I will never forget the evening of the rooftop--the evening I was christened "brave roof climber."
For some time my older, more adventurous sister had been begging Father to let us go to the roof. He would not even be bothered by helping us to erect a ladder--the juniper tree next to the house would suffice! It was positioned at such a tempting angle, with its long, inviting branches just scraping the top of the roof. One particular evening Father said that we could go; this, much to Mother's chagrin! She had her motherly concerns to be dealt with; perhaps we would get scratched by the branches or fall off the roof; or, even worse, miss a branch entirely and have a very dramatic, Pollyanna-esque scene. And then, there were the shingle granules to be dealt with-- blast those wretched granules! Mother would admonish us to not let any of the granules come off of the new roof--maybe we should just forget about the whole thing and stay on solid ground.
Luckily, fathers always keep a memento of youth and adventure in their pocket and are more sympathetic to amateur juniper-tree -climbers at night.
I never would have been able to do it without Adrienne. Adrienne, what a girl! She always got into the most scrapes of any of we four girls. She was always insistent to tread "the path not taken". Even if that path led to scrapes and bruises, scolding and reproofs, gashes and rips in her clothes (that were then never handed down to me), ridicule and laughter, or come what may! She had her mark yet to make in this world. She would be a fashion designer, a novelist and poet, an explorer of the Australian outback, a gourmet chef! She always thought of putting the strangest combinations together! She used to dunk her animal crackers in red "Kool-aid," and try to convince me that the mixture of soap with one's toothpaste was the surest way for a brilliant "Colgate" smile. I believed her. Sometimes I wonder what that says about the kind of kid I was. However, she was my big sister, and I looked up to her.
I didn't always agree with her though! For example, I would never plough through into the great unknown of beyond without thinking of the consequences! In any pair, surely there must be the cool-headed, sensible one who tries desperately to keep the other in line.
was no longer alone. She had friends to love her and guide her to the next
My sister is the individual I go to when I require somebody to converse with, the person who is dependably there and recognizes what to say. My more established sister has affected who I am by showing me the estimation of pride and diligent work and like whatever other more seasoned sister she has been a good example. She would wear something blue so there I was attempting to discover something near to that shading and style; even thought she would get distraught. I grew up seeing her desire for mulling over and buckling down. This taught me that through diligent work anything is
up with her and loved her like a mother. She also plays a crucial role
And it’s all thanks to my mother that I turned out the way I did. I wouldn’t have survived my younger years, both physically and mentally without her unwavering support and love. These situations have taught me more than I would have thought as a child. Even with the absence of a father for virtually all of my life, I would be confident in my abilities to provide everything I could to my children. I know from experience what is missing when there’s no father figure, and I would put my all into giving them everything that was missing from my life.
I stumbled onto the porch and hear the decrepit wooden planks creak beneath my feet. The cabin had aged and had succumb to the power of the prime mover in its neglected state. Kudzu vines ran along the structure, strangling the the cedar pillars that held the roof above the porch. One side of the debacle had been defeated by the ensnarement and slouched toward the earth. However, the somber structure survives in spite. It contests sanguine in the grip of the strangling savage. But the master shall prevail and the slave will fall. It will one day be devoured and its remains, buried by its master, never to be unearthed, misinterpreted as a ridge rather than a
The Gazebo was once white, but after many battles with the weather, had turned into a light shade of tan. During the summer the surrounding mulberry trees would be laden with ripe, succulent fruit. The sweet juice from the berries stained everything a deep indigo, from hands of children to the young, dewy grass carpeting the ground beneath the trees. Their sepia branches stretched upwards trying to reach the clouds as the sea of leaves whispered in the gentle breeze. Children climbed the trees as if they were a natural jungle gym, easily swinging from one thick branch to another, while below these broad limbs, adults watched their children vigilantly, making sure if one fell they would not hurt themselves on the unforgiving ground only a few
Sky High (2005) directed by Mike Mitchell is both an entertaining and creative take on an epic hero film. The film follows the basic epic hero story structure with a hero and supervillain and centers around a young teenage boy, “Will Stronghold,” who lives in a generation of superheros and sidekicks. Will attempts to develop his powers, which is a huge deal for him because his dad has super strength and his mom can fly. He faces the challenge of choosing to be popular or remaining loyal to his true sidekicks. Along the way, as a result of his newfound popularity in the hero group, Will eventually realizes what a horrible companion he has been to his friends. Will falls for a girl in the hero group, Gwen Grayson, who turns out to be a supervillain. The epic
In the same way, we both have great loving parents who cared for us throughout our life. She told me about her childhood, which consisted of many love and care from her family. Her aunt was a very great role model to her. She was a teacher, but was a woman who inspired her, her whole life. Chelsie was a very bad test taker which was the biggest obstacle during her college years. Therefore, she began to study and concentrate more in what she was doing so that made her change into a great test
Being the oldest of my two sisters and 42 cousins had automatically made me a role model. I took this role seriously growing up in Los Angeles. It wasn’t easy growing up in such a dangerous environment. My dad worked especially hard to move us out and
An auburn maple tree prepared for the frigid fall and the dawn of a hostile winter. Out of nowhere, a rapid air-stream barreled into the park where the tree lived, pilfering the timber’s first tangerine leaf. The petite leaf blissfully embarked on an escapade with the expeditious draft, taken aback by the bewitching view of all the color-changing trees in the recreational area. As it traveled, the tangerine leaf moved above school children in the immense playing field romping in heaps of autumn leaves resembling it. The kids were giggling and jovial while they played in the enormous piles filled with other leaves.
She was the one who showed me all of the nice things you could see if you looked at things a certain way, she taught me how to laugh and how to be a kind and understanding person and when I was younger I thought she was the best that she could do no wrong but everyone does make mistakes and she also showed me that it was okay to make them and by making mistakes you learn what not to do next time.
With stress on my mind and a cookie in my hand, I headed towards the wooded area behind her home. At the beginning of the trail, there was an old rotting tire swing barely hanging onto a low-hanging branch. The extensive amount of muddy puddles and the surrounding damp grass made me hesitant to follow through with my grandmother’s suggestion; the mountain of homework that waited for me back at home convinced me to continue. Trees towered over me, adding to the existing weight of stress that sat upon my shoulders, as I carefully maneuvered around the biggest puddles, beginning to become frustrated. Today was a terrible day to go for a walk, so why would my grandmother suggest this? Shaking my head in frustration, I pushed forward. The trail was slightly overgrown. Sharp weeds stabbed my sides every few steps, and I nearly tripped over a fallen tree branch. As the creek barely came into view, I could feel the humidity making my hair curly and stick to the sides of my face. After stopping to roll up the ends of my worn blue jeans, I neared the end of the trail. Bright sunlight peeked through the branches and reflected off the water. The sun must have come out from behind a cloud, seeing as it now blinded me as I neared the water. A few minutes passed by before I could clearly see
taught me how to be a friend and what I have seen in her is what I have looked
Ever since I can remember, my big sister Barbara has been my heroine, my role model and, when needed, my substitute mother. She's beautiful, sweet, intelligent, funny and loving. Whatever she did I wanted to do, and consciously or not I emulated her: from choices in men (she favored creative types: photographers, filmmakers and writers for her; writers and musicians for me), personal style (though my Afro was never a big as hers), taste in music and even career choices.
My sister is important to me in a numerous amount of ways. She has taught me to be truthful, kind and to never loose faith. Through her I’ve learned to have self-confidence in all that I do or I won’t limit to half of the things I am capable of. I am very thankful that she is a part of me because I know without her I wouldn’t be who I am today. She has helped mold me into the person I have become. I learn from her that making good choices is one of the most important things in life, no matter the situation. Every moment I have with ...