Assignment: Write 250 words about one of your first childhood memories. Go into detail about
where you were when this event happened, talk about every detail that you can
remember. This assignment is due at the end of class on Friday.
Example: I can remember the day like it was yesterday. I was in
preschool and I was on the playground playing with my friends. I wanted to go on
the rocket ship and everyone was on the other playground toys. When I was in the
rocket ship I felt something on my arm, it hurt a lot. I started to cry so my
teacher came over and told me I had to go inside. Once I got inside my teacher
said I got stung by a bee. She got an ice pack and put in on my wound and gave
me a lollipop. The lollipop was cherry flavored, I remember. I loved that cherry
flavored lollipop, it made me feel better. My teacher called my mom to see if I
was allergic to bees. This was the first time I have ever been stung by a bee,
so my mom didn’t know. My teacher told me to go lay down in the nurses room. I
didn’t feel sick my arm only hurt. A few minutes later my mom came to pick me
up. We had to go to the doctors to make sure I wasn’t allergic, because that
wouldn’t be good. When we got to the doctor I remember seeing all the animals on
the wall, I liked to look at them. After the doctor saw me she said I wasn’t
allergic, it would just hurt for a little bit. The nurse let me pick a sticker.
I picked a princess sticker it was sparkly and I stuck it on my shirt. The next
day at preschool I showed my friends my cool new sticker. They were all jealous.
Wind would blow my hair and the sun would shine on my face every time I went on the swing; it was perfect. My favorite thing to do as a child was, during the summer, was to hog a swing on the swing set. Our trips to the park became a routine over the summer. Usually there was a line to use the swing set and I remember always being so anxious to place myself on the swing. Once I got on, usually with my sister, we raced to see who could swing the highest. I was the oldest, therefore the strongest and tallest so I usually won that contest. Also, my sister had a fear of heights. One day though, the experience was not so lovely and I remember this day clearly. Like the usual, I began with a gentle swing and then slowly I transitioned into going higher and faster. I remember the interchange between feeling heavier and then lighter was exhilarating as it always was. I usually looked around and saw all the people around. It was fun but that day something distracted me from the rush that my stomach was feeling every time the swing dropped down. An older girl on the swing to my side jumped off the swing instead of allowing the swings come to an end like I did. I was so fascinated and I decided that I wanted to try that—worst mistake ever. I felt my feet tingling every time I felt that it was time to jump. Once I jumped, my legs bent because of the impact and I fell flat on my face. It was so embarrassing, and on top of that painful. My mother got me in trouble for doing that, but even if she wouldn’t have…I’m never going to do that again!
ReplyDeleteI was in 5th grade3 and I had just moved to North Carolina but when I went to school out there it was confusing. The schools weren’t the same, they classrooms were kind of like trailers but it was alright because it was something new it was good for a change. I walked in to a whole bunch of country people with a really strong accent. I stared at everyone while talking and tried to put together what everyone was saying it was kind of difficult. Getting through the first few days was alright I kind of like that school it was alright I didn’t have a problem with it. I started to get used to the people and the environment, I got together with my own little group of friends and went about my business like any other 5th grader would do. One day I had just got some new air force ones and I was so happy I picked my outfit out to wear the next day, I was sure I was going to turn heads, and what happened?, that exact thing happened the next day in school. While I was walking in line to art class I noticed this this really tall brown skin girl noticing me in my new shoes, I smiled at her. When we got in the art room she was more experienced then me with this kind of thing because she wrote on a piece of paper “do you want to go out with me” and usually when my parents said they were going out they went out to eat or to the movies or something, so when I was asked this I didn’t know what to say. I thought in my mind “oh snap where am I going to take her?, how are we going to get there?, i only have 10 dollars I can’t take her on a date with that much money in my pocket. “So I didn’t answer her I waited until a few hours later to answer. Later I finally realized she meant did I want to be her boyfriend. I got off of the bus happy thinking to myself “yea I got myself my first girlfriend”. I got about two days into having my first girlfriend I was happy, it was a new experience to me. One day I went to school put them same shoes on again that day and I saw this other girl named asha, later during lunch I got a same not inside of a little pink pouch the note said “do you want to go out with me?” I looked at my friend and smiled, I didn’t smile because she wrote the note I smiled because I finally knew what the term “go out” meant. I checked the yes box and put it back in the pouch but I realized it was a earing inside of it, it was real diamonds and everything, I couldn’t say no to a girl that buys me earrings, not that I was going to say no anyway but still this was the day that finally experienced having two girlfriends without even knowing.
ReplyDeleteMy eyes were all puffed up from all the tears that I cried. I was completely terrified. I will never forget this day because of how it affected me. I was traumatized; I mean what 4 year old wouldn’t be? It was just a normal day of Saturday shopping with my mom. The day way going good, I got a few new toys and some yummy food. But, then it all changed. I was memorized by the new bikes that they had out at the shore. It was a hot pink and lime green bike; it came with its own horn and had pretty streamers hanging off the handles. All I wanted was that bike, but my mom wasn’t budging. I tried the crying method and the “I’m not moving until we get it” method. I swore that my method were going to work, but I was wrong, my mom was getting irritated and just wanted to leave. As we started to walk away I just couldn’t take my eyes off the bike. I had to stop one more time and just stare at it. In just the quick moment my mom was gone. I just stood there and started to panic. The tears came rushing down instantly. With me only being four years old I was unsure of what to go. So I decided to just sit there and cry hysterically. My cry was getting so loud that it actually helped. Little did I know my mom was in the next aisle. She heard my loud cry and came to my rescue. I was so relieved.
ReplyDeleteGavin hesitated, but after a few moments he rolled up his sleeve and touched a device that looked like a watch on his wrist. The thing lit up and at first all that they could hear was static, but as Gavin searched for the emergency channel it let up until they could hear the rolling emergency message: “This is the Syndicate emergency channel and should only be used for listed and prevalent emergencies. Abuse of this station will result in a swift reprimand. “
ReplyDeleteGavin spoke in a hushed tone into the device. “Syndicate command this is Gavin Jones, Hunter, Private Class, we are outside the city and-”
Damian grabbed Gavin’s arm and held his wrist to his mouth.
“Syndicate command this is Damian Arc. My sister is Diana, leader of the Dominion. We’re behind enemy lines and need a way into the city. Your Hunter and I can hold our own in a charge at an enemy that isn’t even looking our way, but we’ll need some help to keep them off of us an their attention towards you. Can you comply?”
Damian hadn’t experience such stressful silence in his entire life. He could feel the beads of sweat forming and running down his face. The static-ridden emergency message grew louder and louder every second. He decided in his mind that this is what madness was.
“Damian Arc” The broken up voice brought Damian back to reality. “What business do you have in a Syndicate controlled city being the brother of our enemy?”
It was my favorite part of the day. I would run over and get ready. It was my bed time. This was the only time that I would see my father. My dad would come home late and I would look forward to the night times. He would always make it in time to read me my story. He would never be late. My dad was just learning to speak English since my family is a fluent Spanish speaking family. He would learn how to speak English by reading me my Disney stories. It became hard at times because some of the words were very big for me and I couldn’t make them out. I would be securely tucked in and my blanket would cover up to my chest. My pillows would be securely under me and I would be getting ready to go to sleep. I would turn and see my father looking down at me. Then it came time to my favorite story. He would read word and word. I still can hear the words going through my mind. I would make fun of him when he wouldn’t spell a word correctly. Once he finished he would put the book away and would check if I was asleep. If I was still awake he would sing me a song. He made it up just for me and I can still sing it to this day. Then after the song was over with I would fall sleep or he would give me a kiss goodnight and within five minutes I would be asleep.
ReplyDeleteI remember the day in recess like it was yesterday. I was playing with all my friends on the monkey bars. We were having the best time and we didn’t have any worries. There was a contest on who can hang from the bars the longest and I knew I was going to win. I’m the best at monkey bars. The contest began and I was feeling very confident. After a couple minutes, it was only me and one other girl left. i didn’t think she was going to be this good. My arms started to hurt and my hands were shaking. Before I knew it, I fell off the monkey bars and landed on my arm. The pain was unbelievable. I’ve never felt anything like that before. I started screaming and I look up to see the teachers running my way. Tears rushed down my face because the pain wouldn’t disappear. The teachers lifted me up and one walked me to the nurse’s office. I looked down at my arm and I can tell something was wrong with it. It looked like a bone was about to come out of my skin. I had to look away. Immediately the nurse called my mother and told her that I definitely broke my arm and I need to go to the hospital right away. I sat there in pain for about fifteen minutes when my mother walks in. When we leave the school, we went straight to the hospital. I had to wear a cast on my arm for a month. After that moment I have been terrified to go on monkey bars.
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DeleteOne of my worst experiences playing the game of baseball came when I was about twelve or thirteen years old. It was during August of the 2009 summer. I was playing for our travel team and we were playing a team at a little league field in North Plainfield. It was a rough summer of baseball hitting wise for myself. I was going through a pretty bad slump and had a lot of trouble getting out of it. I worked so hard on my mechanics, trying to tighten them up and perfect my swing. However, game by game nothing changed. I started making more contact in early August but I was hitting balls right to the fielders and still could not find my way on base. At one point, I literally could not hit water if I fell out of a boat. Then we showed up to play in North Plainfield one day. The only thing I was not happy about was that this field had an artificial mound, so it was not really made from the field; it sat on top of the actual dirt. It was a pretty close game but my previous at bats I still had not reached base. I was just getting frustrated now. Then at about my third at-bat of the game, I just decided to calm down, not think and just play baseball. I figured my struggle was coming from being so tense and trying to crush the ball every time. A few pitches went by and I sat patiently. Then on about the fourth pitch, I loaded up, got my hands to the ball and rotated my hips. I roped the ball right in front of the mound. It hit the lip of the fake mound and shot up. The next thing I knew I was stopped in the middle of the baseline as pale as a ghost. This kid had blood gushing out of his whole face. After I made it to first I rushed over to the mound. I could not believe what happened and I still feel terrible to this day about it. It turns out the ball came up into his nose, broke his nose, cheek bones and fractured his jaw. I have never forgiven myself because of what I put that kid through. I do not think that there has been a season since that summer that I do not relive that memory before every first game, and I do not think that there ever will be.
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Tales of romance I long to tell to narrate
In verse all the great lovers now to rate,
For many there is who wish for romance
That I find in company at quick glance;
Figures in imagination are the best,
For when each story could rally the rest
With most origins of each one to love,
When these characters I write leave to rove
Their feelings of love and want amongst all
To hear. So in my head do they stand tall,
Waiting for me to explain them in turn,
To specify all they take care to yearn.
So that realm of which took stem in my mind,
That gives home to those wanderers I find;
Many outlandish folk of which gather
To find refuge in a land similar
In all aspects others shall deem insane.
For unique is no excuse for disdain,
So let me beseech you with not a mark
Of ill-will to such fellows in their arc
Of this tale; accept each character fair
With all kindness to be due to their air
Of speech. Now allow me to tell in words
All that shall transpire with gods and lords,
As well as pleasant young men who mean well;
First let me speak of how I wish to tell
Each of these tales in the third narrative,
For to encompass that vast perspective.
And in brief do I compose such figures
That are of import to these adventures,
To pave way each tale individual,
Than do I conclude with mine factual.
ReplyDeleteEvery year my great uncle, my grandmother’s brother, invites my grandmother and her children and grandchildren over for Christmas Dinner. This has been a tradition since before my mother was born. They used to have the party at my great uncles house, however, now there are too many grandchildren and even great grandchildren to have the party at his house; my great uncle has seven children and my grandmother has three. Since before I was born, the party has been held in a hall that can comfortably fit all of the guests.
On my fourth Christmas I went to the party with my family. I had my first candy cane at that party, and my family has a picture of me with red coloring from the candy cane all over my face. That year the theme was “White Christmas” and the entire hall was decorated with snowflakes, white tablecloths and even Santa’s chair was white instead of red (my great uncle of course was Santa). Everyone had already opened presents; I brought my new doll and one of my cousins had been given a little red tin wagon for Christmas. My older cousins were getting ready to put on a skit they had prepared in a separate room in the hall, the only room that had a phone. (This was 1998.) All of the young kids were taking turns being pulled around on the wagon. When it was my turn my mom placed me in the wagon and started to pull me around. It was so much fun. We past the table where all of my family’s belongings were and I noticed my doll. I wanted my doll. I stood up to get out and get my doll. But my mom didn’t notice that I had stood up. My grandmother called out to her to have her sit me down. When she looked back to see what I was doing she reached back to have me sit down. Big mistake. I avoided her by leaning back and I tipped out of the wagon and smacked my head on the marble floor. I was knocked out cold. The room erupted with panic. My aunt, who was CPR certified scooped me up and put me on a table and started to wake me up. My dad and uncle ran to the room that the girls were getting ready in to get to the phone. The door was locked and they began to bang on the door, screaming for them to let them in. There was so much panic in their voices that the girls were afraid to open the door, they thought that the hall was being robbed. Very few people had cell phones, and they had all been left in the cars. Finally someone ran out and grabbed a cell phone to call an ambulance. By the time the ambulance got there, I had woken up. They took me outside to get in the ambulance and go to the hospital. While we were waiting to get into the ambulance, I started to fall asleep. My dad did not know if I had a concussion, so he put some snow into my hand so I would stay awake. I screamed out and gave my dirtiest look to my dad. I complained but he didn't care that I was giving him lip, he was just glad the I was okay and back to normal.
Although not exactly one of my earliest childhood memories, it’s definitely one of my favorites.
ReplyDeleteDecember 2001 - We had just arrived in New Jersey a few months prior and it was our first “white Christmas”. We spent it at my cousin’s house and at the time I was 6 years old, a firm believer in Santa Claus. We bundled up and went outside to see if we could catch a glimpse of Santa’s sleigh and be prepared for when he came to bring our gifts. We lived across the street from my cousin so we went to check if maybe Santa had left the gifts at our house to avoid being seen. There was nothing there, so we began to make our way back to my cousin’s house. I was the first one to spot him. Taking us to the other house was a part of our parents’ plan: my uncle stayed behind, dressed up as Santa, and brought the gifts out for us. At first I was shocked, I did not know how to react. I was overwhelmed with joy and excitement, I ran to chase after him. My mom and aunt tried stopping me, they held me back, and at the time I did not understand why they would do that. I wanted to hug him and thank him for all of the presents he had brought us. My uncle managed to make it away before I reached him and he had a pillow stuffed in the suit to make him look fat like Santa so we didn’t recognize him. He sneaked in through the window; we were too overcome with joy to even realize that he was missing. We walked into the house and saw the living room floor over piled with gifts. It was definitely one of the best experiences that I had as a kid, it is every child’s wish to actually get to see Santa in real life, so I’m glad they did that for us.
* Revised & added-on to it, used as 'Christmas' promptttttttt.
DeleteWhen I was seven was the happiest moment of my life. First of all it started with my best birthday of my life I got to go to Orlando, Florida to visit Disney World. It was the best because it was my first time going there so I was very happy. I got to see all of the Disney characters and I was able to spend time with my family. However a couple of days later it was Christmas and I got the best Christmas present which was my very first DS a video game with my favorite games like Mario, Pokémon, and The Legend of Zelda. That same year in the summer I got to go to vacation with my whole family for my very first time. I remember being in the airport together waiting for the plane we were all excited and filled of bliss for being together and going to Guatemala. When we got there I remember my uncle and cousin that are passed away now picking us up at the airport and the first thing they did with us was take us to the famous Pollo Campero. After that we got home and we un-packed then they took us to the best pool area in that town and we got to relax and swim and play a lot of games with them. These are three reasons why my seventh year of life is my best childhood memory of all time. Nothing can compare to that year for me.
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ReplyDelete“Going anywhere, Harmony?” I could hear him approaching from behind and I whipped my head around just in time for him to pull out a cell phone. My head was feeling fuzzy from the whiplash I was sure I just received and my hands instinctively went to my forehead. Dammit. There was no way I could stop him from doing what he was just about to do—not in this condition. I heard the dial tone and then her voice. Her sweet, innocent voice. God, she was too trusting for her own good. And I couldn’t help her, I couldn’t’ save her; not this time.
“Sure thing, hun. I was actually thinking that you could come over for dinner tonight to meet my mother…. Hey, don’t worry about what to wear. You look great in anything.” My stomach churned viciously as he talked so sweetly to her. If I screamed out, she would only hear a background noise, and he’d probably say that it was the television making that sound. And even if she didn’t buy that, she wouldn’t know who I am. She’d never know that…
“I’ll see you at five…I love you too, Melody. Bye.” He snapped the phone shut and smiled at me—that damned smug smile. “So I suppose home was too inviting to stay away any longer? It’s good to have you back, sis.” He began to move towards me with such arrogance that I wanted nothing more than to punch him in his pretty little face. What an evil person he grew up to be.
“You’re my stepbrother, you idiot.” I hated looking at him but I met his eyes for the sake of pissing him off. He never liked being challenged.
After the age of five, there was never a time I would be seen without my newly found best friends and my cousin. Our parents were friends, and therefore the four of us became inseparable. We shared many memories while growing up together. An unexpected experience occurred on a regular day when we were simply spending time together. It was just the four of us in my cousin’s house that day. Not uncommon to be left alone, we didn’t pay any mind to it. We played around, having fun. Suddenly, the lights went out. The sun was beginning to set, and because we were afraid to keep the blinds open, it was dark inside. We ran into my cousin’s room and locked the door. The four of us stayed together, not knowing what to do. Eventually the sun set which made the room extremely dark. Time passed by and we refused to leave the room. We were huddled under the covers together when suddenly, there was a knocking on the door. Fearful of who it could be we just hid inside. We were terrified of who it could be. Eventually the knocking stopped. We had been stuck inside the room so long, that someone began to feel the need to use the bathroom. In our panic, rather than rush to the bathroom, a water bottle was used. It was hours until my aunt finally arrived home. When we explained everything, our whole family laughed hysterically. We found out that the knocking had been our uncle, who was sent to go get us. After the scary experience, we spent the rest of the night with our family. It was a beautiful summer night. I remember seeing so many people outside the apartments, sitting on the steps, playing card games. Small memories like this is what made the relationship between my friends, my cousin, and I so strong. Thirteen years later, (although now harder to spend time together because of college and such) we’re still all good friends.
ReplyDeleteWe were blowing bubbles in the back yard, just my mom and I. Well I guess it was the three of us if you count the fluffy, yellow chick that was running around us. My dad had it in his head that a chicken would be a good pet, so my mom and I sat and laughed as it waddled around the yard.
ReplyDeleteMy mom and I sat in the grass, marveling over the way the sun reflected in the bubbles. It was one of those warm, end of spring days, where even the air smells cheery.
Without warning, a few dark clouds rolled over the sky and it began to downpour. The rain poured down hard and fast, but we didn’t let it ruin our good time. We picked up a bucket that was laying in the grass and put in over top of the chick to keep it from getting wet.
We kept laughing as we ran around the yard, completely drenching ourselves in the rain. The dog ran excitedly around us, doing her laps around the yard with inexhaustible energy.
It was an unforgettable, and also one of the first days I can really remember. If I think hard enough about it I can still see the colors of each bubble as they floated off, and the feel of each drop of rain as it hit my skin.
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ReplyDeleteSarah walked into the lunch room,she heard everybody whispering and laughing she didn't know what was going on. She walked over to her table where her friends Jenna and Lindsay were sitting, they looked at her and started laughing.
They both said, "Is it true?"
Sarah replied, "Is what you?"
Lindsay answered, "What everybody is saying about you?"
Sarah questioned, "What is everybody saying about me?"
They said, "Oh nevermind then."
"Fine. Don't tell me," Sarah said while walking away.
Sarah walked down the hallway everybody was still looking at her and whispering. She was so embarrassed, she had no idea what they could be talking about. She thought at least her friends would tell her but even they wouldn't. Sarah ran into the bathroom crying, there was no one she could trust. Two girls walked into the bathroom and Sarah ran into a stall to hide.
One girl said to the other, " Did you hear about that sophomore girl that's pregnant?"
The other girl answered, " Oh yeah I think her name is Sarah something, what a slut?"
After they left Sarah walked out of the stall her eyes were red from all the tears, she was so upset. All she could think was, who would start a rumor like this,who hated her that much.
She dried her eyes and walked out of the bathroom back to her friends.
"Why didn't you guys tell me?" she said.
" We didn't know what to say, they said."
"Some friends you are," Sarah yelled.
Sarah ran back to the bathroom and spent the rest of the day in there. She didn't know how to face the rest of the school she was completely embarrassed and betrayed. All she could think was it's not true, it's not true.
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ReplyDeleteAn intertwining design of tattoos covers his body. Locks of blonde hair falls between his piercing blue eyes. Leaves hanging from trees creates a canopy above him, shading the sun. He watches as a bird flies in between the branches until it’s out of sight.
“Caleb.” a voice whispers into his ear.
He snaps up and looks around, but the forest is quiet..
“Kaia was right;I should’ve stayed.” he murmurs to himself, grabbing his pendant.
He stands, pulling up his shorts and looks around. Although he sees no one, he can’t shake the feeling that someone is here with him. How could I be so dumb?!? I should have listened to Kaia. This is the perfect scenario for a ShadowTraveler to attack.
“Water. I need water.” he says aloud. He listens until he hears the familiar sound of rushing water to his right. He gives his peaceful sanctuary one last look, then turns and runs. The forest passes him in a blur of colors, to fast for him to distinguish anything.
“Caleb. Why are you running? You know you can’t run from the dark.” the voice laughs in his ear.
He grits his teeth and runs faster desperate to get to the water. He can’t help but feel a bit of despair. That part of the forest was a place for him to come and relax and to forget about the horrors of the world. He won’t be able to come back now that a Shadowtravler has found it.
“What if you’re running towards nothing? What if the sound of water is just an illusion?”
His mind falters as he ponders this. Some Shadowtravelers have the power to manipulate their surroundings to whatever the people around them desire. Is it possible that he is running deeper into the forest, right into his pursuers trap? The Shadowtravelers laughter fills the air around him, sending chills down his spine. He looks down at his pendant which is glowing light blue. Hope and adrenaline push away his fear; his pendant wouldn't be glowing that color unless water was near.
When I was younger, my cousin Kyla, as you all may know, used to live with me. Kyla was like my best friend growing up and I loved spending time with her. Living with her was one of the best things about my childhood. Well one day, it was in the middle of the summer. We were always outside that summer because we didn’t even know what an iPod was. So to entertain ourselves, we used to go outside on the side of my house. There was a big tree there and it was our favorite tree ever. There Kyla and I made a pact to never leave each other no matter what. This tree was our meeting place. On the tree is where we performed a concert for our moms. I honestly forgot what we called ourselves since it was so long ago. We did a remake of the Green Day Song. I forget which one. But that tree we did a lot with. We formed a club at the tree. It was called Cuz’s because we were cousins so we just shortened it. One time with the club, we were eating outside and then there was a bee. We decided to try to hit the bee away from us and while we were doing that, the bee came back and stung me on my cheek and then proceeded to fly and finish stinging my sister on her arm. There are so many more memories that I can tell you about but I’m going to stop with this.
ReplyDeleteThe birth of my second little brother is probably one of my first, most memorable childhood memories. I was 3 at the time and I remember, even at such small age, the feeling of I guess ‘superiority’ and ‘responsibility’ almost, of being an older sister. I had experience of being the eldest from being a year older than Andy and I was so excited that now I would have another little brother to play with. Throughout the whole pregnancy, Andy and I would talk to my mom’s belly and sing our brother songs, we were just so anxious for him to be born already. We even began to think of our own crazy names to name him and for some reason were stuck on naming him ‘Rodolfo’, I remember trying to convince my mom that it was such a nice name, she refused though and stuck with Ignacio. We stayed at our grandma’s house the day she went into labor and she explained to us that we would have to wait a little while before getting to see him. Once we were finally allowed in, we ran towards our dad who took us in to see our mom and baby brother. It was such a wonderful experience. I still remember being able to hold him, with a lot of help from my dad of course, and just how tiny he was compared to how big my 3-year-old mind pictured myself. Me and Andy faught over who he resembled most and who got to hold or even look at him the longest. We might have even felt a little jealous that he was getting most of the attention that day and we soon learned that it was something that would have to be shared between all three of us. Everyone was so happy, our family seemed complete with this new tiny baby, and now look at him; bigger and taller than both of us.
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