Over the Border Every year my family decides what to do for the holidays and where to go. Most of the time I have no say in it because my uncles insist on visiting or they invite us over. It doesn’t help that all of my family lives in Texas, California, and Mexico. This year has been the first time that we have spent Christmas and New Years here at home with just my family in a long time. Last year we took a long trip to Chihuahua, Mexico which is the biggest part/state of Mexico where my mother is from.
The tall waves, that would drench you with water if you had come near, shrink, shrink, and shrink until the tips become seafoam, and unwillingly, go back, back into the ocean, where it belongs, where I belong. I noticed way above the ocean, in the cloud-ful sky, the clouds began to darken, and darken till the clouds altered color to a dark, dark, dark grey. The rain began to fall, water droplets trickled, about to fall on me, and I would begin to feel water, but the wife of the fisherman who saved me from death put and umbrella over my head, and I could hear the sounds of the tiny, tiny, tiny droplets of water fall on the umbrella, I was jealous. She pulled me inside, boom, I heard lightning crash down, I looked out the window to hear, and see the coming thunder, boom, there is was again. The fisherman forced an umbrella into my hand, not letting me let go, we rushed outside, on the top of the mountain near us, where there was a village, a place to take shelter, shelter that was safe from the thunder of the storm.
The day was finally here, I was ready. I had all my bags packed ready to go on a new journey of riding a bus for 27 hours to Washington D.C for a Citizenship Washington Focus trip though 4-H. I said goodbye to my mom at the Grainery and hopped into the large van with many other strangers who I will soon realize will become my “family” for the next ten days. As we drove on the interstate we had to stop at Brookings to pick up another passenger before completing the short trip in a van to Sioux Falls. Once we arrived at Sioux Falls we had the chance to eat at Deny’s.
Down-hill long-boarding is the sport of a longer skate board that is meant to mimic a surf board. Some would say it is “snowboarding the gravel” or “surfing the earth” , I would call it soaring the sky of the road. I start a hill by first seeing the view it gives me, looking at all the beauty of nature, seeing the surrounding peace shall give me peace within. Down the blazing gravel trail is the incline that slithers like a snake trying to throw you off of its back, though it may feel hot to the touch the road is ice cold on the inside, it wont think twice taking a little bit of you with your falls. So knowing gravity, the road and everything else on this earth is against this
I have always thought of going to kings island until i was told i was going to go this summer. When i was told i was going to kings island i was so excited, i had never been to an amusement park or anything like kings island. I was told i had to go to bed really early because if i didn 't i would be really tired, because you have to walk around a lot at kings island and it is a huge park.
We started off the trip driving four hours in the jerky SUV. Altogether, there were five people stuck in the car. Molly, Katie, me, Grace, my mother, and Maggie. My mother packed snacks to feed a herd of wild buffalo. We played games, watched movies, and slept until we arrived in Ohio.
This line was for check in so the security can see if you are legally coming inside of the country. After that line we had to go get our bags when we first walk into this big space first the I see were these humongous fans, It's like the fans were blowing wind at you that was going 100 MPH. When we found our bags we had to walk for a little to find our bus so it can take use to the hotel. When we found our bus it was like this big coach bus and the seats were soooooo comfortable. When the bus started driving the bus had other people on it of course so it had to drop all of those people to their hotel so
The topic for the descriptive essay for this course will focus on my trip to the Mexican Riviera last January. As I have never been somewhere tropical before, or on many vacations at all, this week long experience made a lasting impression. From waking up and seeing the sun rise over the oceans horizon to having a fine cigar and snifter of cognac under the stars at night, this essay hopes to describe the amazing experience that affected me
we stop at a couple of markets to buy souvenirs,by then we were all exhausted so we decided to call it a night. Morning came and we started are day, we went for a jet ski ride at the beach the beach water was amazing it was so clear and blue I just wanted to stay there all day long after the beach we all went to a resort the resort had lots of different things to do the first thing we did was swim underneath big caves the caves were dark and the water was so cold, after the caves we went snorkeling I have to say that was the best part of the trip I saw tons of different sea creatures I got to touch live stingray even though I was so scared I had to do
They were miracles! I ran to them and swatted and tried to catch one, at least one in the brisk air of autumn. But, when I reached out for one they all slipped away from our universe into an infinite abyss of a forever black night and tiny specks of
Three years before I actually made it to India, I was sixteen and set out to go to Lhasa. Soñath monastery had been my home since I was eight but I never found it difficult to leave. My friend and I boarded the bus that went from Soñath to Hoyen to Corgay to Labrong to Gompang to Lhasa. Exiting the bus in Lhasa I practically shouted: “Where can we find a guide to India?”
From there, they were all alone. None of them knew English or the way to a safe shelter but they continued on in search of a better life in which they would flourish. Many immigrants from all over the world see America as the country where success is blind to race. Here, they
I’ve never wrote a diary before, I thought it was pointless, why write something that no one is going to read? I go back to school in 2 days which is pretty depressing after having such an exhilarating summer. I’ll be going into my final year, which is pretty daunting. Not only am I going through puberty, training to be in the 2016 Olympics, boys and sometimes even girls. ??? I will be the new person at school