I spent the first eleven years of my life in Cleveland, Ohio. Contrary to the two seasons Florida has, hot and hotter, Cleveland has all four. During the winter season it would snow and snow day in and day out. This gave us the cinematic white Christmas but the feet of snow and layers of ice also proved to be a challenge. There was a particular Friday in February the year I was in the third grade that had me out in the snow a little bit longer than I had intended. The bus ride home was prolonged due to all of the ice on the roads and I was pretty anxious to get inside where I knew there would be a set of warm pajamas waiting for me. When I finally reached my stop, unfortunately the last one on the route, I ran as fast as my snow boot clad feet could take me. However when I arrived at the front door of my home there didn't seem to be anyone there who wanted to let me in. I knocked and knocked but there was never an answer. Determined to get inside and somewhat in denial that this was happening to me, someone who just wanted to get to a nice mug of hot chocolate, I started my way to the back door. …show more content…
With the door being on the other side the patio my only option was to attempt to trudge my way through a whole three feet of snow. I had almost made it to the door when it started snowing again. At that point I was fed up and I angrily rapped on the door trying a second time to have someone let me in. Again there was no answer and I was left standing outside wondering if I was going to have to find a squirrel or scrounge up some pine cones for my
If you are anything of a Cleveland Browns fan, you understand the struggle of watching your team shoot themselves in the foot nearly every game. This Sunday against Pittsburgh wasn’t any different. One thing Cleveland is consistent in doing is making mistakes.
The River of no return is an Autobiography of Cleveland Sellers. Throughout the book, we get to read firsthand how times were during the Civil rights movement. In ‘The River of No Return’ readers will also perceive the mindset of both African Americans and Caucasian Americans. This autobiography provides eyewitness reports of the strategies and the conflicts in the south that many people have endured for racial justice. Not only does it show the south but it also shows the movement and how it progressed throughout the nation.
So far, my trip has been a fairly easy one. I left home on April 5, and I believe it's been 75 days. I didn't want to leave Cleveland right then since business was good but I have to avoid the winter months. Thankfully, we avoided a majority of the rain. I heard from men a few wagons ahead that they were soaked from the rain meaning that we barely missed it. I am a little worried about my health, though. A friend of mine on the wagon died from cholera, and I'm praying that I don't get
One day, in 4th grade during winter time, me and my friends were playing in the snow. Me and my friends were athletic, so we spent a lot of time outside. The air was biting at our noses, and snowmen with orange noses and piles of snowballs behind snow walls littered the area. Snowballs zoomed across the yard, occasionally decapitating a snowman, or exploding on someone's jacket. I threw my hardest snowball, aimed directly for someone’s back. As he reached down to get another snowball, the snowball kept going. My snowball had shattered a window. Everyone quickly dispersed and ran to the end of the street, and met up.
It was a regular cold winter day at Bozeman Nursing Home. I was inside with a patient, when I remembered Petey was outside getting some cold winter air. Children were screaming and shouting, so I went outside to check on him, I stood in the doorway just to see how he was doing. There was a blanket of snow covering the ground. I saw a boy, probably walking home from school when snowballs started to fling at Petey. Today, around no one has any respect for elderly people. Yet they kept coming, one by one, many and many. I picked up after them, but I heard the voice of a young man scream. A snowball whooshed past my ear during the snowball fight. My glasses fell off as I was running, and my blonde hair was flying in air. Petey was as sweet as a
I'd forgotten to unlock the door. I ended up locking myself out of the house. My keys were inside, and my cell phone was sitting on my desk. I wasn't exactly dressed for the winter evening. The temperatures had dropped to nine degrees and I was wearing a pair of jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a pair of flip flops, not exactly cold weather appropriate attire. At least it wasn't snowing, but there was some light
The second one was the city of Miami located in the state of Florida because it is the warmest city in the U.S. It has been really hard for me to keep up with the weather in winter because I am from one of
It all started one morning in Aurora, Colorado. I came downstairs to eat so I can go outside to play. After I eat I run upstairs, but my parents stopped me,
Out of nowhere my brothers friend and himself who were seniors decided they wanted to walk almost three miles to the shoppette just to get drinks which was outrageous at first; deciding it would be kind of fun. This wasn’t my first time sneaking out, but we were really quiet and had to prepare for going out. The time took place near the end of November where there was almost eight inches of snow on the ground, yet I was wearing only pants and a jacket no beanie or gloves. We had to stay away and hide from vehicles that were coming from either way for the snow was blurring our vision and we had to stay away from cops.
Around a year ago I was awake during the night and I wanted to outside. I knew we weren’t allowed to, but I didn’t care. I was done caring about my life and trying to stay alive, I needed to get fresh air. I was hoping that I would get caught and I would get punished, or maybe even kill me. I got up and everyone in my barrack was mostly awake and everyone was telling me not to go. I brushed off what they were saying. I carefully stepped outside. I felt the cold air touch my skin. It felt great. I closed my eyes and pictured I was at home with my family. An arm grabbed me and pulled me to the side of the barrack and interrupted my thoughts. “ Hey!” a man whispered. “ What are you doing out here! You aren’t supposed to be out after dark.” It was too dark to make out the man's face.
As I wake up I smell the cold air I rush up the stairs into the living room and to see outside my window a mountain of glistening snow laid across the neighborhood. I was ecstatic when I saw so much snow on the ground on such a clear day, I dash to my closet and pick out all my snow gear one by one. As I rush out the back door I feel the cold wind rush against my face, as I walk through the snow it became quite difficult to move. Soon I went to my old playset that was in my background, but before I manage to climb up the wooden steps a giant piece of ice fell from the roof and I caught it, I was almost crushed by the large slab of ice. I then used the large ice slab to make a snowman out of it, I carried the ice slab to the back porch of my
Blowing a puff of smoke as everyone around me cleared out of the way. I
Both of my dogs loved playing in the snow. My sister and I went inside our fort and hung out, then my littlest dog decided to join us. My sister, my littlest dog and I all hung out in the fort and talked. Throughout the day we were taking little trips inside because it was so cold especially with us playing in the snow. When we did go outside after playing in our fort, we decided to make a snowman. You can not play in the snow without making a snowman. First we would grab a lot snow, put a lot of snow together to make the bottom, middle, and the top which is the head. After we do that we try to put a scarf around it. Then we added everything else that a snowman needs. When we got bored of that, we decided to have a snowball fight. We built a fort out of snow to protect us from the snow. It’s kind of like that SpongeBob episode where SpongeBob and Patrick have a snowball fight in front of their houses. After we have all that fun building forts, snowmen, and going sledding. We decided it was time to go inside for the night and warm up. My sister and I went inside and drank some more hot chocolate and put all of our stuff away. We tried to enjoy the rest of the night that we had
I ran away when I was ten years old. It was a small argument with my parents that provoked it. The situation was contentious and furor. I wanted to have a sleepover with five girls from school, they said that we couldn’t fit five other girls in our apartment. I lashed out at them, throwing a full-fledged tantrum, and then I left. Marched out of the door, ignoring their calls for me to come back. My plan was to spend the night at my grandparents house and go back in the morning. It was a short walk, only four blocks to my grandparents, but I didn’t make it. On the second block the light was about to turn red. I convinced myself I could make it and ran out into the middle of the street, only to get struck by a car. Funny, I don’t even remember dying. I don’t remember what it felt like, or if I saw God waiting for me. As soon as the car hit me, my eyes closed, only to be snapped open a few seconds later. But I was no longer in the street, I was in my favorite park. I looked down to see my wrinkled t-shirt and jeans had been replaced with a long, flowy white dress. I felt odd, almost hollow. I broke out into a sprint, and ran in the direction of my house, but when I reached the front gate of the park, I was thrown backwards by an invisible force. I hit the ground hard, and let out a painful groan. I slowly got up, ignoring the pain in my side. I started to run out of the park when I was thrown backwards again. I couldn’t leave. Why couldn’t I leave? Out of the corner of my eye I
One day before my birthday there was a huge storm in indianapolis, that day their was lots of rain, and thunder. All you could hear were the claps of rain hitting the ground with shatters of “boom”. As the rain continued my mom told me to get ready because she wanted to get everything ready for my party, so I went to my room and put my jacket and shoes on. As I patiently waited in the living room, I heard a huge loud “blast” of lighting echoing through the dark sky. As my Mom opened her door and started heading outside, I headed to the door and waited till she got their. As She slowly approached the door. I Twisted the doorknob, opening the door slowly. As we both looked outside and saw the heavy rain pour a ton of water. As she handed me the keys, I stepped out the door and waiting for Her to step out to she hesitated to go outside once I stepped out I could feel the cold Heavy Rain drops poured down my forehead into my pores making it look like if I was sweating then my mom finally stepped out and ran to the car try not to get wet but she was already wet as I locked the door I slowly approached the car not caring if I got wet. Once I reach the car door I slowly opened the door and stepped in once I stepped in I could feel the cold air blow hard into my face making me feel very cold and wet as my mom pulled