We were sitting at the dinner table, my mom and dad said we need to talk. It scared me, because when they say that it usually means something bad had happened. They said “in a month we are moving to Kansas.” It saddened my sister and myself. We started to shed tears. We ran to our rooms because we didn’t want to move, we liked it here in North Carolina. It was where are friends and family lived. But my dad said he was offered a job back at his old workplace FujiFilm, and he would get paid more if we moved. So me and my sister had to bite the bullet because we didn’t have a say in this. And the worse part was in a week my dad was going to Kansas and we had to live in an apartment till the school year ended.
As I roll down the window, I felt the breeze gently touching my left cheek as I smell the amazing scent of pine trees. I really can't believe that the day has finally come, the day when I celebrate my quinceañera. Quinceañera is an important event in the Hispanic community and it’s when a 15 year old girl turns into a woman. My godfather finally hit the brakes on the mini white Toyota truck and said “we’re finally here.” I open the door and set a foot on the ground, the look of astonishment has plastered into my face. “This is perfect!!” There was a 12 feet marble statue of Jesus Christ standing right in the center of El Picacho, Tegucigalpa, Honduras. As I was putting on the lengthy yet beautiful yellow dress that my 19 year old cousin had
I thought everything out and my mom and I would go to my grandma’s house on Christmas eve stay there till Christmas day then leave that night. That way I could be back the next day. This Christmas eve the procrastination was strong and I saved all my wrapping for that day so we did all the wrapping and proceed to go to grandmas house. Long car ride puts me to sleep so I fell asleep on the way up
Many people have certain objects that either bring out an emotion within themselves or remind them about something in particular. These certain objects represent different aspects of life. For example, a beloved family heirloom that has been passed down for generations could evoke memories and feelings about family members who have passed on. Personally, I have never had anything special given to me from family members or anything, in particular, which I kept from when I was growing up. My color guard rifle, FFA Official Jacket, and my copy of the last picture I have with my sister all hold importance to me due to each object representing either transition, love, or loss in a period of my life.
Hello, I’m Paul. It was September 1st. In four days it was going to be my 13th Birthday!! All I wanted for my Birthday was a pair of shoes, some toys, and most important, going to see a baseball game. My dad said he could take me to go see the San Diego Padres game against the San Francisco Giants. We have lived in San Diego for four years now after we moved from Raleigh, North Carolina. We moved because there was a job opening here and the Headquarters Building was here in San Diego. I had received a Padres baseball cap when I first moved here. My Grandfather Russel had played for the Padres back in the day. It meant a lot to me since it was the only memory I had of him. He passed away when I was about 1 ½ so I don’t remember
In 2008, right after Christmas my family had the special experience to go to the Cotton bowl for the Missouri Tigers football game. The Cotton Bowl is held in Dallas, Texas, back then Jerry's world (Dallas Cowboys stadium) was in the process of being built, so the big Mega scoreboard wasn’t there. My whole family came down to Columbia on Christmas Eve and we sang our Christmas songs together and celebrated Christmas together in my grandparents house. There was a bunch of us in that house, I remember walking down the stairs one morning and all my older cousins were back in the corner of the basement and they were all sleeping together in that space, I would crack up every time I saw that. This time after Christmas instead of all going back
Ugh. This book. I remember reading a section of it in one of my previous philosophy courses and I was dreading/eager to finally read it in it’s entirety. Dreading because the small portion I read completely irked me. Eager because there was a possibility that the rest of the book could be great and make up for what I had read. After finishing the book, I still do strongly dislike some parts. My hate is not a strong as it initially was, but just looking at the cover annoys me. Although Nagle claims to want to work in sanitation in order to write “a book that would reveal how much sanitation workers and the Department that stands behind them merit praise and respect”, she presents facts to the contrary (36). She gives example after example of
Christmas morning was energetic day for us four. There was nothing we asked for we didn't receive. When discussing with friends on this day what I received always became a touchy situation. Hearing the Jim Sales pull in the parking
One Winter morning, when I was off of work and spending time with the family by decorating the house for Christmas. My two daughters, Elizabeth who is fifteen and Maria who is ten felt that the Winter season was full of life and glamour. My wife Donna was making cookies with the whole chocolate scent filling the whole house. Elizabeth went outside in our shed to get out Christmas lights. Elizabeth asked me, “Dad, did you always help out with the lights?”
The day had finally come, I was going to the Wilson’s house, it was a cold January afternoon and once I arrived Heidi wanted to go sledding. The snow hill was on the other side of the neighborhood so we had to walk, we were only there for an hour or two before we got bored Heidi wanted to go into the woods because there was a little-frozen pond that Heidi liked to jump on and watch all the pieces break around her, don’t ask why because I am not really sure. We stayed at the pond for awhile and then we found and are of the woods that we could build a play structure in. We were in the woods for what felt like forever. We did not realize that the sun was setting and the day was coming to an end, Heidi and I were so tired it was hard to walk home, we decided not to grab the sleds and we would just grab them in the
On Christmas morning, my sister always wakes me up. Her anticipation of the day keeps her from snoozing, so she is always the first to rise. We are not allowed to come downstairs until my parents give us the “ok.” They would give us permission to come downstairs as soon as they were prepared with their recording devices and a cup of coffee. After given the clear, my sister and I would run downstairs to the living room to see what gifts Santa had left us. Our gifts where never wrapped and we each had our own pile. Santa always left my gifts on the right and my sister’s gifts on the left. This past Christmas was the first year that my sister no longer believed in Santa Clause. The magic of Saint Nick was gone. Even though I knew who the gifts where coming from for several years, pretending for my sister kept the magic alive for a little while longer. Once she stopped believing in the mystical character
There it was, just a small white box. As a seven year old, I thought this was a joke. The top of the box was clear, you could see right through it. Inside was a note from the elves. My small brain was confused. The note said that Santa 's elves dropped a present somewhere around my house.
I sighed as I woke to my normal setting of dreary gray stone. I rose from my bed my eyes still bleary with sleep I tripped over something. I bent down to see what I had tripped over it was a small wooden chest held with a clamp about the size of my pinky finger, my hands began to shake and my eyes started to tear up as I realized that this was the last gift I had ever received
People have certain rights that cannot be taken away. This was written in our Declaration of Independence. This means everyone is equal regardless of race, ethnicity, culture or gender. No one person is exempt from these rights.
Christmas time is one of those especially rare moments in the year when the whole family comes together and shares the love. But what is Christmas without gifts in this highly materialistic world? I thought that my grandmother would be a perfect person to explain to me what the gift really means to her.