I spent months, years even, quite literally, drowning. I didn’t just have cramps; I had what felt like a caged bird inside of me, feral, and flapping its wings in a frenzy of feathers. I didn’t just feel senses of sharp pain; I would drop to the ground, forcefully, (hunched over a pillow, rocking back and forth, clinging to my consciousness)-- as waves of impending destruction deluged me like Niagra Falls. I didn’t just experience brain fog; I experienced dementia comparable to nursing home patients, ushered to their daily meals down the same halls they wandered every day, but never seemed to remember. Reality’s gravity pulled me into a dark, hollow place matched only by my physically weakened
“I’m so bored, Dad.” I groaned. I slumped against the boathouse wall. Even though I typically hate boats, I vividly recall being so irritated that the ferry hadn’t come yet. I was at Star Line 's boathouse on Mackinac Island, and we had been waiting for at least 20 minutes for a ferry. I was beginning to become bored and angry. I was thinking, This is so boring. Then a slow, lackluster ferry came into view. Its eroded chairs were dirty as a worm’s playground. Then it started refueling. “Ugh,” I said.
The Little Mermaid is all about coming of age. In other words Ariel the main character of the story believes that she is old enough to do as she pleases. Ariel loves going to the surface. On the other hand her dad didn’t want any humans to lay eyes on her, as a result of him thinking that they are barbarians. All Ariel wants is to do what she wants when she wants. “I'm sixteen years old. I'm not a child anymore”, said Ariel. Clearly Ariel believes that she is now old enough to do whatever she wants. Her dad thinks otherwise. Ariel doesn’t acknowledge what could happen to her if humans see her. While her dad thinks too much and is to overprotective. This may be the reason why she wants to do what she wants. Her dad has been protective her whole
Do you remember the story in October 2003 about the girl who lost her arm in the shark attack off the coast of Hawaii? That young girl was Bethany Hamilton. Bethany Hamilton is a Hawaiian native who loves to surf. I find her interesting not because of the shark attack, but because of what she overcame after the attack.
A warm morning, sun shining with a slight breeze, and calm waters; the perfect day to learn how to water ski. I had never been water skiing before, I barely knew what it was, I was anxious to say in the least. I stood on the dock as my parents maneuvered the boat into the water, I’ve never been so uncertain. My family reassured me that everything would be okay as I was strapped up my life jacket. I stood on the edge of the boat, apprehensive, but I had to jump in the water, it was now or never.
You never know how helpless you are until you have a near death experience. One summer, when I was young, my family and I went to a water park. I didn’t know how to swim, but thankfully the majority of the park required no swimming ability. For one of the rides, I wanted to get out of my tube and jump around, but once I climbed out, I immediately sunk to the bottom. I tried to kick back up and just as my legs gave in, a lifeguard climbed in and pulled me up. I was grateful to him, but something was bothering me. I couldn’t save myself. That was the moment I decided that I was going to become a lifeguard someday to help myself and many others.
Next I hear the roar of the engine and we slowly started going, the boat proceeded to go faster and faster. As the boat turned the tube went out of the middle over the wake to the outside, the waves were pretty large and I caught some air and hit my head against the tube a few times. When Russ turned my body slipped backwards toward the back of the tube where my feet were in the water, I was able to use my knee to advance myself upward on the tube some to where my original position was. After a little while longer Russ slowed the boat to a stop, it was now Pipers turn and she did well at it
All of my life, I had known nothing, but Snellville, Georgia. Snellville was a very small city in Northwest Georgia, weighing in with a population of about 20,000. Since Snellville was where I was born and raised, I was used to what the city had to offer, even though it wasn't very much. My family and I had never traveled outside of the state for two reasons: we weren't in a financial position to do so and my father could not get the time off from work. It was the beginning of July in the summer of 02', when my parents completely surprised my brother and I with round-trip plane tickets for a two week stay in Greece.
Though the trail was long, the view was breathtaking. Every day, the sun rises beneath the peak, and the inflamed glow spreads all across the mountain. I volunteer down the path of McCarthy Street. I thought by registering, I could work off service hours, but at the same time, have a little fun; however, every day is just a continuous routine of doing this and that: cleaning dishes, the bathroom, and mopping the ground that is usually covered in fine mud prints.
As I step out of my car and into the field the sun is making my face warm. The sun makes my face feel warm. Like if you have ever pulled a towel out of the dryer and put it against your face. I am walking through a field with grass up to my knees. I walk up towards the pond I am going to be dove hunting at. I get to the bank of the water and look at the water. As I am watching the little ripples of the water matching the grass swaying back and forth with the wind. I then find the perfect spot to put my chair down. My chair folds out and makes a very loud screech noise. I looked up and I saw all the black birds in the trees fly away as if a gunshot went off. As I am sitting down in my chair I load my weapon. 1. 2. 3 shells are in my gun as the
I leapt from the diving board my rescue tube in hand, the air whooshing past my ears and adrenaline pumping through my veins. With a resounding splash, the swimming pool’s cool crisp water surrounded me. As I tore through the water, I looked up and saw the victim, a young woman in her twenties. A wide eyed, terrified expression was on her face as she sank underwater. I swam towards her body with all of my strength and I shoved my rescue tube into her arms. Panicking she grasped the tube as we floated to the side of the pool. Back on land my body shook from the adrenaline surging through my system. After she finished coughing the woman said, “Oh my god I thought I was going to die, thank you for saving me”.
If you think jumping off a diving board is fun, you should try cliff jumping. At the end of the summer (2015) my family and I went to Smith Lake, Alabama. We had heard about this beautiful lake from some friends of ours who had went recently and loved it. After we had heard about the lake once we kept hearing about it more and more. Nothing ever said about the lake was bad, so my mom decided to look it up. From the pictures it seemed like a super fun vacation spot so we decided to book a lake house and try it out!
My whole body was paralyzed and at that moment I was convinced that I was going to die. Daunting thoughts began to swell within my head and the yearning to cry was only thriving as the minutes passed. Sleeping had become a struggle ever since my parents had announced their divorce two months prior. Dealing with the consistent fighting of my parents during the day was enough to make me want to sleep eternally at night. However, after experiencing sleep paralysis for the first time I was then introduced to the enchanting world of lucid dreaming. As an illustration, I was enchanted by the creations I could cultivate as I slept. Under those circumstances, lucid dreaming is an overwhelming phenomenon that has had a substantially positive impact on my life.
In this article, Andersen’s story of the mermaid wishing to be loved by a human prince is one of the few classic made-up fairy tale. It’s one of the greatest Disney musical version to the young readers. An artist duo Metaphrog serves a great example in recreating the little mermaid though the young readers that’s only familiar with their vision that can be shocking by the end, which is true to the original story. The author keeps both rhythm of Andersen’s writing as well as the unhappiness that he loved so much, but none of the character in the story smiles and their brows are crumple by the worry
In The story of the little mermaid the mermaid wanted legs so she could be with the prince so she went with a person who could give her legs, but when she got the legs it felt like she was walking on glass and she couldn't talk because she had to give up her tongue for the legs also if the prince didn't marry her she will die unless she killed the prince, but instead she threw the knife and she died.so I think people should appreciate the stuff they have.