On was a saturday morning around seven in the morning, my mom comes bursting through the doors of my sister and I’s room. She tells us to hurry and get dressed because we were going on an adventure. My sister and I got ready as fast as we could and ran to the car. As we were driving my sister and I could not imagine what amazing place we were going to. Then all of a sudden the big yellow signs appears...Sesame Place! Screaming with joy and laughter, we ran to the gate and our amazing day began. Looking for something to do with the kiddos on a Saturday? Sesame Street is the perfect place to go! The days are long and hot, but the memories are worth it! Even Sesame Places says, “to go before they grow!” The number one parade at Sesame Street is the Neighborhood Street Party Parade. At this parade, guest have the opportunity to experience a lively neighborhood block party. Children and parents get to meet and interact with all the characters: Elmo, Murray, Count Von Count, Bert, Ernie, Abby Cadabby, Zoe, Cookie Monster, Rosita, Big Bird and Telly. According to Sesame …show more content…
Inside, the wall and tables are brightly colored with colors of the rainbow and has an aroma of kiddy food. Parents are able to place an order and find a table for the family to sit. An employee will bring the food to the table for the convenience of fussy children. The kids even get an exciting surprise, when ordering chicken fingers and french fries. Their kiddy meal will come in an Elmo head container, letting them leave with a cool souvenir! After lunch, the time for a dessert from Cookie’s Cafe has come. The furry blue monsters cafe is colored with blue and is cookie- themed everything! This is a little shop you take your daughter and son for a fun treat! Just imagine the kids running around the park with blue mouths, after licking the frosting off of a blue cookie
We were traveling thought all the beautiful places and cities in the country. During our vacation, one day we stopped at a restaurant in a small town. As we were eating, my 16-year-old cousin said to me hurry up, finish your meal and we’ll go play outside. I was a little boy just turned six years. I was excited to go play outside with my cousin, so I was the first one to finish with my meal.
Monsters Eat Whiny Children written and illustrated by Bruce Eric Kaplan is a cautionary book that exposes the consequences for children who excessively whine. The text introduces two children named Henry and Eve who are warned by their day “that monsters eat whiny children” (Kaplan 3). Nonetheless, they continued to whine which led them to be captured by a monster that plans to eat them. The story takes a shift when the monster has difficulty deciding upon the best way to prepare the children. The food preference changes from preparing the children as a salad, grilling them, or making a cake out of them to accommodate the other monsters in the story.
The air hung around them, tensed and quiet. The fragility of her emotion was threatening to shatter. It is as if that time stood still for her. She fingered the brim of her notebook, nervously and took notice of the cup of coffee on her side. Controlling the sudden urged to drown the caffeine all at once; she carefully picked the cup and warily sipped its content. It had long been cold, and her tongue appreciated that fact.
Many of the Popular Parades are named after Greek Gods such as Bacchus, Orpheus, Endymion, and even the African parade, Zulu. Nowadays, the actual Parades are organized mainly of large colorful floats pulled by tractors or Mack trucks. These floats are usually two stories with large statues and decorations, telling the story of each floats theme. Parades also consist of marching bands, ROTC/Color Guards, Radio Stations vehicles, and even policemen. The Krewe of the float are dressed in masks and costumes for their float.
40-30, first serve, match point. As the ball reaches the apex of its trajectory, the muscles in my legs uncoil as I spring up from a crouched position to meet the ball with one fluid motion. The contact feels solid, and I watch as the magnus effect curves the fuzzy yellow ball towards the T. As my opponent reaches futilely towards the perfectly placed serve, I am rushed with excitement and happiness. And then it faded. I was now in the dark, listening to the harsh beep of the alarm clock, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, grasping for the ephemeral feeling of euphoria.
Felicity, is dancing before a sea of people. Felicity, is sharing evidence from a successful gel electrophoresis. Felicity, is acting as the group therapist. Since I first stood aimlessly on stage, staring into the abyss of the crowd for the support of my mom, there remains solely true bliss running through my veins when I hit the stage performing. As time crawled, my stage transformed to a gym floor, a classroom, even areas consumed by awkward silence. I find myself continuously chasing after the adrenaline and confidence that the stage lights provoke within me.
The sound of guns and screams was an unwelcoming and disturbing experience. It began in Afghanistan, an uncontrollable and unorganised society where there tears of sadness and rage was a common occurrence. The nation was beginning to collapse and my mind raced for ideas. I knew that I would have to give up the life that I was supposed to live here in Afghanistan. I had to escape, but how? It did not matter, as what concerned me was how far I was going to travel and how my life would continue on. What would be the outcome? Would life be any different or better? I have a wife and a daughter who cry for a future and as a father, I had to do what's best for my family. My life was on the line.
When we got there, there were already a lot of people there. We parked the car and headed toward the entrance. Kendyll and I really didn’t want to go see all the Disney characters, so Mom and Lindsey bought us tickets to go on the rides. Jared and my mom took us on the rides while Lindsey took the other two kids to see the Disney characters. After awhile, we all met up together to have lunch. After lunch, we all just stayed together. All we really did was walk around Disney World and look at all the characters. Once Anyka and Reidyn got tired, we thought we should probably head back to Jared and Lindsey’s house. We were all tired when we go their house, so we had super and went to
I have only every went to school in Wythe County. I went to elementary school at Jackson Memorial, middle school at Fort Chiswell, and high school at Fort Chiswell. I remember my favorite teacher was Mrs. Odell she was my second grade teacher. Probably my most memorable memory of her and her class was when she used to read to us. The whole class would sit in a circle around her on the carpet in the back corner of the room near the book shelve. The books I remember her reading was The Adventures of Fudge. Another thing that I remember vividly about her was that she was pregnant when I had her. My mom works for the system so my brother and I used to always ride to school with her in the mornings. We were very lucky to
went to sit down on the sofa. A few minuets later my food was ready
On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
It was a hot, cloudless day in the middle of summer. I just finished talking to my mom about going to a friend’s house. I rushed to my room to pack my backpack with clothes, a hairbrush, and a toothbrush. I sat down, waiting for a call from my best friend, Morgan. Finally, the phone rang. I picked it up in a heartbeat, I told her that it was okay if I could go to her house. My dad drove me to her house, and I was greeted by her dog, Keziah and her four horses. When she came out, we both sat down on her hammock and thought about what we wanted to do. We decided to go on a ride. The two of us strolled to the horse pasture and led two horses, Onyx and Moochie, to the hitching post to be brushed. We spent the whole morning getting them clean
It all happened on a sunny day out in the field. I was only six years old at the time and it was the middle of the summer. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It was a tough time for me. Also I learned it is smart to practice before jumping into something.
I walk up the cold steps. My heart beating hard, fast, feeling like it’s about to leap out of my chest.
Once upon a time, I saw the world like I thought everyone should see it, the way I thought the world should be. I saw a place where there were endless trials, where you could try again and again, to do the things that you really meant to do. But it was Jeffy that changed all of that for me. If you break a pencil in half, no matter how much tape you try to put on it, it'll never be the same pencil again. Second chances were always second chances. No matter what you did the next time, the first time would always be there, and you could never erase that. There were so many pencils that I never meant to break, so many things I wish I had never said, wish I had never done. Most of them were small, little things, things that you could try to glue back together, and that would be good enough. Some of them were different though, when you broke the pencil, the lead inside it fell out, and broke too, so that no matter which way you tried to arrange it, they would never fit together and become whole again. Jeff would have thought so too. For he was the one that made me see what the world really was. He made the world into a fairy tale, but only where your happy endings were what you had to make, what you had to become to write the words, happily ever after. But ever since I was three, I remember wishing I knew what the real story was.