Behind my surgically corrected smile, there is another story: a story of pain, suffering, and prosperity. In my earlier years, I had what some may call a perfect life. I had a mother and father who loved me, a sister who adored me, and a 2-story house, with my own playground set, which I found absolutely spectacular. On Molly Sue Lane, I formed some if my greatest memories. I remember my Strawberry Shortcake birthday party in the pool house, playing hide-and-seek when my dad came home, (or when I found myself in trouble) and putting out milk in an attempt to catch the adorable rabbits that would always find themselves in my backyard.
There was a patriotic day, where we celebrated all the fallen patriots with tiny American flags. When I graduated, I wore a cap and gown, which was pretty cool. In First Grade, I moved from Boulevard to Calabash, since I could not go past Kindergarten at Boulevard. Since it was my first day at a new school, I was pretty nervous, and pretty scared. But I was also pretty excited, since I knew I would meet lots of new friends.
One year, we drove to Great Falls to visit our grandma. She would have our favorite cookies sitting in a cookie jar that she always loved to give us. They were chocolate striped cookies that tasted delicious. Usually, we find a plethora of different things to do. A tradition that my brother and I do is take snow and turn it into ice cream.
There was waffles with nutella, fruit, scrambled eggs, and bacon. The morning had started off amazing. Jenny left her house with a huge smile on her face. She could not wait to see what her friends had planned out for her. Jenny had got to school and made her way to her locker.
First, me and , my sister decided to go to walmart so we could get some comfortable clothes .Since the walk was in october every walmart was having a breast cancer awareness day were you can buy shirts , hoodies , pants and shoes to help raise money, we had such a fun time to pick out cute little outfits to match.We also picked up some art supplies so we could make some signs to encourage everyone when we were walk.When we got home we made our signs and me got our outfit ready for the next day.Lastly We had to go online and rigister so when we got to the event we could get our names tags and
I decided it would be made out of a shoebox and I would decorate it with pictures of me so I would remember how I looked. I decided that inside, I would put pictures of my friends and I and other sentimental things I got from Germany I asked my dad if the idea would work and if he would help me find pictures. He thought the idea was great and helped me print pictures that I put on and in the box. Throughout that week, I found things in my room to put inside the box. I even decided to put little cereal collectibles inside because they made me remember morning when I ran downstairs and opened the cereal box just for the collectible.
At the time I still believed in Santa Claus and didn't really think of Christmas as the birth of Jesus. My family was really religious and we were Catholic, every Christmas we would go to church. The day came for Christmas eve and I woke up in a good mood, getting ready to eat tamales and pozole, Christmas punch. My grandma really knew how to cook a good dinner, I went to the market, with my mom to buy all the supplies to make the food and bought some last minute Christmas presents. It was around 5 o'clock and I was all changed up in my Christmas outfit, my family always took a family picture on Christmas Eve.
Popular: it’s a word that lingers in the minds of kids across the globe. It’s a word that provokes images of success and acceptance, comfort and inclusion. Traveling abroad to a new school in Scotland for my parents’ sabbatical, I aspired to be the kid who fits in. As an eight year old, I wanted, more than anything in the world, to be popular for I firmly believed survival was of the popular kids. So, on the first day of school, I tied my hair with the prettiest of ribbons, put on my perfectly ironed uniform, and slipped on my sparkly flats.
At my grandma’s house we do relaxing things like watching football ( my family are big fans of sports ). My grandparents like the Vikings; but I personally like the Raiders. It is the simple things that make me feel so comfortable at my grandma’s home; like when Taylor makes his famous milkshakes. Taylor’s milkshakes are normally chocolate flavored; whenever Taylor makes them, he always makes enough for everyone to have two. Another reason why I feel comfortable at my grandma’s house is because we always celebrate Christmas at her house.
As my mom woke me up at 6:00 on my first day of high school I was overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and dread. As I put on my new white shirt and crisp plaid shorts, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything in my life that had lead me to my first day of high school at St. Thomas More. After eating my cheerios for breakfast, I went outside where my neighbor Katherine and her mom were waiting to pick me up. The carline went on for miles and miles, but we still arrived to school promptly at seven. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t wait to see how my first day of high school would go.