The waves were crashing, the sand was wet, the sun was glaring off the water line. This is one of my earliest childhood memories. The ocean has been a part of my childhood and a symbol of my identity for as long as I can remember. The ocean's unknown depths have always scared me, but also have been comforting in so many unfamiliar ways. I was raised, always on the sand staring at the waves crashing. The Pacific Ocean was my playground to splash around in the waves and dig holes to bury myself in. For as long as I can remember, the moment I felt the ocean breeze and the salty water, I was in my own world. I was raised in a family of surfers whose whole lives were surrounded by the time of the day they could go and surf. A moment to forget about …show more content…
I would spend so long trying to make it out past the break and would keep getting pushed back. I would be frustrated and upset but over many years I learned how to stay strong and keep pushing. I grew stronger both physically and mentally and began to make it out to the big waves. Surfing has taught me the importance of how I have to keep pushing and give everything my best and everything good will follow. After all the hard work, I finally enjoyed sitting out in the waves and being truly free. As I got older, I had periods of times where I would surf nonstop rather than stop for weeks at a time. I began to grow up and develop more responsibilities and …show more content…
I went months without surfing or being in the ocean and was in a constant cycle of being busy. I stopped making time for my hobbies and what I truly enjoy in life. I had no outlet for my stress or anything to take my mind off all that was going on in my life. I began to lose sight of what truly mattered in life and also slowly lost a part of myself. One day, I had just gotten off work and was driving along the coast staring at the light bouncing off the water line and the surfers playing in the waves. As I am staring off on the horizon I realise how much I had allowed myself to get consumed by everything crazy in my life and how in all that I lost what truly mattered to me. I pulled over into the pipes parking lot and changed into my shorts and went down to the water. I began to walk down the creaky wooden steps as the ocean breeze hit my face for what felt like the first time. I set my stuff down and walked into the water to go swim in the waves. The second I jumped into the ocean and was floating there, I felt at peace once again. The first time I had truly felt at peace in months and could leave everything behind and just be present in the
I. Developmental Milestone: Birth I was born on April 1st of 1998 in South Bend, Indiana. I was born in Memorial Hospital by Cesarean Section. When I was born, I weighed 8 pounds and 15 ounces. I was 21 inches in length and I was born on time. I did not have any birth weight issues. I was jaundice, though. I was the second and last child to be born. My parents were married when I was born, but they divorced when I was 6 years old. II. Developmental Milestone: Birth-4 years old My mom, dad, and
Introduction: As a young girl I always wondered why my parents weren’t involved with musical and educational development. I would watch as other peers of mine and classmates, year after year were supported by their parents; yet mine were solely providers. I never asked for much because Id gotten accustomed to being told no. I spent most of my time in depression from age 8 until I was 15 years old. As I became a young woman I noticed that I was still underdeveloped and very timid. I was unsure
To Hell With Dying as an Autobiography When reading fiction, one can begin to wonder how much of a gap there is between the story the narrator is telling and the actual events that occurred to make the author decide to write the story. In Alice Walker’s "To Hell With Dying," one could say that this story is basically auto- biographical. Although some people may have thought that "To Hell With Dying" was completely fiction, evidence from the story and other sources suggest otherwise. The love
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Question- In Charles Dickens autobiographical memoir Fragments of an Autobiography what are three chthonic journeys that he faces? In Charles Dickens autobiographical memoir Fragments of an Autobiography he has many chthonic journeys that he never fully recovered from. The essay starts off with Charles Dickens having to work at a blacking warehouse with a pay of six pints at the age of ten or twelve, even though he wants to go to school. His father is in jail due to money problems, which leaves
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lengthy memoir in Yiddish. While she was not a famous person in her time, Gluckel's memoir has been regarded as one of the most important documents for European Jewish history, of the late seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries and the earliest autobiography written by a Jewish woman. Beginning in 1690, Gluckel's diary of a German Jewish widow is addressed to her fourteen children, and is written as an undertaking as a kind of therapy after her husband's death, to get her through her sadness and
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physical pain, and most importantly, figuring out who you are. Lucy had no idea she might die, even though the survival rate for Ewing’s sarcoma was only five percent. She does not present her parents as overly afraid for her life, either. Her autobiography is not a story about the fear of death, but about such courage and anguish. Lucy shows how she falls under the spell of her disability, allowing it to control her life and dictate her future to a greater extent than it would otherwise. Having a
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1. Title: Iacocca, An Autobiography. 2. Author: Lee Iacocca with William Novak. 3. This book is an Autobiography. 4. Publisher: Bantam Books ® 5. Copyright © July 1986 6. Pages: 357 7. Historical Background: His name when he was born was Lido, not really Lee. He changed it when he had to go down South for a sales campaign. He thought that the Southerners would like it better if his name was Lee. It worked fairly well too. Anyway, his father was the first person to arrive in America
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“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that counts, but the life in your years.” Abraham Lincoln. A few days ago, I met up with friends that I haven’t seen in ages. As we shopped and cruised from mall to mall, we reminisced about the good old days, told each other about where we were and what we’re planning to do with life. That day, I realized how much I have accomplished in life, and how much more I aspire to do in the following years. At age nineteen, though the number of years in