A Trip to Lake Michigan This year my family and some friends decided to do something different than our traditional beach vacation. We didn’t want to make the long trip down to Florida to go to the beach for a few days and then have to make the 2-day journey home. So what did we do? We decided to try out the northern beaches of the United States. Moratorium week, just after the fourth of July holiday, was really the only time that the families could get away without having a basketball practice, cross country practice, a baseball game, or worry about work calling.
Only last year I was faced to live without my mom and brother the closest and precious family. The time was the most difficult moment in my life that year and still lives on with me to this day. For 16 years they were always by my side when I needed them until the start of my third year of high school. The transition from Canada to Texas I thought would be simple and fun. However, what I predicted was the opposite of what would happen.
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.
I was sitting before my telly on the first Saturday in May 1994. A few months before, my parents had moved into their own home. It wasn 't a Hollywood Hills ' mansion but it was theirs and they were proud. This was my first Kentucky Derby race live and the commentator 's words in the closing furlong got me hooked to horseracing like white on rice. The mere words repeated here are an injustice to the moment.
The Stargazers were the only thing that kept me sane during the four weeks at camp this past summer. Illahee means heavenly world in Cherokee language. And for me, it has been my haven for the past nine years. But this summer was different. I was living in a rather small cabin with eight, ten-year-old girls and my best friend was not there to keep me from going crazy.
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. 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
Getting off the plane and being blasted by the hot, humid air was only the beginning of my long two week stay in El Salvador. It was only my second time going to El Salvador but it had really changed compared to the last time I went, but for my mom it was her first time back in 20 years and it was a sight to see when my mom and my grandma got reunited. From there, my little brother went with his dad's side of the family and the rest of us went with my mom's side. It was a 2 hour drive from the airport to my grandmas and it was around 2am, the usually crowded streets and markets were empty and the heat just as unbearable. My grandma lives in a small fishing village.
I had come back from travel in Yosemite National Park. Few weeks ago, one of my classmates, Michael, suggested to travel with him and his girl friend during the spring break. At that time, I did not have any plan for the spring break, and I wanted to travel with foreign friends. Thus, I decided to travel with him. After one week, Rodolfo decided to join us with his wife.
“This year, we will visit Grandpa next Saturday.” My grandma said this sentence once a year for as long as I can remember. Not a year went by without going to visit him. My grandfather was dead long before I was born. I had zero memory of him, but Qingming festival always reminded me that he was an important part of my family. Qingming festival is one of the prominent Chinese traditions.