The view I had longed for ever since I was a child, is now beginning to fade away as the rain begins to fall, I take one last look from the visiter 's center and say goodbye silently. We left shortly after and I flet blessed to have shared that moment with my friends. I will go back again one day, there is still so much to see. I hope next time to travel down into the canyon for an even greater
The way that I arrived here was when I and my mother took a road trip to visit my aunt in Pelham, Georgia. I was so amazed at the beautiful country setting, the warm weather in the middle of February, and the friendly people; but I was also home sick at the same time. I really enjoyed our trip and was thankful that I got to see my family, but I was ready to get back home. Upon returning from our trip, my mom started talking about moving down south. She had a number of
However, it didn’t live up to my expectations like I thought it would. When I came home for the first time, last year during fall break as a freshman, I never realized how beautiful Iowa was. I remember stating to my mom how everything looked so breathtaking, and she laughed at me because she thought I was kidding. I don’t regret coming to school in Omaha, I’m glad I chose to adventure off because I would never view home the way I do now if I haven’t left home. God’s creation is so magnificent and powerful that it is hard not to appreciate every inch of this world.
We spent 3 days there exploring the Golden Gate Bridge, downtown Francisco and the Chinese Tea garden. Then on our way back to LA, we spent a whole day at Yosemite National Park. The park was just breathtaking with the sky high and steep mountains, oh what a view it was. We hiked a mountain half way and
Written Essay I migrated to the United States of America on January 16, 1970, along with my wonderful parents and amazing siblings: four boys and my baby sister. I remember that it was a cold winter night, it had snowed and this was all new for me. Although, I was already missing my beloved country, El Salvador, friends, and childhood memories, I knew that I would easily adjust to our new country because I was fortunate to have my family by my side. I vividly recall how I said to Dad as we were heading from the airport to our new home, “Dad this country is so beautiful.” When he heard this, he and mom had a wonderful smile on their face as they knew that all their sacrifices had been worthwhile.
Although she didn't want me to go alone no one else would go with me so she bought me one round trip ticket to a small Alaskan town, with a connecting flight to Lake Clark. I thought that my high expectations may be lowered as soon as I got there, but I was wrong. I could only see some of the 4 million acre park and the little that I could see had already taken me aback with it's beauty. I could see the Sitka Spruce and hoped
I grew up between Mesa, Arizona and Lake Tahoe, Nevada. However, I was originally born in Syracuse, New York. I love to travel and see many different places. I have visited Mexico, France, England and Ireland. I still have so many places to see, but most of all I enjoy spending time with my
This summer I had so much fun doing outdoor activities. On a birthday trip to Pigeon Forge, TN, with my family, we did a ropes course, went zip lining, and went rafting. Doing all those activities in one day filled me with excitement and fear at the same time. At the end of the day, I was tired but happy!
Scott Momaday, is a story of his past. Momaday explains how his grandmother was the last of the kiowas and that, in itself, made her special. He goes on to say that she still kept in touch with the tribe because he remembers how some kiowas, greasy hair and all, came to visit. Momaday was young, and this crafted how he saw his grandmother and the stories she told him sparked his imagination. When the time comes that his grandmother passes, he returns to the place that triggered his memory and drove his imagination.
The wagon train was one of the best things I have ever done. I loved it for many reasons. We were outside in the mountains for a whole week, with no electricity. It was, surprisingly, a really nice break from everything.
Just as I began to enjoy my stay in California, I had to leave once again. Again, I became an empty slate having to start anew in a different middle school. However, this time I was much more accepting of the sudden move to Arizona, especially since I knew that the move was for the sake of my mom’s job, and for the sake of my siblings and I’s livelihood. I learned how to sacrifice factors in my life, such as spending my 8th grade year with my friends, for other important aspects such as my mom’s job.
A significant experience that has a meaning to me was when I moved to Atlanta, Georgia. Moving from Dayton, Ohio to Atlanta, Georgia had the biggest impact on my life, because I know, from what others experience, when moving to a whole other state, you have to step out of your comfort zone. You have to leave your family behind and you also have to leave your old friends behind and try to make new friends. Moving to another state, it’s like starting a new life. No one knows you or your past, so it's all about your future now.
Moving isn't easy to me and my family. I have moved from state to state and city to city but not found the perfect place to life. But my mom told me we are moving to Arizona. Can this please be the perfect place to life. We arrived to our house, the house wasn’t the biggest but i can deal with it.
Moving to Idaho Falls would be a splendid idea. People who live in Idaho Falls tend to be more delighted than the rest. There are plenty of things to do such as, shopping, hanging out with friends, eating at restaurants, and plenty of other things. These three events have made me who I am today and I have gained a lot of new knowledge as well. When I first found out that I was moving to Idaho Falls I had mixed emotions I was thrilled yet heartbroken at the same time.
At the age of 6, my mother informed my siblings and I that we would be moving from Alaska to Washington. In the beginning, we were all drawn with sadness due to having to leave the place we called home, our family, and friends that we had made. My mother had told us it was for the better, we would be better able to thrive in Washington. At the time my father had work hours on end, while my mother was at home watching the kids. The job that my father had paid well, but required that he constantly works.