I stepped off of the minuscule plane at about 6:00 pm, and I quickly waited in the frigid cold for my bags to be unloaded. I'd been begging my mom for a trip to Lake Clark in Port Alsworth, Alaska ever since 4 years ago when she told me the story how she read about the parks establishment on December 2nd, 1980 when she was only 10 years old. She told me about the history of the Athabascan people who had made Lake Clark their home so many years ago. My mother also told me about the icy flowing waters and the diverse group of animals who make Lake Clark their home. I've been looking forward to coming to this beauty for the past 3 months ever since my mom had finally agreed to let me go.
What better place to build a hotel for everyone to enjoy the fresh mountain air than Estes Park, Colorado. This story tells the time I visited this beautiful, mysterious, haunted hotel. Last year my family and I, consisting of my little brother, mother and father, took a vacation trip to Estes Park, Colorado to get away from dirty and flat black-void of Kansas. It was along seven hour drive but when we got there I was ready to get out of the car.
I remember the day I received a little yellow paper that said, “Cinthia Gordillo you are eligible to participate in commencement.” I started tearing up because I knew that I had accomplished one of my dreams as well as my mother’s dream. My mom decided to leave her home town in Honduras because of the lack of jobs and violence. I was born in Madera, CA four months after my mom migrated to California. Growing up my mom emphasized the importance of education however, out of her six children I was the first one who decided to pursue a higher education. Three traits that identify me are achiever, learner, and diversity.
I remembered my great-grandmother saying that when she was a child her father was a sharecropper. It stirred my curiosity about them as a society, what they were like and such as that, so I chose to write my essay about Sharecropping. When I finished with high school, I wanted to go to college to study journalism. The only way we would ever afford it was if I earned a scholarship,
One warm august night my sister Ellie and I watched the film Into the Wild. The story of Chris McCandless reconnecting with nature and going out on his own was profound to me. My mom was an avid hiker when she was younger and even climbed Mount Olympus, but as she’s gotten older and kids and life have taken over hiking hasn’t been much of priority. After the movie ended I told her I wanted to go on a short backpacking trip by myself before I had to go back to school and immediately my ten year old sister wanted to come with me. I agreed and we spent the next twenty four hours planning, packing and figuring out exactly where we were going.
This past week I flew to Texas with my Mom so we could attend my Grammy’s funeral. It was a very difficult week but once I got down there my friend from kindergarten picked me up so I could get out of the house for a while. Even though I told him I was doing okay, he knew that I was really struggling. I was in such a better mood after spending some time with him that I couldn’t stop thanking him for understanding what I needed. Even though it was hard for me to know that my Grammy had passed away, someone told me that I needed to be excited for her.
She doesn’t regret doing it because if she hadn 't she would have never flown her first plane. After that moment she realized that’s what she wanted to do and have that be her passion in life. Not much later she breaks her own personal record by flying across North America for the second time. “American avicator, one of the world’s most celebrated, who was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.” https://www.britannica.com/biography/Amelia-Earhart Amelia formed a pilot group that was known as the “Ninety-Nines.” Her whole journey started when she moved to California to live with her parents. She took her first flight lesson there and she instantly knew that’s what she wanted to do.
To my luck, my Mom agreed to find me a gym to join the sport when I was in second grade. Now, for many athletes, this story would continue on to tell about how the sport changed her life by teaching dedication, motivation, character building and leadership skills. Naturally, I would credit my involvement in competitive cheerleading with helping to build all those attributes in myself. However, it was one of my very lowest moments that led me to develop a passion for a professional nursing degree. Six years later
In 1915 Edwin and Amy got a divorce, and Amy took the girls and moved to Chicago to live with friends for a while. Amelia attended an exclusive high school and junior college. Then, in 1919 she went to Columbia University, but left after only one year to go see her parents in Los Angeles California, because they had gotten back together. When Amelia was 23 years old, she took her first airplane ride. Biographies.com writes what Amelia said after she took her first flight, “As soon as we left the ground, I knew I had to fly.” So at the age of 23 Amelia Earhart knew that flying was her passion.
I gave up most of my social life in middle school and high school. Thankfully, I had my parents who always told me family and school come first. I started to get recruited at the age of thirteen. I was flying across the country for this sport. Playing college softball was one of my goals,