I make a way out of the temple and immediately join the flow of slowly moving pilgrims to several food stands outside the gates. After a good worship and chanting, pilgrims are ready for some special vegan food on the new year. Laughter once again fills the serenity by kids and adults who are exchanging new year’s wishes to one another. Chinese music starts to play, and some of the pilgrims join in the sing as well. Kids are clapping their hands trying to mimic the song while there are a few adult females are trickling down few drops of tears sensing that their families are safe, fulfilled and that they are blessed by Buddha.
Another Christmas, another strange and exciting place filled with culture and buzzing with activity. New people, new sights, new foods and smells, an old tradition of a family holiday blending seamlessly with a new experience. Puerta Vallarta, Mexico. My parents had been scrimping and saving, working and slaving just to afford this week of relaxation and family bonding, as they do every year. My sister and I lay sprawled on plastic white chairs covered with
Arthur laid out a thick scarlet blanket beneath the shade of the towering elm tree at the edge of the lake. The day could not have been more ideal: warm, sunny, and breezy, filled with the melody of joyful bird songs. But aside from the delightful summer weather, the perfect company thrilled Arthur. “I cannot believe today is the day!” said Guinevere with a grin, setting down the heavy picnic basket she carried, urging Arthur to take a seat beside her. “We’ve been married for a whole year.” He sat down next to her, cupped her face, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
I was a six year old girl playing with my cousins at the park. It was at this park where I met this wonderful woman; her name was Connie. I saw her for the first time at this park, while she was walking her dog. I walked up to her dog and petted it. We soon became friends and would meet up often at the park.
My special photo is with my best friend Nathalee. In the photo she is giving me a piggy back ride, we are in our Alemany school uniform on the lower baseball field. We both have the biggest smile of friendship on our faces, you are able to tell we are having some fun after school on the fields in our first semester of high school. Nathalee had long brown hair that swept the floor and I had short hair with long slightly pink bangs. It was our first year of high school so Freshman year, we looked like babies.
The fall breeze kissed my face as I unzipped my tent flap. I smiled faintly as I closed my eyes and inhaled the smoky campfire air. This was the first camping trip I could remember, and every second had been beautiful. I was the vulnerable age of only 6, and leaned on my parents every moment I could. Tonight was no different, and I held on tightly to my father’s hand while the rest of the camp group started walking.
I was in first grade, school was out for the weekend. It was a calm sunny day with temperatures in the upper 70’s. McKenna, my neighbor yelled over for me to play, and her friend Kari was also there. They were playing happily on her trampoline. They got off and walked over to the swing set to play on the slide, and I started to swing.
Laura’s wistful views of her surroundings are shown in the story when she describes the, “Little faint winds playing chase, in at the topes of the windows, out at the doors. And there were two tiny spots of sun, one on the inkpot, one on the silver photograph frame, playing too (Mansfield).” Mansfield’s use of personification of the wind and the sun rays helps to create the innocent and child-like views of Laura as she lives her sheltered life with her family. A little further on in the story, while the family is still in the prepping stages for the garden party, Laura becomes entranced by the cream puff delicacies that arrive in the kitchen for the party. Laura describes her and her sister Jose as being, “far too grown-up to really care about such things [the cream puffs]
It was a mere few hours before her basket was full of food for her tribe. Mosi returned a hero, the people sung her praises as they ate for the first time in many weeks. The children laughed and the adults wept with joy. Even her father couldn’t help but feel pride for her and her good deed. For many days, Mosi returned to the forest and caught food for her people.
In blistering Texas, it was America 's Independence Day. As usual on every Independence Day since I was five years old, Ben and Alex, my two best friends, and I, went on a manly picnic. I diligently carried out my household chores, packed my picnic bag and off I went to collect my friends by way of bicycle. It is going to be an awesome day, I thought to myself as I sped down my neighborhood street on my beat-up blue Schwinn. Ben and I were born on the same day May 21, 2003.
Beacon Hill park was beautiful that day, the sun warmly shined and the tall pine trees swayed slightly in the cool breeze. Kari, my grandmother decided to enjoy the beauty of Beacon Hill park by going for an afternoon stroll with her small, fluffy dog, Buttons. Kari was tall, and had short golden hair, big blue eyes and a lovely smile. Buttons was a funny little dog he wanted to play with any creature big or small. Off they went to explore the wonders of the park.