I had just woken from one of my short dream in the happenings of insomnia. My mother had rushed into my dully painted grey bedroom and explained the news, but not the news that shows on the television every morning— this was something different, an event never spoken of.
“I have to go pick up my friend Robert. Make sure to feed your brothers and yourself as well, the food is in the kitchen waiting,” said my mother rushing out the door.
“Wait, mom! Where are you heading to?”
“I’m heading to Mt. Rainier sweetie,” she responded right as the door closed.
I was still confused as to why my mother had to go and pick up her friend from Mt. Rainier, because who would want to leave the beautiful views there? I rushed outside hoping to see if my mother
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“It’s a long drive to the mountain and back. When I go pick up Robert, the car has to be clean of any trash. I’m sure we would go on a hike as well. It would be another cool experience since we will be adventuring on the other side of Mt.Rainier,” she concluded.
“So, Robert isn’t in trouble? I thought you came back because he needed some help even though paramedics probably would have been the first choice anyway if it was an emergency.” I imagined Robert being safely inside a tent for a few days, looking up at the light blue skies while waiting for us to pick him up. My thoughts about Robert appeared like a flash of light and quickly stopped. Now back to reality; we already had to leave.
Just until now did I realize that my mother had been wearing hiking clothing along with her professional boots, and a hiking backpack that was so huge that it could possibly hold my fragile, nine-year-old brothers. Mom’s clothes were brighter than what she would wear on a typical shopping day. My brothers, on the other hand, were not able to match any clothing correctly. It was like like trying to put a puzzle piece to the wrong puzzle board. It was just a crazy
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My brothers and I were listening to cultural music, watching the clear skies drift by, and a put on a lot of sunscreen during the wait. The boys were sitting in the back seats, eating their beef jerky and potato chips. I felt that the trip was too long. I saw a lot of evergreen trees and wildlife crossing the roads. The forest was very dense, and there was a lot less sunlight as we approached higher elevation. My mother stopped in Buckley to take a quick break. “Children, do you have to go use the bathroom? This will be the only time I would stop on the road until we get to Sunrise, Mt. Rainier National Park!” my mother
The state of Missouri has plenty of musical artists to be proud of with jazz innovator Charlie Parker from Kansas City and legendary rocker Chuck Berry from St. Louis. The Rainmakers are an original rock band from Kansas City. They came out with a string of hits in the late 1980s and early 1990s in the U.S. and Europe. This bar band still performs.
The trip there was around 14 hours, stopping at a hotel on the way down. Finally The long ride was over. We saw the sign “Welcome to Tennessee” it stated, We have finally arrived. We left early, When we arrived at our log cabin in the Mountains of Gatlinburg, We unpacked, got settled, ect.
WASHINGTON — Since President Barack Obama decided to rename Mount McKinley, why not also restore the Native American name of Mount Rainier, the iconic Washington state peak named for a British admiral who fought the Americans during the Revolutionary War? That 's what advocates in the long battle to rename Mount Rainier as Mount Tacoma or Tahoma want to know. "It 's a much more compelling argument to rename the mountain here than in Alaska," said Bill Baarsma, former mayor of the city of Tacoma and president of the Tacoma Historical Society.
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.
“ I scrambled back up. I left my bike there, it’s wheels spinning, and ran for home. I ran in absolute terror, listening for the sound of the car squealing back around to come after me again. I burst through the front door, crying hysterically. My goggles were twisted back around my head.
I deliberately tried to believe that my eyes were tricking me, but in reality we were in a perilous situation. Distraught, I heard Mama’s calm and, placid voice turn to a rough cough. The house was on fire! Papa yelled to me. “Go to the meadow!
For First Nations tribes, myths are a way of preserving cultural values, traditions, and beliefs. They give the tribe a sense of continuity and identity and aid in passing down its history and beliefs from one generation to the next. In addition to providing moral instruction, myths can be used to explain the natural world and its phenomena. They can also be used to deal with uncertainty, loss, and other difficulties. First Nations tribes can keep a strong connection to their ancestry and cultural traditions by comprehending and sharing their myths.
When I saw the flash of my mom 's headlights my body shook with fear and I held in a sob. My mom opened the front door and I ran to her, clinging to her like I did when I was a child. I felt the warmth of her skin against mine and listened for a moment to her heartbeat. “Can we talk about something?” I asked, letting go of my mom.
The sunset looked like a honey crisp apple. When we got out the doors, it was very busy. The air was cool and bland. Trying to squeeze through
Anna was screaming on the top of her lungs because she found her mother lying on the floor bleeding. ’’Mother who did this to you’’ said Anna. A british soldier who killed your father’’ said Mary. Then Mary took her last breath and passed away. Anna was sobbing because her mother died like her
My dad had woken up a few minutes after 11:00 am, and immediately I ran to show him all the clues about mom’s disappearance, also asking him if we could bike to my mom’s factory. “This is a nice story you’ve made up dear,” He said after reading the notes. “I’m sure your mother just left early this morning. She could have come in late last night without us noticing.” I sighed.
I was anxious to see what this new place was, It was sooo different from where I used to live. After that, we came straight to Colorado, It was blazing hot, this place had an “airport” smell. My relatives welcomes us with warm rice with curry. Their house looked very different from where I used to live.
“Mama,” Wangero said sweet as a bird. “Can I have these old quilts?” I heard something fall in the kitchen, and a minute later than the kitchen door slammed. “Why don’t you take one or two of the others?” I asked.
The father then returns to the hospital to await his son’s wakening. You see, the boy falls into a sleep, which the doctors expect him to rouse from any minute. However, as the time drags on, the boy’s parents grow more worried. The boy’s mother forgot all about the cake she had ordered
" That was the longest long ride for my parents, brother, and my brother's friend. We arrived and the first thing I remember doing was getting a rock and throwing it in the river. My brother and his friend