Like the classic saying has it “You can take the kid out of Brooklyn but you can’t take the Brooklyn out of the kid.” Same goes for Chicago this is my story. I was born in the windy city, on the south side. I wasn’t there for that long I was there till my fifth birthday, and then I moved to Boston, Ma with my mother, sister and I. However, I believe that south side raised me because every winter and summer vacation I would visit my grandmother or as she liked to be called “Mo-Mo” While visiting her I’ve seen some pretty harsh situations. Let’s just say living on south side is pretty tough it really like a jungle; I see the way family and old family friends live. South side Chicago has taught me to never trust clowns, watch my back, don’t stay out to late, and NEVER trust anyone other than your “gang”/ family and to not smile to much it’s a sign of weakness.
One night, during the cold winter, I walked along the side walk to reach the local store down the block. As I walked out, before I can realize it, I was dropping down onto the concrete while bullets swiftly passed me. I then began to run back home, but I wanted to keep running. Away from Chicago, away from the west side. Growing up in Chicago, it was easy to assume that there was nothing different beyond the blocks of my streets. Everybody lived the same way and talked the same way; not many people was different. I made my own decision, at the age of 10 to not be another statics of my community. When my mother moved my family and I to San Antonio, I devoted my time to school and bettering my opportunity to go to a Tier one institution which
It was 5 a.m. at the airport in Cali, Colombia. We were all waiting for the plane to start our trip to the Amazon jungle. We got on the plane and the flight lasted an hour and a half, and when we were arriving, we looked through the window, and the only thing we could see was endless green. In addition, the Amazon River that we could see from the plane looked like a gigantic anaconda. When we arrived at the airport in Leticia, the capital of the Colombian amazon, the first sensation I had was the suffocating heat and humidity, a kind of humidity that made my clothes stick to my body. When we got there we met the guide, who separated us all in taxis, and took us to the end of the road, from where we had to start
Sep 14 i 'm traveling to the hoosier national state park to see the sights. when it 's rainy and I slid off the road and crashed into the woods the truck rolled and I landed against a tree. I couldn 't stop i landed on my roof and had to cut my seat belt to get down then i worked on finding my wits and seeing what happened to me. when i looked around i was i was down a pit and couldn 't get out.
The hot sun burns against my dripping back as I hold a prickling pile of freshly cut pine leaves to throw away. They sting my flesh as they pass the pores of my dad’s worn-out red working gloves I wear. Each thorn is like a stab against my pride and a crying demand for me to surrender. As my legs wear heavy and my fingers cramp, I can only wonder if I will ever see the end of this day.
I was born and raised in an urban area called Fort Worth, Texas. Fort Worth is the city of cowboys and culture. I would also like to add that it is the number one tourist destination in Texas. Destinations, for example, the Kimbell Art Museum, the Fort Worth Zoo, and the Stockyards are extraordinary to discover.
“Dad, can we, can we, can we?” that is what my brother and I have been asking our dad for the past two days that our family has been the lake house. I’m not just talking about my parents and my brother and I, I mean the whole Sauer family, Uncle Craig, Uncle Shane, Grandma, Grandpa, our cousins Lexine, Cassidy, and molly. Yeah, the whole Sauer family, but that’s not important. The real story starts here…
A trip to Racine, WI. Each time I got lost in the city, I said "I don 't want to go to Wisconsin. By this meant "I don 't want to get lost." I had no idea, God would open a way for me to really experience going to Wisconsin and be hosted by an incredible person. It was an extraordinary time at the place where I visited, just can 't post pictures of that place, due to high security
Colonial Williamsburg is a living-history museum in a historic district in the city of Williamsburg, Virginia. This is a great tourist attraction if you love 18th-century history. I myself have never been, but after reviewing the site, I can’t wait to take my family. There were several different elements that make up this community. Of course, you will learn about the major events, but the most intriguing thing to me was the everyday life experiences. You will enjoy the live entertainment. Everything is carefully done the way it was done in the 18th-century. It’s almost as if you are in a time capsule, watching history in the making.
This is about the time I went to KenneyWood and rode the phantoms revenge, when we started we went up and up. When we went down, I didn’t say anything I just let the wind hit me. We went up and down, and then we stopped.
It’s the day 68 and we are still here in Yellowstone Park. I woke up in the middle of the night in my tent. Something told me, “You are not safe here.” I wondered amongst the tents to see if someone has woken up too. There were three tents in our camp. In the first tent Jane, Alexandra and Theresa. And in the second tent Billy, Jack, and John. I was alone in the last one. My tent was actually really empty as it was for three people. I went to take some food. I took just a chocolate bar so I have something for the remaining days. We are trapped. Yes, we are trapped in the middle of nowhere and nobody came here. My phone doesn’t have any battery left so I can’t call for some help. I sat on the ground next to all my equipment which contained a flashlight, a portable cooker, some food and water, a pickaxe and a shovel with a backpack next to it.
When I was 14 my stake High Adventure group went on a 50 mile hike on the Appalachian Trail which was one of the most physically and emotionally challenging experiences I have ever had. For six days, I had to carry my pack containing about 40 pounds in supplies. It rained all six days of the trip.
"The wheels on the bus go round and round," my 4th grade class, from Blackberry Creek Elementary, sang on the bus. We were on our way to the Morton Arboretum in Lisle, Illinois. My friends and I were talking about how fun it will be. I was looking forward to enjoying the beautiful weather while studying plants and animals. Carson was thinking it would be boring because he would rather be indoors. Thor, on the other hand, was thinking it would be an exciting adventure.
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. I had tried to persuade a Kazakhstani female classmate in MIM class, but finally she denied my suggestion. So, the final members of the travel were decided.
Have you ever absolutely wanted to do something stupid ,but when you finally do it you instantly regret it.Well, I know about that all too well.