I said to my friend Leah as we walked along the rocky shore. We began to head toward the looming cliffs in front of us, where the pools were. Our group leader Amanda explained how we were finding crabs for the octopus, but we barely paid attention as we began to look under just about every movable rock in sight. Annoyingly though, every time somebody found a crab they would almost shriek “I found a crab!!!!”and jump away.
I was raised in Arizona in the city of Phoenix. My Father used to work in a very small town call Cornville, Arizona, the town was about a two-hour drive from Phoenix. He would come down every weekend; sometimes he would stay for just the weekend and others the whole week. It was very rare that we would go visit just because any breaks that we had from school that were longer than two days, we would go to my grandmother house in Sonora, Mexico.
I Love Lucy Too In the classic show “I Love Lucy”, Lucy Ricardo was the title character that everyone adored. While she was a housewife and later, a mother, Lucy was also a humorous character that naively believed she would be in show business and become a star.
The first day of school was the beginning of the notes to self Cassandra would pen in pain to herself. If she ever had children, they would be registered for school. Mrs. Russell, one of the teacher’s aides, became her new best friend as she took Cassandra by the hand and led her to the classroom. She made the students feel welcomed and appreciated. God used her to take away the fear of being left alone in the great big world of elementary school.
In this scene, Anne took time out of her journaling and studying to make presents for every single person living in the annex. She did it out of purely good intentions, and worked as hard as she could to bring her living-mates happiness. As you can see, Anne Frank is a breed of her own, with her never-ceasing joy and her constant attempts to make others happy. No one can deny that, at times, she was misleaded, but out of the kindness of her heart, she would do anything for others. Anne’s generosity is beyond compare, and had this been the journal of any other person, one can doubt that it would include such an abundance of
“I’m going to have so much fun dressing her in all those cute little clothes.” Al, my husband’s dad, had commented about his younger wife, “Peggy would have been a good mom. It’s a shame she didn’t have children. She’ll be a big help with your kids, and will treat them as her own.”
They didn’t do cross country, I thought... but didn’t say. About three weeks before school started, I caved in and went to a practice with Sam. She as well had mixed feelings about it, like me. Waking up bright and early that morning, I
i wouldn’t be standing heer today if it weren’t for my sister Pam’s quick thinking and ingenuty. One summer day when I was about 7 my mom, dad, sister and I went to Wooley Hollow State Park to picnik and swim. Hot dogs for grilling and icee cold watermelon filled the cooler, but Pam and I could think of only one thing – SWIMMING The fist thing we did was head to the water. It was a hot day, and the water felt so nice and refreshing.
Wet fishing flies are meant to go under the surface of the water. Most wet fly bait will sink on its own, quickly and effectively, but a sinker may be added to the line to increase weight if necessary. Lastly, there is the nymph-style fly fishing bait. Meant to represent the fly 's juvenile state, real-life nymphs frequently match the color and shade of the bottom of a river or lake.
Danica and Daisy were doing the same activity. They both said to their dad, “We’re making a swimming pool.” Their dad responded, “Look what you made guys, swimming pool made of leaves!” On the other hand, Dexter and Dennis were both laying down at the leaves. They were both hiding and resting at the pile of the leaves.
Sitting on the edge of the stingray aquarium at Seaworld, dazing into the crystal clear water was a beautiful sight. The beaming of the heat on my back, and the humidity making my hair frizzy was overwhelming. I nervously hovered my hand over the water and poked my finger into the habitat. My ears then, caught the sound of the food machines clicking. The sound caught my brothers attention too.
As I jogged down the never ending sea of golden sand, I finally reach the shore and smell the fresh ocean breeze. I see the glistening ocean water, and hear the waves swaying on the water, and feel the radiant sun on my neck. When I decided to go swim, the burning sand made me sprint. So I don’t burn my feet, then accidentally fell into the surprisingly cold water, and I tasted the salty ocean water that tasted worse than tater tot hot dish.
She swims and swims so deep it starts to get dark. While she was swimming she opened her mouth forgetting she’s under water. She swallowed some water and scrunched her face because of the saltiness. While she was swimming she saw something like a rock so she knew she was close to the ground.
I was wondering along the lake, when I met the greatest bunch of water droplets around. I guess you could say they were my homies. We all loved to dance together, especially to ‘Watch Me’. We all whipped and Nae Naed, and when we felt crazy enough, we sometimes even hit the quan. We were the greatest bunch of friends, but Yolanda fell into the pool of thirsty water drinking chickens.
Harriet Taylor’s family moved to Bay County when she was eight years old and Harriet began third grade at none other than Springfield Elementary School. “It’s kind of cool that I got to start here and now I’m ending here.” she says with a proud smile, a Springfield tiger through and through. At Springfield, Harriet found her love for school.