Arizona’s a Desert, Yo Me: “Hey, did I ever articulate how I was incriminated for shoplifting? Therapist Dan: “The aforementioned is not in my transcriptions. What’s the significance?” Me: “The situation kicked off my anxiety of constabularies for starters.”
“I don’t know” I said as jones picked the lock to the military garage. “Get in” I said. By the time the civilians were out, it was time for the military to come back. They got in and we burst through the front gate and the military started chasing us.
Growing up in San Diego was fun. The beach was near my high school and it was the ultimate after school hangout. At the beach, you could enjoy the best homemade ice cream at Mootime Creamery. When my friends were hungry, we would head out to the closest taco shop. My favorite dishes are rolled and fish tacos.
Today was my first day in Tenochtitlan. While I was at the market buying food for myself, an old woman came up to me and asked me if I was a tourist. I said yes. She told me that she would take me to her house, and tell me all about the Aztec culture and the city, when I went to her house I saw a pregnant woman sitting on the couch. She looked up at me, then quickly looked down and ran out of the room.
I was born on a Navy base in San Diego a little before two in the mourning. I am the youngest with two older sisters Shauna and Cassie. We basically lived two-thirds of our childhood on military bases stationed throughout the United States of America. My father being in the Navy meant we moved a lot I have lived in New Orleans, Pensacola, and San Diego and finally we settled in Tomball, Texas which is thirty minutes away from Houston. I went to a lot of different schools during my childhood an sometimes we would move before the year is up which made it difficult for me in school.
Today I’m going to be talking about my trip to Durango, Mexico. I live in Dacono, Colorado so the drive to Colorado to Durango takes two days. My grandparents and I, stay in Mexico for about two weeks and a half and we leave Friday morning like at 4:00am and we arrive to the border of El Paso, Texas like at 3:00pm. After we’ve arrived to Texas we make a pit stop to go use the restroom and to also eat because once we leave Texas and into Mexico, its going to be a long while before we get to eat and use the restroom again. Once we leave Texas and enter Mexico our second destination is Chihuahua, Mexico.
Cabo Wabo and Captiva Around five years, ago my extended family and I decided to go to Captiva Island together as a family trip during Thanksgiving. We stayed in a house called Cabo Wabo. Cabo Wabo is a big, bright yellow house.
Most people have moved before sometime in their life. For me, it was only two times. The first move was an international move from Vietnam to the United States of America, when I was just 8 months old. At the time, it was just my mom, dad, and me, traveling across the world to start a new life. Word of advice, moving is hard.
The place looked a lot like this. It smelled of fried fish and sunscreen, with a side of fries. I still cannot believe it happened. He just shot him like Han Solo and Greedo at the Cantina. Then the next shot hurt even more.
I truly think camping is at coyote creek is a very relaxing place. Ever since my siblings and I were babies we have been going to coyote creek start park. We have so many great memories with friends and family. We're always having huge gatherings for different holidays and events. Its a huge tradition for my
Can you guess where my first trip was to? In May 13, 2003, I had my first trip to El Paso Texas. I woke up at 8am I was super excited and nervous at the same time, because I knew this trip would be a great experience for me. I was going to take a plane for the first time.
My journey started in the Grand Canyon. With little backpacking experience and being barely old enough to vote, I drove the sleepless eleven-hour drive to the legendary ravine. People gave inquiring glances, wondering what a young man was doing all alone, carrying a backpack three quarters his size. I didn’t blame them. Most only go to the canyon to see it from the rim, with few daring to journey within.
My first trip to Las Vegas was the worst plane trip every, I had experienced all types of emotions from Norfolk to Dallas. In Norfolk my flight was delayed due to the weather, then another two hour delay in Dallas. All I wanted was to get to Vegas. On my flight I sat beside a man who never been on a plane. This guy behavior was the worst.
I was the first to gather my wits, and started running. I could hear that my friends were following me, as we sprinted down a flight of stairs. The roof started to slowly part from the walls, lifting up in the air. We were around 100 meters from the doors to the locker rooms, when the roof was ripped of completely. The rain poured down on us, and the wind so strong that it got harder to run.
I’m starting to wonder: Maybe she didn’t see me, maybe something was in her way – but it was clear to me, when she pulls into the fast lane going 25 miles per hour. It’s then, that I realize, that I was at fault, as well. I should have stuck to the speed-limit, which was 35 miles per hour. But I did well under the circumstances; I kept my wits about me; I didn’t over-steer and roll the car.
