock over the other skiers/snowboarders. I glanced back up at the gleaming mountain becoming easily distracted by the flawless stroke of every turn as the pros make their way down. I say quietly to myself “Isn’t this suppose to be a beginners hill?” They have gopros strapped to their helmets and are racing each other down. All I can think in that moment is how am I supposed to be able to do that. Those suave perfect turns the gentle touch the snowboard has with the fresh powder from that morning. They look at each other with excitement in their eyes and adventure in their hearts. I feel completely uncomfortable and awkward. Pushing off and hit the ground face first. The ice cold snow melts onto my face, I laugh at myself and hope to god the people around me didn’t see that. No one was paying attention to me they all had this type of confidence and excitement to learn and grow. I stood back up and headed down the hill with all force, not knowing how to turn I abruptly put my snowboard on healedge and slammed to a stop. Little did I know I was already halfway down the hill.
When I was eight, my family could not believe what I was doing to my nanny on the way to Gatlinburg. My family and I begin to scavenge our belongings to place in my mother 's car, my anxiety and excitement begins to rise. We all start to swarm in the vehicle and to my recollection, I notice the sun beginning to ascend over the horizon. My mother stomped on the gas pedal to accelerate the car forward out of our driveway onto the road. In the car, my parents occupy the front driver and passenger seats, my brother sits next to the window behind my mother and I sit behind my father, which leaves the middle seat for my nanny to take up. On the way, we all resolved to make a pit-stop by McDonald 's to get some breakfast. Our on selves stayed approximately an hour seeing that I pleaded my family to get back onto the road on behalf of my patience escalating very slim.
There was a slight cool breeze at the top of Mt. Cardigan during mid Fall, the landscape was a beautiful painting made by the earth and sky. I could see blue ponds reflecting the clear sky like a giant mirror, some trees had begun to turn orange, yellow, or red, while other trees still held on to their green. It was a very popular day to hike and we had a spectacle of thirty plus people watching to see what our daring plan was. Three of my friends and I were out of place on this mountain because we did not come up with a dog or even hiking boots on. We brought helmets and bikes with us.
When I was five years old, my family drove to our rural Texas vacation house for a trip with experiences that I will remember forever. While staying in Texas, my family and I participated in various fun-filled adventures and activities throughout the countryside. When my cousins joined us, the vacation house was filled to the brim with young, energetic kids and tired, irritated parents. After the cousins arrived, the trip became much more enjoyable for me; I vividly remember extremely fun experiences with my cousins. Including the time spent traveling, the trip lasted approximately two weeks.
The cold breeze came upon me, as I was looking down the slope, sitting on the soft sheet of snow and repeating in my mind I will succeed, then I was gone like a Ferrari going full speed in a race. At December 27, 2016, we were on the highway on Emmitsburg, MD on our way to Liberty Ski Resort to snowboard and ski for 8 hours. The 2 cars that my friends and I were in was Ben, Kevin, Joshua, Steve (me), Timothy. We all excited like never before, first, we would be dropped off at Liberty Ski resort, for 4 hours and have a thirty minutes break, then go back to the ski resort. Second, we would go back snowboarding and going skiing for the rest of 4 hours. Third, we go to the hotel then to swim in the swimming pool and to relax for at least 2 hours.
Death can be defined in a number of ways, but to me death is something that is certain. Often times, we as humans presume death to be frightening and undesirable. After all, we become so attached to someone just for death to move in and capture its next victim. For many of us there is not a given time, while for some, there is an estimation of when it will come. Frequently, however, death tends to be thrown at us like a curveball. It most of the time comes unexpectedly and sometimes too soon. There is one form of death that generally takes someone too soon and that is stillbirth. There are roughly 23,000 women each year who endure the pain of having a stillbirth (Gregory, MacDorman). Sadly, my mother experienced stillbirth first hand. For her, the death of her future child affected her worse than the death of a person whom she had spent her whole life knowing.
A memorable experience I have is learning how to ski powder. If you don’t no how to ski powder then you will hate it. Let me tell you my experience. It was the year 2016 the snow was up to my waist in powder. I get out of the car to feel the cool brisk winter air on my nose and get ready to go. Everybody told me how fun powder is to ski.