English Memoir:
I went on a mystical family trip to Africa. We were planning on going to Kenya for a safari. On the night of the flight, my family and I, woke up at seven p.m, only to realize that our flight was at eight. So my mom started to freak out and told my brothers and I “You [all] better be ready in ten minutes or else I'm leaving!”. She told me to wash my face and get dressed because she was not going to wait for anybody. After I got dressed and did my final checks, we left the house. My father drove us to the airport. On our way, we got stuck in traffic, and my father started to swear loudly. The traffic was so dense, that the cars on the highway did not move. That stupid highway, was the only way to the airport. After we made it through the annoying
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As we were driving, I opened the windows and stuck my head out, and smelled the fresh air which smelled like heaven. I felt alive, young, and free. I saw many animals such as giraffes, lions, cheetahs, and elephants. They were all acting so casually, as if we weren't even there which calmed me. I wanted to run away and live with them. I loved how they were free and not trapped in a terrible human society, unlike me. We stopped to take pictures, and lion was staring at us while feasting on its prey. It started to growl at us. Moments later, it attacked the minivan, so we all started to panic and scream, loudly. The driver immediately started the car, and drove away. I noticed that the animals we running away too. I could feel the fear in my mother as she gripped onto my hand. After we got out of the minivan, we took a taxi back to the hotel. We all went to bed, without a speaking word to each other after that terrifying moment. Before I closed my eyes, my mother told everyone that we are going to skip the mountain hike tomorrow “to narrow our chances of dieing.”. I could tell my mom was significantly traumatized by this event. The next day, she told us to pack our bags because, she booked us a
I remember our first days in US were difficult for me and my mother; especially, one night when I woke up and saw her fainting in the cold floor. I had panicked, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have a car, or phone to call anyone. I felt a shame of myself, I couldn’t help my own mother at the same time. Thankfully, one of my neighbors was awake, and she helped me with everything.
As I read here, I was asking myself, whether I have the courage and determination to leave my ill mother alone and run away. As I proceed, as she and her grandfather run toward the city, the rubbery killed her grandfather. I don’t know the feeling of seeing your own and probably last family members in the world been killed by a knife. I thought, as a girl of fourteen, she will probably went crazy or desperate, but she didn’t. In the end of the story, she backed to her house and restarted the restaurant her family owned.
Another scream was the cure to my paralysis. I sprinted as fast as i could down my steps to find the source of the voice, which i found; my mom searching for me. Together, we ran out the back door of my house into the cold of winter, and laid our eyes upon our home. My brothers were staying in a house above the garage and met us out there.
My mom put her arm around me and I lost it. I started sobbing
We were on our way to New Mexico to visit my grandparents. At this time, I lived in Texas so it was not that far and they lived by the state line of Texas, the North West side of Texas. It always took us about four hours to get there but this trip was a little different. We were in tornado season so you know where this is going it could have been like two and a half hours. Then we hear on the radio a tornado alert luckily there was a rest point with a gas station so we stopped and went inside I was only like nine years old but remember this day.
It was a hectic day. My friend had to call and have his grandparents pick him up which took about 45 minutes because they lived kind of far away. During that time, my dad told me “pack your bags, we need to go visit your grandmother” I remember that I didn’t pack much because I couldn’t think. My mom immediately booked us plane tickets to Portland. It was super close but we made the flight.
I got so dirty! So we stopped at a hotel for the night,so i could take a shower,and so we could also get some sleep. The next day was okay except for the part when my mom got pulled over. When we pulled up to my dad’s driveway the next door neighbor started freaking out. Because, she saw a black guy in a white neighborhood, she called the cops.
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It was so crowded, but my mom never left my side. I would look over and she would say “Everything is fine, there are just checking up on you, don 't worry angle.” My mom was my rock the whole time and even after
The Punta Cana Vacation Have you ever had a vacation where your child does something horrible in public at a swimming pool? A vacation is when one or more people are gone for an extended period of time. When I was four years old me, my mother, my father, my grandpa, and my grandma went to Punta Cana to get away from the cold weather. It has been happening, ever since we left Illinois and Missouri. So, we boarded the plane and took off to Punta Cana, everyone was either taking a nap or watching a movie while the plane was moving.
I had to take my mother to work so that I could have the car and the next stop was my hair appointment. As I began to get my hair done the time became closer and closer to the time for graduation rehearsal. I had to speed from east Montgomery to north Montgomery in less than 10 minutes. Once I arrived, I soon realized that I was the last person to show up at rehearsal. My class mates loved me so much that they stalled until I got there.
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Life is short, coming-of-age is important to fathom and treasure. As you grow and develop to the world you encounter situations that will make you see the world differently. Stories, encounters, and even playing around the house can cause people to see from a new perspective. Coming-of-age involves recognizing different perspectives.
We woke up full of energy and ate breakfast. My mom had a few more things to pack up. We had to wait for her in the car. As soon as my mom came my dad turned the car on and we started the trip. The roads were very slippery
When I was only a couple of months old my mom and I were stuck in an airport due to delayed flights. The only luggage we had was my diaper bag and a backpack full of baby toys. I was miserable and cranky the whole entire time which didn’t make my mom feel better. At the time I had no idea what was going on but now that will be stamped in my memories forever.