It was the summer of 2014 and my mother’s family traveled from Denver to Los Angeles to spend the 4th of July with us. A plethora of fireworks lit up the dark abyss of a sky. Screaming and running, my 9-year-old cousin, Daisy, was full of joy and excitement. She had never experienced a Fourth of July with such an amazing sight of fireworks. I felt fortunate to be able to share the moment with my younger cousin. My family only stayed for a few nights, but I never imagined that would have been the last time I was ever going to see her. The next morning my mom unexpectedly received a call from my aunt. I could overhear what was being said; there was yelling and wailing. She announced to my mom that they had just experienced a car crash. Unfortunately,
There are kids hesitant to watch the fireworks because of fear. They fear the darkness at night, loud noises, and large crowds with people they don’t know. For some kids, fear has a negative impression and long term effect psychologically. They try hard to avoid and escape from the situation. Not every kid is lucky enough to escape from their fears.
The old man moved slowly over to his chair. As he started to sit down, his whole body shook. When he started to talk, the loud room became quiet. We waited silently as he explained his story of his service during the Vietnam War. He told us of his fears and the details down to the sweat rolling down his back. Then the next man spoke about his similar, but yet so different experience during his time in Iraq.
The day was like any other Independence Day in its celebration-the barbecue was on the grill, the family was on the deck, and the good feelings were freely flowing. I chatted with the family, put in the requisite time at the kiddies' table, and began to feel the spirit of the holiday. It was clear and calm that day, with still no indication of the police-led festivities yet to come, and then it happened: an old uncle, rarely seen except for those few occasions when public drinking with the familial unit is acceptable, brought out a bag of things that no self-respecting Fourth of July party-goer is without--the fireworks. Pretty soon the kids, and even a few adults, were enjoying the pyrotechnic show.
Assignment details: Analyze the components of the hero’s journey. Basically, support the argument that Jaws follows the epic hero cycle. Name specific examples from the movie and connect them to the hero’s journey. However, this is not a plot summary. You are not retelling the story, but selecting examples to support the analysis.
The film The Patriot illustrates a story of a widower named as Benjamin Martin. He was not only a veteran of the french and indian war but was a farmer and father of seven children. Benjamin was termed to Charleston to fight for and with the Continental Army due to the upcoming revolution, but refuses to abide for the safety of his family and the choice of raising his family in peace. Although he declines the offer to fight, the levy still passes. After some time, the peaceful life he wished upon began to perish by reason of the American Revolutionary War.
... funeral home and prepared to walk her out to her grave. The morticians loaded my aunt into the hearse. Everyone was walking behind the hearse until we reached her plot. My uncles and Dad pulled her out of the vehicle onto the bands for the funeral directors to lower her into the ground. Then the priest for what felt like an hour of words and gave the signal to lower her into the ground. While they were doing that, the priest passed out roses. We all threw the roses onto the burial vault and said our goodbyes and went home. When we got home we reflected on the times we had.
Steven Spielberg is known for being an extraordinary director. He has directed many wonderful films and he can add this one to his resume. “Saving Private Ryan” is a war film set in the battlefields of 1944 Europe. Tom Hanks stars as Captain John H. Miller who leads a troop of seven men to locate and bring back Private James Ryan (Matt Damon) for propaganda reasons. His other three brothers were killed in action and they don’t want to have to send another death letter to their mother.
It 's a nice day in July, the third, the day before all of the excitement. Families are out and about standing in lines wrapped around the store buying kerosene for their grills. Of course you can’t forget the Hotdogs, hamburgers, buns, jello, cake, icecream and popsicles. Any kind of food you could ever want and most in the color red white or blue. People are flocking to the firework stands to buy as many of the biggest and baddest fire works they have to offer. Kids spending there allowance on rockets, snakes, poppers, parachutes, and smoke bombs. Fourth of July is almost in full swing just a few more things before the big party. While all of these people are running around like ants in a frenzy swarming to the melted ice cream cone on the hot pavement. My aunt, uncle, and cousins are at their house preparing for the big party an annual fourth of july
We were interrupted by a phone call from my dad. My mom was still joking and in a silly mood when she started talking to my dad. Suddenly the conversation turned from joking to dead silence and my mom started crying. She tearfully asked, "Is she ok? Was she alone?" I was thinking my sister went riding and fell off her horse or that something had happened to my grandma.
It was not long after the sun set that the city’s organizers of the festival announced the event that everybody had been waiting for. All the younger kids got really excited and ran as far up as they could, the crowd started to settle, and each and everyone of us prepared our necks looking towards the eastern end. Soon loud music began and the fireworks began to soar through the sky! People were in “oooohs” and “ahhhs” every time as soon as rocket would go up and explode in front of a dark canvas, the night sky. The fireworks were in sync with the music and produced a plethora of colorful designs that lit the sky. Although the whole event lasted under 15 minutes, it was by far one of the most wonderful experiences to any party. People let out a sigh once the fireworks display was over and a thunderous applause
The Great War of Dryden Elementary The meeting began swiftly after school on an unusually cold autumn afternoon. We took our seats in the snug recliners of the Gerardi residence’s movie theater. We were promptly delivered the refreshments that all great leaders thrive off of: Lemon Lime Gatorade and Double Stuffed Oreos. After some consideration, we reached a conclusion.
This is a story of how my parents had bad luck connecting and how they would eventually find love. They both lived in Twin Peaks neighborhood of San Francisco. San Francisco is a city of hills and Twin Peaks is on the top of a large hill. Looking out from the top, you can literally see everything.
Fourth of july was at my house every year so I walked next to the curb and saw my cousins lighting up sparklers, it was like a Harry Potter wand so I went over there next the hill and lit some with them.
My parents had go to Switzerland the week after for the funeral and the family. We had school going on and my parents decided to leave us with friends and go by their own. I stayed at a very good friend of mine, and my sister at one hers. They left and, where going to stay there at least a week. The time I spent there was really hard. Not only because the most helpful people I could have been with where away but I kept on having flashbacks.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.