This story takes place last summer in the month of July, about one week. My family and I went on a trip out west. Our final destination was in South Dakota. We left on a monday morning and I remember my mom was trying to get me up and they almost left without me. Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof. My dad eventually tied it down and off we went. After being in the car for over three hours my little cousin Maddie had to use the bathroom and I was really hungry.
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.
Right now I am on a plane headed to Europe. With me are Jack Hileman,John Shleinz,Grant Williams,Nathan Jolly,and David Beilin. We are almost over the Amazon,when the plane begins to shake then fall. Grant screamed, “What are we going to do?” Nathan shouted in response, “I don’t know you tell me wise guy.” I was thinking to myself that we were going to die. John comes over to me with a floatation device. John was resourceful like that. To save ourselves we all decided to jump out of the plane. When we were out of the plane we decided to swim to the Amazon for safety.
I had lived in Woonsocket Rhode Island all my life. It was a peaceful town and had one of the lowest crime rates in the country. My father moved here after he met my mother Sara because he came from a bad neighborhood. We don’t like to talk about it much, it’s just something we really don’t know how to explain. It’s me, my brother Joe, my mother Rose, and my father Michael. My name is also Michael after my father, its been a family name and when I get older I want to name my kid Michael to continue the heritage. We lived on Shamans Street, right off the main avenue. It was considered one of the safest places in Woonsocket, I could never feel safer I was like a baby in a carriage.
So after our visit to Cedar Lake we set off on our way to the badlands. Now this isn't going to be like the kind of story where i talk about our amazing time their and skip all the driving. This is about the trip their and the many of complications but many of miracles. Our trip to the badlands is one of the most inspirational parts of this entire book. Their are many of places and times when God really reveales himself to us and shows us his great mercy.
I check my phone, aghast to see that it is already nine. I wolf down a thickly buttered bagel and in no time we are on the water. Uncle Vinney is the captain of the boat and an avid fisherman. “Look at the size of this one,” is his classic line as he opens his phone and slides though the pictures of recent fish that he’s caught. “Ka-plunk”. We drop the anchor, stopping the boat in shallow sandy area where we can spend the afternoon. With little hesitation we are in the water. Splashing fights are immediate, but soon we start an organized game of tag while the grownups relax and prepare lunch aboard the boat. Sandwiches in the cooler, our parents make their way into the water too. Aunty’s scream scares me. I can’t see her, but I can tell that she’s on the far side of the boat. Uncle Vinney and my father come to the same conclusion and rush to her side. What was once a relaxing afternoon on the water is juxtaposed with frantic commotion as Chris is hauled aboard the boat. “Mom, it’s not good,” I hear Chris say. “I can’t feel anything”. Someone calls an ambulance which meets us when we make it to shore. Chris is lifted onto a stretcher by the EMTs who rush him into the ambulance. Uncle Vinney and Aunt Kathy join him. Their faces stricken with grief as the doors slam shut. As the ambulance pulls away my mind continues to spin. “What just happened?” I wonder as I sit down on a white lawn chair on the
One day, on a Saturday afternoon . We went to the boat. The boat is parked at the bow at Newman lake. The boat is a blue and white color. The blue is a dark blue but faded. The boat also could go to about 45-50 miles per hour. Anyway let's get on with the story...
My favorite places all have one thing in common, time seems to slow down when I’m there. One such place is Sebago Lake, specifically, during sunrise. Every year my family visits Sebago one week during summer, and on the second day, my dad and I wake early to put our boat in the water. On that morning I have to get dressed in the dark. I pad downstairs, grab a box of cereal, and hustle out to the truck where my dad waits, the boat trailer hooked to the back. It’s too early to talk, so we sit quietly as we drive down to the rickety old boat ramp. He pulls into the lot, I hop out, and walk over to the boat, tossing the buoys over the side for protection. I walk to the beginning of the dock to help direct the trailer onto the ramp. My dad backs
If my friend and I could have a limo for 24 hours I would want to go to South Dakota. Three things I would want to do there are, got to Mount Rushmore, The Badlands, and Crazy Horse Monument. The first place we could go to is Mount Rushmore. We could go there because it is the only monument that has all four presidents heads carved into rock. Another reason why I want to go to South Dakota is so I can take my friend to see the Bad Lands. The Bad Lands are very cool. You would think the are made out of rock, but they aren 't. The last place I would want to go is to Crazy Horse Monument. Crazy Horse Monument is a monument of Crazy Horse the Indian. When I was there I met real Indians and I got a souvenir that was hand made
A few weeks ago, I hit the surface of a lake while going forty miles per hour. It all started when we made the one and a half hour trip up to Bartlett lake. When we arrived, we promptly proceeded to unload everything from the small trailer. The trailer felt like it was two hundred feet long because unloading took forever. We then searched for flashlights and lanterns so we could see in the dark. While we were searching, one of the other scouts said “Hey, I think I found a flashlight”. When he held it up, I shined my flashlight on it and said “That’s only a rock!” We all laughed. A couple of other guys eventually found flashlights. Later, we found the two lanterns. We took one of the lanterns out of the case, put a wick in the lantern
I had music playing and I was climbing up rocks and found this one that sat up high and overlooked the shimmering teal water with the breathtaking sunrise resting on the horizon. I climbed up and after deciding it was sturdy enough I sat there until everyone had woke up. Then, it was time to go back to the dock to get ice, bait, and shower. For the rest of the day we all hung out on the water swimming, tubing, wake boarding, and me taking every possible chance there was to take a picture. This trip really showed me how much I love photography and need a better camera. Later on that day we decided to try to find Horseshoe Falls and that’s when things seemed cursed. On our way there our boat started to act funny, so we stopped took a break. Then it worked fine, at least that what we thought for about five minutes, then it stopped completely. After my uncle and dad tried to fix it, we decided to just call it a day and go back to the campsite. They towed us with a piece of rope the whole way there taking about an hour and a half. Once back we started a fire and everyone had steak but me of course had a grilled cheese, and after dinner we got to have pies which was a big highlight for me since it was anything but grilled cheese. It later turned into an adult conversation, since all the kids left to find frogs, so I got inattentive and went to the rock I found earlier and started a time lapse while sitting to watch the
Everything past the bait shop is just nature and occasional farms. I really enjoy the outdoor nature feeling especially during the summer. I always look out the window at all the different trees and wildlife. When we get close my dad begins to drive very slowly due to the giant ditches in the dirt “road”. My dad stops after each ditch and plans out how he is going to get around the next one without his car slipping into it. As he goes down this road we are bumping up and down constantly, especially when he hits a small ditch. That road ends right at our favorite fishing spot. It is called “The Backwaters of Crooked Creek” or at least that is all I know it as. When we get off that road my dad parks his car next to the woods and we both get out. I walked to our trunk, open it up, and release that we didn’t buy any chicken liver. I told him that we forgot to buy some and he told me that he is having Jimmy bring some out. We use the chicken liver as bait for the catfish. I brought all of the fishing stuff down near the water to get ready to fish. My dad grabs our two fishing chairs and our drinks. We start fishing and get nothing but little bluegill for
During the summer I really didn’t do anything but I still had fun. We didn’t go anywhere excited for vacation but my brother and I went to North Dakota, other than that I worked a little bit to get some money for the things that I want.
As soon as we got to the lake I was stunned the lake looked so sparkly and surprisingly clean with only a few leaves. We headed on to the sandy beach, and I hesitantly put my toes in. Then I shrieked and leaped out back onto the safety and warmth of the sand. Then my dad asked if I wanted to have a contest to see who could go out farther into the freezing cold water. Of course I said yes cause I wanted to beat my dad. We headed out and suddenly my body felt like it had turned to ICE it was so cold, of course my dad won since I was so cold! We then just stood in the water and watched my brother play on the sand and attempt to join us. He would run a little ways into the water then right back out, to where my mom who was sitting on the sand. My brother is 5 years old and very energetic and
The sun was in our eyes as we all watch the horrifying lesson of the day. We were all fishing in the green mossy water. It was burning hot outside. As soon as we finished catching a lot of the slimy fish. My dad and my brother both wanted to have it for dinner. But, me and my mom along with my two sisters wanted to set them free in the crystal clear waters. So, my Uncle obviously chose my Dad’s and Tristan’s side, because he loved eating fish. He brought us all over to a little, grassy, itchy, spot. We were all so young we didn’t know what he was doing. So we watch him gut a fish. As he was showing us my older cousin, Honnalora, made a face in disgust. She was old enough to understand. So, he explained till the end, while we were hot and sweaty.