When I was about 7 me and my family went to Mexico to visit family, for Christmas. It was a long 4 hour flight to Dallas, Texas to respite, then another 3 hour flight to the airport. After that we still had to get in a taxi for an hour long from the airport to my grandparents house. On our way to my grandparents house there is a lot of dirt, livestock, stores, and houses. It was about midnight when we left the airport so it was about 1 when we got to my grandparents house. Luckily everyone was still awake so we were not stuck outside. As soon as we walk in my grandma and grandpa give me and my brother a big hug. Then my cousins come up to meet me for the first time.My aunt all ready asleep. “How was your flight?” my grandmother asks. “Ok,
The first thing we did was go and brush our teeth and our hair. Then we started to get dressed and we called our grandma’s room to see if they were ready to go. She said that she will be ready in a few minutes. I couldn’t be any happier when I heard her say that. My grandma called us and said that she was ready I was so ecstatic when I heard that we all rushed out the door and waited for my grandma, grandpa, and Micah to get out there so we can take them in our car.
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.
We were on our way to New Mexico to visit my grandparents. At this time, I lived in Texas so it was not that far and they lived by the state line of Texas, the North West side of Texas. It always took us about four hours to get there but this trip was a little different. We were in tornado season so you know where this is going it could have been like two and a half hours. Then we hear on the radio a tornado alert luckily there was a rest point with a gas station so we stopped and went inside I was only like nine years old but remember this day.
When I was visiting my family in Mexico I felt like a foreigner. All my family in America went to Mexico for my great grandma’s 90th birthday party. We were in Monterrey, Mexico which is the northeast part of Mexico. I was about 13 years old. We drove from Arkansas to Monterrey, it took about two days.
From the ages six through twelve, I wrote stories for my friends and family. I remember sitting at an giant, old computer that they had in 2003. It wasn’t easy to use, but I was determined. I moved my short little fingers across that smooth keyboard in hopes of creating a masterpiece. I remember showing my first work to my friends at school and watched how they dissect my “masterpiece”.
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
The plane had about 20 rows of chairs, separated by three’s. My parents and I took a row in the middle. Since it was my first time on a plane, they let me have the window seat. By eight forty-five, the plane was ready for take-off. The pilot welcomed us to the flight and asked us to please turn off any electronic devices for
After we packed up all our stuff my dad said” Everyone go to bed, so we can wake up fresh in the morning and get the trip started”. So, we all went to bed. I can barely sleep thinking about all the fun were going to have. After about 15 minutes everyone was sound asleep and so was I.
COMMITMENT TO CHRIST Background I was brought up in a concept of fame and success to be the purpose of life. While I worked my way out of the rigid Asia educational system, I thought I was doing ok. Nine years ago, I was told the chance of coming to the U.S. for college education. For many people, that is once in a life opportunity. I viewed that chance as the answer to my desire for personal accomplishment and a success future.
When I was 8 years old, my family and I hopped on a plane to San Francisco, California for a family field trip. It took exactly 7 hours to fly from Albany, Ga to San Francisco on the plane, but it didn’t bother me because I had food and took 2 naps during the flight. I was very excited to go to California but I wondered why we were going all the way there and not somewhere closer to Georgia. I ask my mom why we were going there, but she wouldn’t tell me; she said that it was a surprise.
As I layed in my bed soundly asleep, my dad came into my room and woke me up, he told me it was urgent me that I had to wake up even though it was pitch black outside, and I had to go to daycare the next day. He woke me and my brother up, and we took a car ride which seemed like forever, especially when I was unaware of what was going on. Eventually we came to a stop, in what looked like a hospital parking lot. This was one of my first memories of being genuinely scared and confused, that I continue to think about over a decade later. That night I realized my mother was an alcoholic, and she would eventually go on shatter the few positive memories I had of her.
We went to pick up my sister’s and brother’s friends first, then we drove to my friend’s house. She was waiting outside and there beside her was my other friend who was coming along. I waved hi to them and opened the door so they could get their luggage in. It was already past midnight when we got to Miami.
Jim Murphy proudly said “I write narrative nonfiction, creating lively scenes through action and the use of quotes from firsthand accounts, all based on rigorous research. If I say a character leaned against a fence on a windy day, then I have at least two sources to back up these details.” This one quote beautifully summarizes my paper which will discuss the need for accuracy in narrative non-fiction. Narrative is a form of storytelling.
Hi,I’m Joe the darkness. I am the darkness that is in your room at night. The darkness that you think scares you when you hear noises. Everyone blames me because of noises they think that they hear in their room.
Getting lost was not on my to do list when I traveled to Korea over the summer to visit my relatives. However, because of my inquisitive nature, I just had to go explore my grandma's neighborhood. Due to that nature, however, I found a treasure. I was around 8 or 9 years old and that was the first time I had gone to Korea, so obviously I was excited and curious about everything. I had wanted to go visit more of Korea, but my grandparents were busy so I couldn't explore as much as I wanted to.