On one early Friday morning after waking from a long winter sleep I was preparing to go find some food for her very hungry little cubs..
I have a lot on my plate considering I am having to care for 3 very hyper, high maintenance, and hungry babies. My oldest boy was named Charlie, following with the middle child Madeline, and my little runt baby Chunk.
Me and my precious little babies live in a beautiful valley in Yellowstone national park full of berries and deer, and little predators that could harm my babies. I am a 5 year old mama grizzle that had one of the most successful parents in the park. Being a grizzle I 'm not scared of much but humans are very unpredictable powerful animals making me and every
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I did know humans where inhabiting the camp but after checking the perimeter for any sign of humans I knew they where off doing something else. Confident my babies where going to be fine, I told the kids it was safe, and let them eat tell there hearts content. After the three little ones all had there stomachs full, we began our walk back to the den. Knowing the road lead to the trail back home I followed the road, when suddenly I heard the sharp spooky sounds of there raging screeches. It was the humans, they where walking up the road back to camp! Acting fast I hurried my babies up a tree and made a sharp turn toward the humans. Growling and snarling I chased them away from my precious babies.
Knowing the humans where a good distance away from the tree my little ones where hiding in I went back to them. It took around five minutes of following the little gravel road to finally see the glimmering eyes of my youngsters. Happy to see me they gracefully slid down the tree and into a big reassuring hug.
Shortly after arriving to the den I gave my little ones some milk and tucked them in for the night. While I watched them sound asleep i thought about how grateful I am to have my babies with me and that they where save from the over powering wrath of humans. What seemed like seconds later I drifted off to the soft snores and whines of my
To most, Post-traumatic stress disorder is a phrase synonymous with war veterans and coping victims. But to me, PTSD simply sums up my childhood. My mother immigrated to the United States when she was twelve years old. An orphan of the Cambodian genocide, she was scarred mentally and physically by years of enslavement and inconsolable abandonment. My mother’s PTSD gave way to her everyday paranoia, and being raised by her has made growing up very challenging.
the orphans would ask him. “It 's coming,” George would reply. Sure enough, about 2 minuets later, the milkman opened the door and stepped in. It turned out, his milk-cart had broken down, right in front of the orphanage, and he thought the orphanage could use the extra
This time I ran to the door to catch what was making that noise, and I hid next to the door. There was a light moving around my front door in circles, like someone had a flashlight, moving it around. I stood sideways at the door, determined to catch whatever was there. When I stood sideways at the door to catch what was in the bushes, I looked through the window on the door -and I saw a whole family.
The transition from eighth grade to ninth grade is one of the most difficult but unforgettable things a student must do in his adolescence. For me, it was filled with new opportunities of taking Ap classes and joining clubs. One of these cubs was Youth and Government (Y&G). For as long as I can remember my brother, Riad, has boasted about how amazing Y&G is and how it has changed his life. My brother is three years older then me, so as a freshman he was a senior in Y&G.
And once again, the next morning the boy woke up, fed the dog, and headed out to herd the sheep. It was about midday when suddenly, he heard a howl. He thought at first that it was only a joke by the other village boys, but the howls got even louder and louder. Suddenly, a furry grey head popped up from the woods ahead, and then several others followed. They advanced down the hill and gathered around him.
I remember hearing the sound of the front door close behind the Sadhus and anticipating the feeling of leaving the room I had been in all day. I ran downstairs, relaxed on the couch, and fell asleep without thinking twice about it. Eventually, I woke up to the sound of voices approaching my house and I quickly ran to the window to see who it was. I saw
I asked her give me some food, told her that I was leaving this town forever, and that I just wanted to meet her, but that it could now never happen, I cried and quickly left. When I went home and cried my heart out. I didn’t know what to do, except hate everyone and Christmas. I told myself if Santa’s magic helped me, why didn’t he help her, I didn’t even know who she was, I didn’t even say Thank You. After years of being stuck in that mountain, there was a dog who was freezing outside.
Our third day in the village was one I'll never forget. It was 9 am and already 90 degrees, but we were ready for a day of tree planting. I was digging in the dirt, when suddenly, I felt a slight tug on my pants. I turned to see the sweetest boy reaching up to me with wide arms, desperate to be held. His eyes screamed to me a need for love and attention.
But wait, what if my parents were in trouble? In an attempt to save them from a burglar or a fire, I sprinted to the front door. To my surprise, there was no such danger: only my parents, a mysterious woman, and two policemen. After a brief encounter, my father and the woman were escorted out with a few of his belongings that he threw into a makeshift
I felt a cold breeze throughout the house like I was in a field out in the wind. I got up and my father was still here he told me to go out and get the garbage. I went and did that my drive way was really long so it took me about a minute to get it to the curb. On my way back I heard a scream like I had never heard before. The sound hit me like a bullet.
His snores were as loud as a tornado siren. He thought he heard something but then thought to himself, “I 've been all alone for years nobody else will ever end up here.” But, then he heard the noise again. So he got up and went out and checked. He saw these little creatures on a small floating log it looked like.
Childhood injuries were common every now and then when I was younger. One of my first injuries I remember having was on a swing set. Around the age where I was a toddler and had a baby sitter, we would go outside and play on the days it was sunny or warm. So the first thing I would run to is the swing set. After this point I would start swinging and think that it would be impressing to do a stunt.
When I got there I saw a male chimp climbed down the stairs and three baby chimpanzees followed him. He played with them for a little bit. The lady in the blue told us the male chimp was Ben. After he played with them, he traveled he wanted to be alone and he was inactive. The baby chimps climbed
Intro Have you ever been tackled by a cat,have you wet yourself because of a cat I have and let me tell you it was not fun. If you like to dig into people's past this memoir is for you. If you want it you got it!! 10 FT flame Have you ever felt the heat of an 10 ft flame? I have and it was hot.
Landing on Utopia I stepped out of the spaceship onto dry green plants that reminded me of grass. I was overwhelmed by all the new smells, sights and sounds that were coming towards me. It was just incredible that we had traveled for six years in some sort of coma, and now we were finally here. Every family was standing together and talking eagerly to each other about all the new sights, sounds and smells.