Person My Love : My Story Of The Person I Love

One year ago on the fourth of July at my family's farm, ¨wha whoo ¨we said in excitement as we jumped in piles of hay.We would mess up a pile, then put it back together we would run, run ,run ,then jump as high as we can we would make team and whatever team won they would get a special hat to wear and we would fight about who won and who get the hat also. They would fight about cheating , I would tell them not to fight because it's the Fourth of July after that would laugh so hard and they would laugh at them self too . they would be so confused at me and look at me sideways.. My brother and all the younger kids would play in the grass with toys than one of the

I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”

The journey that Richard and Mildred Loving took is important for history and for the future of civil rights in the United States. I recently watched the documentary The Loving Story and enjoyed the footage, pictures, and interviews of everyone involved in the Loving v. Virginia case. The documentary addressed the issue of interracial marriage in Virginia in 1967.

It was a baseball game day in the heat of July. I can remember warming up on the field for about five minutes and I was already sweating like a dog, I was drenched from head to toe full of sweat. During warm ups all I could think about was drink cold water and just jumping into the lake to cool off after the game. Little did I know that this scorching summer day was going to spark my baseball career for the rest of the season and for the rest of my life. Before every baseball game my dad would either text my mom or call me and would always ask me to hit a homerun for him, and everytime I would tell him I will try my best.

It was the day of Thanksgiving, we were going to my grandma and grandpa’s house. When we arrived there, the food wasn’t quite done, but the smell of the turkey, potatoes, and the rest of the food was so good. My cousins were sitting in the living room, with my uncle, watching football. I went out in the living room with them, and played on my phone, till the food was done.

My mom and I were in the airport awaiting our flight to Kentucky. It was a one hour flight and it went by quickly as I watched a movie. After we got there, we picked up our bags and rented a car. WE drove to the hotel, started unpacking, and I went to the horse park. My pony Sparkles was at the horse park. WE were tent twenty-five, it was the week before pony finals and the show that I was competing in was that week.

The parents were fed up with our wild animal like behavior and told us to play downstairs in the basement. We all went down the basement and started to playing tag. Therefore, we had to be careful playing because the basement was not finished at the time and had metal studs where the walls are supposed to go and the concrete floors that are now hardwood. When everybody went upstairs because they were as tired as an olympic runner after a meet my Dad came down to fix a light bulb. He used a ladder to fix it so he could reach and when he was done he went upstairs so I was the only one in the basement. I wanted to be like my Dad so I decided to climb the ladder. I was at the top when my foot slipped off the ladder. Somehow I was able to turn my body around and grab onto a pipe to stop myself from falling. I felt the pipe starting to brake so I decided to swing on to the metal stud next to me because I was sure that was going to hold me. When my

When I was younger around the age of 8-10. I think it was an a saturday and I was playing pokemon on my silver Gameboy. Mom then came in the room and explain to me that we were going to my grandma Agar’s house to go swim in their huge clear cold water pool and eat at favorable cook out. But my mom also said I had to keep my Gameboy trapped at home, that broke my tiny heart . So we arrive at my grandparents big white house, I also see all of my family and my grandparents eyes as they followed our car while pulling into the large drive in.

When i started to get dark, Kelsie and I decided to have a sleepover. So we called Kelsie’s friend/My cousin over to see if she wanted to have a sleepover to. We all hung out that night and played volley-occer.. When we were playing and the ball landed in the middle of the room and all of us just went in slow motion the get the ball. Then i look up and hear kelsie say “GET IT” as she was slowly moving towards it. We all laughed and continued to play.

I don't remember the day but I know it was in the summer.i was still 5 and was a crazy kid.it was a sunny day.me and my friends were having fun and we were just playing tag.then we played hide and seek.then some other kids came out.so we played tag again then we went back home.the next day it was only me and one of my other friends in my mind i was thinking why was no one coming out.so me and my friend just played hide and seek.while we were playing i thought to myself what if they went to a party and didn't tell me.but I didn't care.while i was running i was distracted and looked behind me.then i tripped a branch and fell on a bunch of rocks to be honest i thought it was nothing when i stood up i felt the excruciating pain and fell on the ground.

Me and my family had gone up north to visit my grandparents place during the summer. During that day my dad and my brother brother Allan decided to play baseball. At the time I didn't want to play and I didn't really know how to play, so I just watched them play for a while.

The short story, “What We Talk About When We Talk About Love” by Raymond Carver, invalidates the struggles and the lives of women, especially those that have experienced abuse. Carver oppresses women through lack of empathy for a victim and reinforcement of certain stereotypes.

When I was 12 years old in 7th grade sitting at lunch with Asali, my science teacher asked me to go to soccer tryouts that evening and see what I've got. In last period I asked to call my parents and see if I could stay after school to try out for soccer, both of my parents agreed and brought me my cleats with clothes to change into. Then I went into the locker room to get dressed.

After a long December night, I was in my room the next morning getting ready for school. My parents had already left for work and left my brother and I at home. My brother was taking his time in the shower while I was brushing my hair in the upstairs bathroom patiently waiting for him to finish. After I was done with my hair, I went downstairs and knocked on the bathroom door and said,

Have you ever felt love, lost it, or been hurt from it? Well, this is my story about “love”. When I was a young boy I had many girlfriends, but I was young I didn’t know why I had a girlfriend I just wanted one. I was never really good with the ladies, and my relationships didn’t last very long because, I was a kid. I didn’t grasp the whole concept of love until I laid eyes on, Halie Brooke Carter in middle school.