In summary, on 09/21/15 at 0418 hours I was patrolling the area of 1600 S. Laramie Ave., at which time I observed a male subject with a youthful appearance walking northbound 16th Street. I made contact with the subject, at which time he identified himself as (Rosas, Alexis DOB 04/21/97). While speaking with Rosas, I detected a strong odor of fresh cannabis emanating from his person. Rosas related he had some cannabis in his sweater pocket. I recovered a silver box containing a green leafy substance from Rosas ' right sweater pocket.
When I made a lucky catch, I learned what carelessness could cost you. I was around seven years old at the time, and I played baseball for Lakeview Playground. It was my first year of playing hardball, and like everyone else, I had no knowledge of what was happening. Our team name was the “Grey Sharks,” only because our jerseys were
By the time I made my way back to the dining room my mother had left. Maybe she too had grown weary of the game. While I waited for her to return, I craved a taste of the repast. As soon as I place the spoon in my mouth, I realized Marsha, my mother’s personal chef, had neglected to remove the pin bones from the fish. In sheer disgust, I toss my napkin on the table and went to search for my mother.
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. The Kimbell Art Museum has a little, however astounding art collection as well as traveling art displays, instructive programs and an broad research library.
On November 10th I visited the Marietta Cobb Museum of Art. The museum is located in southern colonial building in Marietta Square. The building use to be a Post office back in 1910 but later became the art museum in 1990. The museum tries to focus on American art. The exhibit that I viewed was named Perception by artist David Kessler, John Petrey, and Isaac Payne.
Born in Dallas, Texas raised in Houston, Texas, I was the type of kid that didn’t need much or that moved around a lot. I was a young dreamer wishing to be something big. I had all the support I needed, but I was just a kid… The type of family I had was the type that will give you what you want but on one condition. That condition was that you’ll have to earn it.
After years of waiting and preparing we started on the journey to the west. We made our way to Independence, Missouri to go on the Oregon Trail which was laid by traders and trapers. While there I became familiar with George Wilson who was also a working family man. A lot of families left together making the trail busy and causing jams..
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. today i worked on getting a shelter built, so i worked on getting limbs so i can build a frame to a small house then i patched it with foam from the seats of my car.
As a young girl, around the age of 10 I lived in the Perry projects with my mother. Previously to moving there I would visit often to see my great-grandmother. When I would visit my grandmother there were not many other people that were African-American. The Commodore Perry Projects had been actually made for white people.
Everyone has a favorite subject, it may be the only class that they can stay awake for, or a class that someone may feel compelled to write a paper for that isn’t even homework. Either way history is that subject for me. Ever since I was in elementary school something about hearing of other times and people interested me in a way nothing else had. I was that weird kid who liked going to museums and read history books for fun.
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.
I live in Linden and my community is small, but we are close to one another. We are a respectful town and show love to everyone. In 2012, our community was struck hard by Hurricane Sandy. Water flooded every house on my block up to the second floor, but mine. I thank God for allowing the water not to damage our house, but to think of the effect it had on all my neighbors is horrible and heartbreaking.
At first it was only a small rumor, a trip to Washington DC and New York. I heard about it through a friend who was considering going. When I talked to my mom about the trip she seemed very encouraging that I should go. The trip itself was very pricey, over two thousand dollars to be exact. We somehow managed to pull together the amount.
My journey started in the Grand Canyon. With little backpacking experience and being barely old enough to vote, I drove the sleepless eleven-hour drive to the legendary ravine. People gave inquiring glances, wondering what a young man was doing all alone, carrying a backpack three quarters his size. I didn’t blame them. Most only go to the canyon to see it from the rim, with few daring to journey within.
I have picked my backyard because when I was younger it was my favorite place to be at. I used to go out there and play any kind of game, but my favorite thing was playing soccer. My feelings about going out there was something amazing, some other kids would rather play video games and doing some other stuff, but all I wanted to do was to go out in my backyard and just enjoy there. Just like my love for soccer has changed even though I still love it but it is different, and i do not really play out there anymore.