When summer time came around and people were getting excited about sleeping in, and relaxing, but for me it was fishing with my grandpa. Whose name was, Davy Adams, we used to fish for all various kinds of fish: garfish, redfish, perch any fish you could imagine. Nothing was better to me and my grandpa than sitting out under the sun throwing a fishing pole out in the water, kicking back in a chair and waiting. Growing up my grandpa would take me to do a lot of things as a child but fishing was my all-time favorite thing to do. If my grandpa and I were driving down the road and spotted a bridge with a creek or river under it we would pull over and would get out and look over the rail to see if we see any fish, if either one of us seen a fish
It is a private lake that me and my grandpa always go fishing at. When I walked down the dock I was so excited. When I got to the end my grandpa was waiting in the water for me getting ready to catch me, my grandma swimming next him shouted out, “One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to go.” Then I jumped to my grandpa. I was really scared.
It may be hard for most people to identify the exact moment in their life when they realized they cared about something bigger than what was right in front of them – the earth and its inhabitants. I, fortunately, do not fall into that category and by a series of fortuitous events—I unintentionally became an environmentalist. It was the summer of 1978, in a little patch of undeveloped land adjacent to a series of canals in Indian Harbor Beach, Florida—my hometown. Every weekend, my Dad would pack a lunch and we would walk to the canal and fish all day…it was the best time of my life...until early August. We walked to the canal about to saddle up to our favorite “secret” fishing spot and it was fenced in and had a big sign that said something to the effect of construction and stay out.
The day was so bright and still I despaired of hooking one. So laying aside the heavy tackle, I put on a tiny copper trout spoon and began to cast in towards the shore for bass. They were dour and would not rise. I fished the likely spots for half an hour and then dropped back in the rear seat to rest. The little spoon trailed out some eighteen feet behind the boat.
I can say it has been over a year since I did my last amateur cross country race, between moving, family/work responsibilities and a self admitted laziness in actually getting my ass to a race early Sunday morning when I could be sleeping in, I do, in fact miss this part of my cycling experience, therefore I am hoping to join in on the racing festivities next spring when the local mountain bike series starts up again. Even though I have not done much racing lately, I have been doing plenty of riding and having a blast exploring all the sweet trails in my small part of the world. While writing this article on racing I was reminded of all the excitement, nervousness and unplanned chaos that comes hand in hand with weekend racing and I suddenly remembered why I began racing in the first place: because I love the chaos, I love the feeling of butterflies in my stomach as I stand at the start line, waiting for the race director to yell, GO, and I love getting beat up on a technically and strenuously demanding race course and then crawling across the
My siblings and I were immediately infatuated with Drowny. Drowny was really cool. He would tuck his legs into his shell and look like a rock, and he would swim around while doing water flips. Nora would read books like Go Dog, Go to Drowny and Chika would say good morning and good night to him.
When she has an idea, you better say your farewells because you never know what might happen. Her idea of fun is walking on top of falling-in roofs, driving gators through muddy ditches, trying to shoot birds with a kids bow and arrow, and trying to make our own torches drenched in wasp raid. Very few of our ideas are smart and if our parents knew what we were doing at the time, we would be in an enormous amount of trouble. You see, my life has changed so much in the past few years that we are starting to think alike and have the same crazy and reckless ideas. We have many funny stories to tell our summers together, and one of my favorite ones was on a rainy day last spring.
It all started at my dad’s birthday party when all the adults were drinking and it was only 11 am. The kids were having fun and messing around on four wheelers and dirt bikes. We were going fast but that did not matter because we were having fun. We were at a family-friends farm, which was 1hr 45 mins away from the nearest hospital.
Crazily, I went snorkeling for the first time with my dad, the water was as cold as ice, and when I was in the Gulf of Mexico, I saw a whole bunch of starfish and went starfish hunting! We caught 17 starfish! Then to end the weekend, my sister and I went parasailing! It was so amusing to see everything in the ocean, and of course, we went swimming with the dolphins!
This weekend we get to watch a Detroit Lions game! We’re driving down to the West branch to spend some time with our friends. I can’t wait it’s going to be so much fun! My family traveled down near West Branch where we stayed for the weekend with our friends, Brent, Ronda, and their son Brendan.
“Eulogy for Thomas Bryant” Welcome friends and family (1). We are here this afternoon to pay respects to the memory of Thomas Bryant, husband of Marguerite, and my father. Thomas was a brave, selfless, funny man. I still remember the way he used to hide under the stairs and then jump out at me, grinning, when I came down for breakfast (2).
Hearing the sirens of the ambulance and from police cars growing up made me think about how I will continue to be afraid of an ambulance and police car sirens because Wyandotte County has a high crime rate and sometimes I thought about not evening stepping out of my house. Right at the moment that I step outside my house, I wouldn't know if I would come back. No ones life is guaranteed so throughout my high school years I was very strict on myself in regards to hanging out with people and with which people I can rely upon. From school, I went directly to my house because I thought it wouldn't be safe for me to be out especially in a Wyandotte County. I always had to have that in the back of my head because of the area I live in.
How are you? I have been doing great! Just being busy around Towson’s campus as usual. I actually just came back from my class’s bake sale and pie a professor event that I told you about a couple weeks ago. We successfully raised about $130 today for the refugee children’s education in Darfur, Sudan!
I originally thought spending thirty minutes outside alone without any technology, friends, or distractions was going to be extremely difficult for me. I do not consider myself an outdoor kind of person. So when I first read the assignment I did not really want to do it. I decided since I had to do this I would go some place that is really nice in hope that it would make it easier for me to tolerate being there. I went to Lake Wauberg here at the University of Florida.