Hocking Hills It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange.
We stayed there until the spring of fifth grade. Know I live in my still incomplete house on Glen Dr. Looking back to my childhood (well I still am a child), some good memories are with my mother in the spring sitting on our porch drinking coffee. Yes, I have drank coffee since I could sing, because my mom made us sing for a sip of coffee. We would also watch the storms come in on our porch because my mom has always loved storms and it is something that I enjoy with her.
Just Another Day in Boonsboro It was just another day in Boonsboro, Maryland. I drove on 34 like I do every day. I saw the same police officer parked at the edge of the police station attempting to scare citizens into slowing down. I drove through the narrow streets full of quaint townhouses and came to a stop at one of the three stoplights in our town.
With the clock slowly approaching 5 in the morning and my yaws become harder to control we finally left and made our way back to Frank's east Las Vegas house, with the purple dawn rays of the sun creeping through go the mountain that range circles the city. Sleep came easy back as the excitement of the day wore off and the hope of our upcoming trek through Vegas. Across from me Marla's eyelashes cast a shadow across her cheeks as she sleeps peacefully and her thin shoulder slowly rises in peace while her quiet smile in deep slumber minimizes the dark circles under her eyes. Back then in kindergarten my face was always snotty and my eyes always wet when you're the smallest one in the class where everyone had already moved on from the pacifier.
My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.
The Moving Diaries_Part One Day One This was the day I found out I was getting transferred from San Diego California to Houlton Main. Man, I was not looking forward to telling my wife that we are going to move almost three thousand miles away from where she grew up. As I sat there at my desk. My heart began to pound and I felt the palm of my hands begin to sweat.
I still remember every detail of the house we lived in. You had to walk up 12 stairs to get to the porch, it was pretty much my daily exercise. When you walk in the front door and look straight ahead, you can see the living room,dining room,and kitchen. When you get to the dining room, and take a right there
I remember my dad setting up the hog trap with the leftover food we had after dinner. That trap is now nothing but pile of rust that lies just behind a dirt road. I remember running my fingers down the old chain link fence behind the house which was removed to expand the house. I remember waking up in the morning with the smell of bacon and staring at the particle board ceiling, making pictures out of all the random shapes. Now that board has been replaced with a nice painted boring wall.
Imagine cutting and hauling 100 to 150 pound logs in the cold and rain for hours and hours that takes lots of grit. My brother and I offered to help some friends cut wood for winter. So, after school, we hopped on the bus and started our 30 minute journey to the country. We arrived at the house and noticed how dreary and cold it was getting. A long wait ensued for our friend’s dad to get home from work so we could hook up the trailer and get the equipment rounded up.
The thought that the world would end simply because a culture ceased the production of a calendar was, in my mind, preposterous. But for an unknown reason my mind began to change. The story was on the internet, in the news, and there was even a movie made about it. I was becoming convinced that the world would truly end in 2012. I dreaded the day when I, and everyone I loved, would see the world come to a standstill; but we never did.
It was a dark stormy night as I drove home from work. I was taking a long winding road with many curves and no lights. I had seen the speed limit but I didn’t care I just wanted to get home. I thought that if i had made it through the other curves at this speed I would be fine.
In the world, music creates a place where people can rant and relate themselves to when they’re going through whether it’s family issues heartbreaks, or celebrations. In my life I go through similar problems, and there is always that one song or lyric that you’re able relate to and it fully describes you. That song for me is R&B/Gospel artist Mary-Mary’s song “Walking.” I say this because it shows how I am ambitious and humble.
she didn’t have her epuimemt, her backup singers of condo made for this. She rushed through “Modern Girl.” Okay close enough, Tabitha said and heaved her box of bars, water and the swatch of the dress. She went back down to the lobby, checking for Fisher.
While i was in the house getting dress with my mom. when we was done we went outside. I started playing with the other kids who was outside already. while my parents hung out with the adults.
Haman: As I was walking down the palace road, Asense of pleasure brought a smile to my face as people bowed down to me. More and more people bowed down. Except for this one blithering idiot who would not bow. This numb headed chap was named Mordecai.
