There was a running stream that ran from north to south a few meters away from where we were sitting, the fizzing of the leaves above us from the pine trees was very soothing and an eerie coyote cry made the night even more interesting. We were at the back porch playing fish or cut bait, a pretty simplistic but yet challenging board game that tested your ability to do fast decisions that wouldn 't affect the rest of your turn in the game. We had simple snacks and a charming background acoustic guitar playing, the crickets harmonized with the night and the crew, a group of five teenagers, where just having the time of our lives. Our trip to Georgia was more than what I expected, it seemed that the only bad thing about it was the way over there, …show more content…
We decided to see where it would led us after all we were at an adventure to find the new. First we where leaded to a hill that at the top stand a deer blind, thankfully it was empty so our journey continued. Along the way we spotted beautiful crystal like rocks and others with metal on them we took a few for souvenirs and other for gifts for our people back at Texas. It was easily a 30 minute walk and we spotted the end of the stream it was a pond, a pond like lake that got waters I 'm guessing from the rains that fell almost daily, we came prepared with a casting net and didn 't wait long before we started fishing there. Even though nothing was caught we knew the experience was going to be told all over town back at home.
That night we stayed at the front porch listening to nature’s melody playing board games, strumming a guitar, and eating chips we had bought that morning. And I remembered listening to the coyote cry and the stream run, flash backing to all the things we did that day, and saying to myself it was an adventure of a
Alabama Trip My mom and and dad told me in December that we were going to Gulf Shores, Alabama to visit my grandparents. Gulf Shores is the southernmost town in Alabama, located on the north coast of the Gulf of Mexico. I have been there twice when I was little. I remember that I collected seashells and went swimming with Boppa in the pool.
The story of forsyth georgia is a very long and very racist one. The novel Blood At The Root by Patrick Phillips captures this troubling 100 year period of American history perfectly. While this novel is only a historical recollection of events from someone who lived in Forsyth, the novel has a much larger effect on the reader. The novel tries to give the reader an idea of how blacks were discriminated against, and how they were virtually powerless to fight it. The novel also illustrates the effect of white victimization in areas like forsyth.
I grew up in a military family so, we lived in various places. In Tennessee, it got very cold and snowed every winter. In Hawaii, we near the edge of a volcano crater. We ate mochi and musubi almost every day. I went to high school in Georgia.
When I Went To Florida I went to Florida after 4th grade in the summer. When we went to Florida, Jaxon my sisters, brother came with us. The night before we left he stayed at my house. When we left the next morning we left at 3:00 A.M. While we were on our way we both had to sit in the very back of the car because my sisters came with us. The ride there was not fun at all.
When I was eight, my family could not believe what I was doing to my nanny on the way to Gatlinburg. My family and I begin to scavenge our belongings to place in my mother 's car, my anxiety and excitement begins to rise. We all start to swarm in the vehicle and to my recollection, I notice the sun beginning to ascend over the horizon. My mother stomped on the gas pedal to accelerate the car forward out of our driveway onto the road. In the car, my parents occupy the front driver and passenger seats, my brother sits next to the window behind my mother and I sit behind my father, which leaves the middle seat for my nanny to take up.
After searching for hours among rocks and in streams during the pitch of night, we I documented
Over the summer I traveled to Tennessee to see my cousins. The day we arrived, we visited Lake Winnie, an amusement park with tons of rides with a water park. It was a joyful day. That day I went on the first roller coaster I 've ever been on. While walking nervously up the steps to get into line with my cousin, I felt the adrenaline rushing through my body, and I felt very anxious.
Now, the laid back southern life to me, is the way to go! No one is ever in a hurry it seems, just moseying along at their own tempo of life. Sitting back relaxing in the yard with family and friends talking about everything under the sky, laughing and cutting up with one another, having a cook-out or a late night bonfire enjoying the night air, sippin’ on some sweet tea, is what is special in my heart.
I live in a minuscule town in Western North Carolina, where southern traditions are very important to the majority of the population. Such as drinking sweet tea, eating biscuits and gravy, and going to church. Here within one of those important traditions lies why I had to take such a significant risk. At the beginning of my eighth grade year of middle school, only a mere thirteen years of age, I knew I was different. However, what made me different would surely turn many against me.
Change is something the whole world goes through at one point or another in their lives, but what’s vital is what we chose to do with that change. It was the summer of 2005, the weather outside was as heavy as an anvil, nevertheless this was the norm in south Florida. My childhood was one to reminisce. Life was perfect, but that all altered when my parents said we were moving to Atlanta Georgia. Things weren’t as easy as I thought they would be, but my biggest reason was my school
Growing up in southwest Atlanta, Georgia, I have been surrounded by ‘black success’ instead of just ‘success’ for the duration of my life. The blacks in my area are equally as successful, if not more accomplished than, the non-blacks, but we are always titled separately and put into a captive box. The box we are held in told young girls that they should aspire to be athletes, cosmetologists, or plain unemployed. The same box told young men that they could only be considered “somebody” if they were able to catch a ball well. These are occupations we would ‘best be suited for’; these are occupations that perpetuate the box.
Personal Narrative Have You ever wanted to know what South Carolina is like? Well, Im going to tell you how it is down their. I was only 5 or 6 when i moved down there and we used live in dayton OH, but it took us about a week to decide if we wanted to move and pack up everything. At the time we had 3 dogs Trooper, Oatie, and Patches. I wanted oatie to go with us
I'm exploring various areas for retirement, which presently includes Raleigh/Durham, and possibly Asheville, for visits up to six months of the year. Hopefully, I will be lucky to meet acquaintances who are similar in age who are willing to connect without the need for a rushed relationship. I would like to settle down but I am realistic and will admit that I am careful. I am hopeful for a mature commitment in the future. An important aspect is flexibility as my lifestyle involves travel, which is unavoidable.
SETTING One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest takes place in Oregon during the late 1950’s or early 1960’s in a mental hospital. We know this because the memory of World War II is fresh in Bromden’s and McMurphy’s minds. The environment is very grey, dull, confining, and machine-like. There is very little warmth before McMurphy’s arrival.
My Trip to Florida It was a cold winter night in Upstate New York. My mom and dad were enjoying a cup of coffee, my sisters were playing video games, and I was editing a few pictures on my computer. My mom brought up the idea of a vacation. She said” We haven’t been on a vacation for a long time”.