“Moving again?!” I exclaimed. My mom had announced this at the end of the month of February. Throughout my fourteen years of life, I could not keep count with my fingers of how many times we have moved. On the other hand, I understood her decision to move from Birch Bay to Bellingham. Besides, my brother and I were going to school there and all our friends were there, too. Not to mention the drastic change in our family’s way of life, after a couple of months of hauling us from one place to another, on top of my mom working a full-time job, everything was way harder for her especially now that she is a single parent. One late night during one of our many hauls to home, I was suddenly awakened from an emergency maneuver my mom made to save us from a horrible accident. She had fallen asleep behind the wheel! Thankfully, she had awakened right before our car hit the guard rail off the road. This was a rude awakening for her and made her realize that it was necessary for us to move back to Bellingham.
This house that we had moved in was one of the best places that we had ever lived in. Many hilarious memories took place there, one of which was when I fell off the trampoline. I remember it as if it was just like yesterday; it was a hot and sunny summer day. I just got home from hanging out at the lake with my friends, Renata and Elle. We decided to continue to enjoy our afternoon by doing stunts on the trampoline. Renata and I were trying to master our skills in landing a perfect handspring, but we were very excited and really hyper. I did one really fast; unfortunately, the fast speed made it difficult for me to keep myself balanced. I took a step back to keep myself from completely falling off the trampoline, but ther...
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... ended with waking up the whole household. And….nope! We absolutely did not tell my Mom that we were trying to sneak out. Oh, my word! We did not want to be grounded. Another comical happening that I would always look back and perhaps tell my children about, but not when they become teenagers, but when they are grown-ups.
Well, guess what? In a short time of seven months of living in this house, we have had to move to another house. Although I had truly enjoyed living in this house, life is such that we had to set forth. Our current residence is totally different from this place. I believe that my best friend, Renata and I are going to be writing more unforgettable and comical history in this place. Besides, I now presently live across her house. How much more fun is that! I could hardly wait to discover what lies ahead in this present residence.
She picked a seat in the way back, away from all the people. She silently stared out the window making a quiet list inside her head of all the things she had forgotten and all the people she remembered. Tears silently slid down her face as she remembered her aunt crying and cousins afraid of the dark in their house. She couldn’t do it anymore. It was the best for everyone she thought. Deep down though she knew how hard it would be for everyone to find out she was leaving. From her family’s tears, to the lady in the grocery store who was always so kind and remembered her name. She also knew how
Mr. Shiftlet continued driving down the road, on his way to see his mother in Mobile, Alabama. The rain was pouring and all he could hear is the pelting on his windshield. His mind was heavy, the questions kept swirling in his head, “Why am I going to Mobile?”, “What has my mother ever done for me in the last few years?”, “Why don’t I just let her die of polio like she let my father do?”
As Monday morning rolled along, Molly gathered all her stuff at the door and yelled for her parents to hurry or she’d be late to catch the bus at school. With all her things stacked in the trunk of the car, her dad could hardly see past her purple suitcase in the rearview mirror, yet that didn't stop him from driving. When Molly and her family pulled up to the parking lot, it was packed with other seniors and their families, they had to park at the back near the entrance gate which was farther away from the bus she needed to go
I spent the first twelve years of my life in a small town in Delaware, where I imagined I would always stay. Life in Delaware was not perfect but it was ideal for our family. Growing up in that small town made me accustomed to consistency, secureness, and a reliance on close family and friends. Whether it was because of my age or not, I never realized how blessed I was to have grown up in Bear, Delaware. That was until my dad accepted a promotion in the Midwest the winter of sixth grade. The idea of change shocked me, as it would for any other twelve year old unaware that people move from where they are from.
The house was quiet and peaceful on a pebbled street, the moving trucks pulled up as Clara followed. She stepped out of her car and looked at the house thinking of how this is a fresh start in her life. “Its perfect” she said with a smile on her face. As the movers pushed open the trailer door Clara walked through the white picket fence gate on to the pebbled path and felt the feeling that she was safe, she whispered to herself “Home”.
The drive was long, but after some time we arrived at our new home, an apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. Our arrival and subsequent move-in was met with strange looks and whispers. It's not quite a feeling of hostility, yet my family felt slightly unwelcome. The following day, mom had two plans. The first plan was to finish her transfer to a new workplace, and the second was for my placement at a local school. The next day had arrived, and she left me at home with father. Hours later she had finished working out the details of her job and she had finally managed to place me in a school, Wolf-Ever elementary and high school. Classes for the children were to begin that Monday.
Moving far away from family and friends can be tough on a child at a young age. It has its pros and cons. One learns how to deal with moving away from the people they love and also learn how to deal with adjusting to new ways of life. Everything seems so different and at a young age one feels like they have just left the whole world behind them. That was an experience that changed my life as a person. It taught me how to deal with change and how to adjust. It developed me from a young boy into a mature young man.
The first and only time that my family moved, I was three-years-old. My parents bought a new house about four blocks away from our previous house. However, the new house was still being built, so my family moved in with my maternal grandmother – who lives about thirty minutes away – until the construction was completed a year later. Even though I was really young while we lived with my grandmother, some of my favorite childhood memories come from that year. My grandma’s house is a ten minute walk from the beach; a walk we would make at least once every
“What should I do? Maybe if I tell them I really don’t want to move to California they’ll change their minds? Maybe it’s too late to change minds since we're already here? Why did we have to move so far?” All these thoughts were popping through my head as I stepped onto the plane, “We’re we really doing this? Were we moving to California?” I keep on thinking about all these things. “What was gonna happen tomorrow at school?” My thoughts were like a highway. The cars were each of my thoughts and the cars were zooming by me over and over again. All I think about is what lies ahead. Tomorrow was my first day at school and I felt like I was gonna puke.
Then my mom pulled in and went inside and smelled popcorn and saw the popcorn on the floor and she came outside to yell at me. I got in trouble and then we ate dinner.
As my family piled into our car for our four-hour drive, I sincerely hoped my brothers wouldn’t ruin the best chance that we’ve had in a long time. They were already arguing about who got what video game, and were not making my mom and dad feel any better about going. We were going to Illinois, to Chicago, to be even more specific. Chicago was the city I’d been dreaming about visiting for a long time. (Well, that and New York.) I could not believe that my parents were getting out of their comfort zone and taking us to a big city.
Here goes nothing, I thought. I jumped up, I tucked, but then when I flipped it felt too slow as I was going through the motions, Seriously Morgan?! I was so upset. At least try not to smash your head open. I felt the pressure of my body going down I untucked myself. BOOM! At first I thought it was my knees but no, my feet hit the trampoline. I straightened up preparing myself to fall back. Still I didn’t. I stuck my landing.
One day when I was in 3rd grade at recess while all the kids played and jumped round I was focusing on balancing so I could be a cheerleader next year . Me and my friend Ashley walked on the curb of the sidewalks while trying to balance , our teacher watched us focus so hard, being so small it was easy to balance because I didn't hold so much weight . I remember trying with one foot and almost making it to the end until I got tripped , I fell straight onto my knees on the hard concrete. You know when something happens so quick you don't feel the pain immediately, you usually feel it when someone starts to point it out , I didn't know I busted my knee with all the adrenaline rushing through my body until everyone on the playground started screaming
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
After three hours we arrived at our first break stop. We stopped at a section that was on top of the waterfall. The view was amazing and spectacular because we had never seen anything like this. As we continued our hike after several more break stops, and nine more hours of hiking, we finally arrived at the top of El Capitan. Once we got to the top the view was amazing. We could not imagine how beautiful it was up there on top of the world. After about half an hour we started heading back down, when all of a sudden out of no where I felt someone push me out of the way. A man that was in a hurry to get back down pushed me so hard, that I lost my balance and fell of a twenty foot cliff. At that moment in time I could see flashbacks of my life. After a couple seconds of falling I somehow landed between two rocks which shattered my right foot. After that happen every one that was there tried to get help but unfortunately cell phones do not work in Yosemite, but the man that pushed me over the cliff had a walky-talky and he called for help.