When I was 5 years old, my whole family (on my mom’s side); me, my parents, my two older sisters, my oldest cousin and my grandparents, would go to this place in Oregon called Willamette Foothills. Of what I can remember, it was a beautiful place where you could hike and swim. My memory of Willamette is pretty foggy, but I do remember this one spot we use to stop at and swim. It was a pretty decent sized swimming hole and it was very beautiful and always warm but the center of the swimming hole always terrified me. It looked deep, although I’m not sure if it actually was. It, however, was scary dark and I had a very vivid imagination at the time since I was very young, so you can imagine what thoughts came to my head whenever I looked down there. Thoughts such as, a giant eel; long, slimy and black, and sharks. …show more content…
I was always around the edges by the pebbly shore. Although, this one time, I faced my fears; well actually I was more or less forced too. There was cliff above the darkness that you could jump off of and into the water, my oldest sister and cousin went off it all the time, and me? Well I was terrified. But the last time I can remember of being at Willamette was the day my cousin threw me off the cliff and I landed straight into the darkness of the mysterious hole. I’m pretty sure I died, especially since I can't recall what happened after that. I think everything after that day has just been one giant dream and I haven't actually been alive. Not really, but I still can’t remember what happened when I got out. I know I freaked out and thought I saw something down there when I was thrown, and I had a couple nightmares about it. Even though I’m alot older since that event happened, I have a feeling that if I ever go back to that swimming hole with the creepy black hole in Willamette, it’s most likely I will probably look at it the same way I did when I was a kid; terrified and vividly
The long 172 days had finally passed, and the day I had been waiting for, for months, had finally come. We were in Chicago for my One Direction concert, the day couldn’t have come faster. The agonizingly slow hours that passed that day was too much to bear. Before arriving at Soldier Field, I was highly anticipating meeting one of my closest friends, Jessica, for the first time. It’s actually rather incredible to me, we first were introduced on social media, we didn’t know each other at all, all we knew was that we both loved the same band, and we were both going to the same concert. Prior to meeting for the first time, we were restricted to Skyping each other almost every other day and texting every day.
We were trapped in a house. There were redcoats surrounding the house. All we had was a bayonet and a knife. John was almost dead. He might as well be dead, having been stabbed, shot 3 times and attacked by rabbits (Don’t ask). John pointed out the window and said, “Look”.
So here's how it all started I was on a boat going to go hunt for game. Until the captain pointed out ship trap island in the distance. I heard 3 gun shots and ran to the rail to see what happened I dropped my pipe and tried to catch it but instead i plunged into the water. I swam with all my might to get to shore because the the water was freezing cold so i swam towards the shots because it meant shelter in my head then i fell asleep.I woke up and went to find some food I saw the remains of a dead animal and a rifle cartridge and some foot prints.
I can go in the water and mud boggling.When I go home I go through mud and water, then I go to the river and go through the river to wash it off.The water at the river is like ice. It is so cold, and it is black and running fast.The water at the sand pit is a light brown color.The sand pit has hills and there is a water hole there where all the people in Axson go.Some people from Douglas go to the sand pit also.
As we were one hour into our journey, I began seeing the huge Appalachian mountains. The mountains looked surreal. The closer that we got to Lake Placid the larger the mountains were. We passed a waterfall that was crashing down against the clear blue lake. The lake was a puddle that casted a reflection of the bright sun. It took a long drive to get there, but once we got there it was sunny and bright. We brought up our loads of clothing and then went down to the beach on Mirror lake. There was boundaries on the beach of where you could go. The boundaries were marked with a rope and buoys. We had not known about those boundaries, so we crossed them. Each time we crossed them we would get yelled and whistled at. We saw a rock that was underwater. We really wanted to go explore it, so we ended up being complete rebels. We would hold our breath underwater and go explore the rock, and once we ran out of breathe would swim as quickly as we could up to the rope and pull ourselves inbounds. It was fun swimming, but we got tired very quickly. We headed back to the hotel, and took a
If I could go back to any time in the world, I would go back to France in October 1944 on the Western Front. World War Two has always interested me. Being able to see the revolutionary weapons would be incredible. I would also love to take part in such a historic and epic war. War is a horrible event that plays a major part in human development.
I grew up in Sugar Creek and went to a private school for daycare. I honestly don’t remember much about it, but when kindergarten year started I moved here to the Fort Osage District. I remember me meeting a boy, which I was kind of mean to. My mom had my mind set at boys are gross and have cooties, and school was all that mattered. Which still to this day I try my hardest to stick to school, and my two jobs. He kept trying to talk to me almost everyday, and having the same recess together didn’t help me out any.
UNC Wilmington has been my top pick for the college I want to attend to obtain my Bachelor’s degree in Business ever since I was a Junior in high school. I applied for the fall 2016 to spring 2017 semester my senior year of high school and was not accepted into UNC Wilmington. I knew I had a big decision to make and I needed to figure out what I was going to do since I was not accepted into UNC Wilmington. I had been accepted to other universities and I could have easily attended one of them instead but I knew where I really wanted to be was UNC Wilmington. I finally made the decision to take one year at Cape Fear Community College and work hard to get my GPA up to where it needs to be in order to be considered for the fall 2017 semester. I realized that
We had been walking back from the Jorgensen general store when Jimmy saw a kid his age and they started playing catch. We had been sitting there for hours and my wife had been talking to his wife and they invited us to their wagon train because I had told told them how we don't have one yet. Leaving independence, Missouri tomorrow March 8th.
Looking back to the WODs something that I would like to change would be be doing them correctly, as during most of the WODs I was not able to do them correctly. In the future I would like to complete all my exercises correctly with our any mistake, as during WOD#2 I did not complete the rest for 60 seconds, as I was not that tired. For the mile I walked for 17 minutes as it was really hot, and i did not want to get tired easily, so I decided to walk. However in the future, I would like to run for 1 round, jog for another, and sprint for the last. So if i do the math I would be able to run one round for a 1 minute, jog for 1:30, so if we did 8 rounds it would take me around 9 minutes to complete the mile, which is really good for me, as my
Life jacket all strapped on, getting to the last step and I’m in. I feel the rush of the cold water running all over my body like a pack of fire ants attacking their prey. I let go of the ladder and step on the lake floor, slim, allege, little water bugs everywhere, the smell of fresh lake with a hint of fish comes to me. I walk around on the lake floor going deeper as I go, my life jacket starts to kick in and I’m loosing footing as I continue walking into the unknown. I get to a point where there’s a clear line where there’s a drop off, one side is the lake floor the other is a black hole. Pretty soon it’s me and the lake, and I just lay back and enjoy every bit of it. The blue sky with white streams left behind from the passing jets, making lines that cross each other every which way. The waves coming in from boats way out and beyond, gently hitting me and pushing me just inches closer towards shore. Birds sing their song, pine trees blow in the wind, sun beating down hitting my face, blinding me as it always does. I return to the real world and realize I floated back to where I started out, the lake knew it was time to head in. I step over to the silver ladder who spends its days and nights in this clear, cold lake helping those who dare to step in. I get up to the top of the ladder and step onto the dock, where my towel was waiting, to provide some warmth back to me. I wrap my towel around me and start the walk back to our beach house. I am careful not to slip on the rocks that washed up from the lake, and I make it to grass and flat
September 20th, 2016 was the day I was dreading the most out of the whole year. That was the day when my boyfriend of almost two years would be leaving to begin his training as a United States Army Military Policeman. We had to wake up at six in the morning to begin our journey to the Gloucester Army Reserve office where his recruiter would take him to the Richmond International Airport to begin his trip to Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri. Saying goodbye to somebody who has been by my side nonstop for the past two years was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Little did I know, the next five months would be nothing but a few phone calls and occasional letters by mail.
Life at Woodlynde, do you really want to ask that? Life at Woodlynde is like a zoo, kids running wildly from class to class, weird sounds coming out of classroom and hallway, lunch is practically a mad house. Life at the Woodlynde school is almost like being in another dimension. I feel like how Alice felt after she went to wonderland and met the mad hatter. Going and spending a day at Woodlynde is a trip, you will hear and see some of the weirdest, yet funniest stuff and still manage to walk out going “what did I just see?” That is what life at Woodlynde is like.
After running for a while, weaving through what seemed to be a never ending maze of tall redwood trees, I somehow approached a large, smelly swamp. I decided to sit down for a while on a large cold rock. Okay, you may think I’m crazy or something, but I swear, all of a sudden it is like the whole swamp jumps out of itself and swallows me whole, all at once, before I could do anything! I fall down this hard slimey hole that never seems
Where I was, was in the cold breezy park, but it’s not an original park it has big rides and long shadows. Once I saw one of my friends I kept seeing more until all of my friends were there. They all wanted to do something! We heard shrieks during the night and every once in awhile we saw bats flying above us. We went into the theater there and before you go in you can hear a show. There are clown costumes laying around everywhere like they all vanished. There are big boulders shaped like houses and someone is talking behind them. When you walk in, there are colorless walls, and lots of cobwebs. All the chairs are like piles of bones. After going there we went to the big ferris wheel and could see the whole world from on top of it. The air smelled like waterfalls and all you could hear was the sound of a distant waterfall and the squeakiness of the rides. A few hours later we still didn’t know what direction we were facing or how to get out of the carnival but we saw a map but my house wasn't on the map. I don’t know why or how I’m ever going to get home! The one thing I know is that my family will come looking for me. Once we got off of it we started for the exit when something huge walked right in front of us