This story takes place last summer in the month of July, about one week. My family and I went on a trip out west. Our final destination was in South Dakota. We left on a monday morning and I remember my mom was trying to get me up and they almost left without me. Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof. My dad eventually tied it down and off we went. After being in the car for over three hours my little cousin Maddie had to use the bathroom and I was really hungry.
I was anxious to see what this new place was, It was sooo different from where I used to live. After that, we came straight to Colorado, It was blazing hot, this place had an “airport” smell. My relatives welcomes us with warm rice with curry. Their house looked very different from where I used to live.
Moving to Idaho Falls would be a splendid idea. People who live in Idaho Falls tend to be more delighted than the rest. There are plenty of things to do such as, shopping, hanging out with friends, eating at restaurants, and plenty of other things. These three events have made me who I am today and I have gained a lot of new knowledge as well.
After just a few days of being in New York, the young boy was exposed to the harsh realities of his new life in America. Prior to arriving in America, Medina had never experienced snow. As he takes his first few steps into this new country he sees this clean, fresh snow. He describes
A Montana Fishing Trip As we walked down to the river, the birds were making a whistling noise, and it was quite annoying because the birds were so loud Will and I could barely hear each other. When we were walking down to the river on a rock that was on the path was a famous quote from Muhammad Ali and it was about the river and it said “Rivers, Ponds, Lakes, and Streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.”
This place was new, wild, ready to be explored. We turned onto a gravel road that was narrow, yet opened, and to the left, I saw an expanse of green fields and fruit trees. This was our farm. Over the next few years of my life, I explored every inch of the surrounding land. My parents tried out farming, my mom is the forever young hippy at heart, growing corn, zucchini, and anything else she could plant, all the while pursuing a degree at Humboldt State.
Visiting to a state that I have always wanted to go is to visit Colorado with my family; therefore, it was fun while going to that place. This happened last years’ summer. There are a few things that we did in that state. So before we went to Colorado, we had to drive from one state to another. Like we first drove from Illinois, our state, to Iowa. We had to stop in Iowa for many reasons. Our family had to stop to using bathrooms, we also stop and to get gas because we drove on the highway, and sometimes we do have to stop and get some food and drinks because we’re always hungry and thirsty; and after we do those stuffs, it’s time to get back onto the highway.
Getting down to Nebraska was harsh and the trail was dusty. The children like me had to take care of the animals. Jim, Antonia and myself became really good friends after living next door to each other for a while and we do everything together. When I work, I help my dad to plant and harvest crops and hunt for food. We planted and harvested corn, potatoes, pumpkin, wheat, peas, carrots and tomatoes. In the years I lived in Nebraska, people died sooner because all of us didn't have the certain type of medicine to keep people alive longer. When I went out with friends, we would take turns on who took the wagon out and if it was my turn and the wagon broke down I would have to fix it myself. We have both rich families and poor families in my town. I have a friend that
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. Rosas was placed into custody at 0334 hours and transported to the Cicero Police Station to be processed.
It’s about six hours since you left for Arizona . The way things have been, I know you wouldn’t have expected me to come to see you off. I was so focused on getting by on my own in the city, I didn’t realize how much I missed being with friends. And it was only today I realized how much I’ve missed you.You were my best friend for as long as I can remember, and it’s been almost two weeks since I last talked to you. I probably could have if I’d put in the effort. Alex was at the same school, just a grade higher, and by the end of the first month he was so busy exploring the streets with his classmates we hardly saw him at home. But sticking to myself was easier. And by the time I got to the even bigger middle school, the thought of doing anything
I was born in Texas and live here now, though moved around a lot when I was young. I had been to eight different schools by the time I graduated. For some reason or another, every few years my family had to move somewhere else for a promotion or a bigger opportunity. Aside from just moving to a different suburb, When I was 11, my Dad was promoted and we moved to Wyoming. Friends aside, it 's just a cold and un-interesting place. Not much else to say. Thankfully, two years ago we moved back to Texas and I don 't miss Wyoming one bit. As for now, I recently graduated high school and am in college for the first time. In terms of aspirations, I 'm especially creative and enjoy drawing, graphic design, and other artsy hobbies of the like.
I quickly got into the vehicle, my husband sensed my urgency and drove away. “You okay?” He asked me. I lit a cigarette and said “Yeah.” As tears leaked down my cheeks and smoke billowed around me and out the window. Heading down the freeway I see the “Leaving Oceanside, CA” sign and my chest tightens. I felt discomfort as we drove through the mountains and through the desert. Three hours later when we reached the sign that read “Welcome to Arizona” the pressure in my chest