It may lead us to compare ourselves to older figures, hoping that we can someday sit in the same ranks as them. No matter how substantial your experience, it can have a lasting impact on your life. My life changing experience was a basketball game during December of 2017. The day started out just like every other day. I woke up to my obnoxious alarm, groggily walked upstairs, and made myself a peanut butter jelly sandwich.
A week passed and it was the first day of school for me. I woke to the sound of my alarm beeping constantly as if it was taunting me. I got off my bed and stretched for a couple of seconds. I got ready and threw on some denim jeans by Fashion nova and a simple black cropped t-shirt by H&M then went downstairs to grab some breakfast. When I went downstairs my parents were there as they greeted me with food once again.
When everything was ready, we all had to go to what wed be doing, it was a system that was set up. My grandpa and grandma and one of my cousins were the ones to spread the masa on the corn husks, then it was passed down to my section, where we would fill in the tamales with chicken, beans, or Philadelphia cheese and then roll them. We would pass down the rolled tamales to the table where my sister and other cousins were waiting with sheets of foil paper stacking the tamales sides by side or over one another making a dozen, then they 'd wrap them up. They never left out the little ones, my grandma would set up this little kiddy table in the living room for them and have them spread masa on the corn husks. Whenever they were done with a few she would go get them and fix them up a bit to use, but those would go to our batch that we 'd eat there.
This impression lasted a long time as this has been the case for me while growing up. During younger years, television time was my favourite. Coming home from school, I had my eyes glued to the screen for the rest of the afternoon. Let it be cartoons or commercials, 6-year-old me enjoyed the fact that colourful animals were talking and running around — it was the moving images that kept me riveted. I guess that led to the development of my interest in modern television series, which I would spend hours binging the entire season.
To every family member, family is always first. Every Christmas Eve my family reunites with a platter of food, all the children wear the pajamas and we all bake Christmas cookies and watch a Christmas, usually animated since the toddlers are watching. An hour before midnight, we organize the journey that Maria and Jose experienced
Everyone, except Greg, was up as soon as the sun broke the horizon, then sat in front of the television where they ate all three meals—eyes glued to the set. It was like a Superbowl Sunday every Saturday. They sang all the show theme songs together with trained perfection and watched all the commercials, for the rare chance there might be a jingle to sing. Dinners were even special on TV day. Mrs. B. microwaved frozen meals and called them “TV dinners” which made them taste even more delicious.
My obsession with martial arts begins at a young age. Like every other kid growing up, Saturday mornings were my favorite. I remember waking up, jumping out of bed, and sprinting to the kitchen like an Olympic track star trying to beat his personal bests just so I could grab an enormous bowl of Lucky Charms and plant my butt on the couch to watch Power Rangers. I may as well have had roots growing out of my butt because I was not going to move from that couch until my show was over. I was always intrigued with how the colorful heroes could effortlessly take down the never-ending hordes of “Rita’s putty army”.
Donuts Don’t Lie by: Angela Wilkinson Mom was in the kitchen making a grocery list while Dad and Tay-Tay were in the family room. Dad was watching sports on T.V. and Tay-Tay was playing with his toys, secretly daydreaming of powdered donuts. He tasted them for the first time at his daycare yesterday afternoon. He just can’t stop thinking about those powdered donuts that melt in your mouth.
I went to the kitchen and opened a bag of Honey Butter Chips before going back to my room and letting my body fall backwards onto the bed. Everyone became closer within one week of hanging out with one another. Even Jessica joined us whenever we're going out. I still remember Jessica looking pissed when she and Yuri returned from
The day of my first ever high school XC meet started out like an ordinary day. I woke up at 6:50 and went downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast. I had a bowl of cinnamon toast crunch(my favorite cereal). I’m Usually the first one up so as I was eating the rest of the family started to make their way downstairs. Once I was ready for school my mom offered me a ride to school which does not normally happen.
Its was Jan,1, 2005. I had just awaken and was proceeding with my usual morning routines. I was awaken by the scent of Mamas infamous blueberry pancakes and the usual irksome noise of my brothers going at it throughout the house and mama yelling for them to "sit down!". I showered, got dressed, and went downstairs to join my family. I had to be at school by 7:40 usually I leave the
I right away open my eyes, and seeing my mom tapping me on my arm saying “it’s time for breakfast.” This was a saturday morning up north at my great-grandparents cabin. I hope you like my story! I got out of bed right away and ran down the stairs as fast as I can, smelling the most delicious, buttery, hot pancakes on the stove. As I got to the kitchen I see the table already set, and pancakes staring right at me. I sat down and enjoyed a big, fluffy pancake.