Always keep memories, because sometimes they go away, so that’s why I’m telling you about my top five memories.
The Time I my Cousin and I go parasailing
It was a sunny day in Florida, the boat ride out to the parasailing boat was calm. Two red snappers lay on the floor of the first boat. The driver of the first boat said they just hop up on the boat randomly when he’s driving. I had a nervous feeling in my stomach, because earlier my cousin said we should go parasailing, and I didn’t actually think we were going to go. So when we got on to the second boat our driver started taking us out farther, and the photographer started taking pictures of my family. The photographer/parasail guy told us what to if something went wrong, and he was telling us that my cousin Kasey and I would be fine. Then he strapped Kasey and I up, all I hear at that moment is waves crashing against the boat and buckles
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BOOM! The deer had jumped about two feet in the air, then took off running, the next thing we did was look for the deer. We found it hiding in a creek, which made it harder to get out of the woods, we were dragging and dragging till we got to the field and Joe got his truck. Then we went back to my uncle’s house and I took a nap and when I woke up all my family was over eating the deer.
The time the Cardinals won the World Series
The Cardinals were down in the sixth and David Frees blasted a homerun, to tie it up. Then some innings later some other guy on the Cardinals blasted a homerun, to give the Cardinals the lead. When it finally got to the ninth inning a guy on the Rangers hit a pop fly and one of our guys was there to catch it, that was the World Series.
There was confetti flying everywhere in Busch Stadium.
There was players smiling and my family was smiling. Then my dad lit a bunch of fireworks. Then the next thing I knew there was a cop car rolling down the street.
The time I caught the competition winning
The umpire awards first base to jones, Clendenon follows with a 2-run home run and the mets win the World Series. What a way to win! Moving on to the 70’s. My father says he wishes he could forget what happened in the 70’s to the mets. 8 of the 10 seasons were losing ones.
Paul Minor was on the mound, there was one out and a runner on first. It was then that Musial smacked a double down the right field line that was clearly fair. Lee Ballant, the first base umpire, called the ball a foul. The Cardinals players rushed the field and Solly Hemus and Eddie Stanky were both thrown out of the game.
I was more than ready for the lacrosse game to begin, we were playing our biggest rival and the most physical team in our whole division. We were pumped, the air horn rang for the games to begin and they did. It was apparent that we were coming out on top, we scored three goals in under six minutes. We kept this up until the air horn blew to indicate half time and we were up by four. Soon enough I was back under the heat of the sun playing. Time was ticking down and we were only ahead by a one goal margin. Somehow, I got the ball all the way down and ready to shoot. In a blink of an eye, a girl swung her lacrosse stick, missing my stick, instead hitting my head. Rather than being escorted off the field because I was hit, I continued playing; this was a bad move on me.
After an hour and forty five minute drive I was home. I still had over two hours of prime hunting left. I saw several deer that afternoon but they were all too far away for a shot. Just before dark I had a doe come in to about 125 yards away. Knowing that there was little chance that I could hit the deer I took a shot. Sure enough It was a clean miss. Disappointed I hopped back in my car and headed back to East Lansing. The next day I got up at five in the morning and headed to Muskegon. The next Tuesday my roommate and I decided to try are luck again. My roommate and I went to high school together and we had always been hunting partners. I had a class at one o'clock that day so we could only hunt till eleven that morning. We were in the field a half hour before light. I was optimistic that I could get a descent shot off that morning.
I myself remember that game, I was in my living room with my family watching the game, and David Justice hit a solo home run, the only run of the game. Tom Glavine pitched a great game, I remember being so excited when they won.
It was a warm rainy June night the humidity was high which made it even harder to breathe on the crammed boat. My family was asleep on the constantly rocking boat suddenly the boat shook, but my family was still fast asleep. I couldn’t seem to fall asleep so I got up and stepped out on the cold wet steel boats upper deck to get some air. When I got outside I realized that it was pouring bucket sized rain. I saw increasingly large waves crash furiously against the lower deck. Hard water droplets pelted my face, I could taste the salt water in my mouth from the spray of the ocean. Suddenly A massive wave slammed hard against the ship and almost swallowed the boat. Wind gusts started kicking up. I held onto the rail grasping it as if it were my prized possession. Suddenly I was blown
The 1978 World Series turned out to be an unexpected repeat of the previous year’s battle between the New York Yankees and the Los Angeles Dodgers. During the 1977 six-game series the two teams traded shifting momentum.
October 15th, 1988, at Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles, California. Kirk Gibson of the Los Angeles Dodgers limps to the plate, walking on two severely injured legs, Gibson sets in as a pinch hitter in the bottom of the ninth inning in game one of the 1988 World Series. The home team Dodgers trailing 4-3 to the Oakland Athletics, with two outs and Gibson the final hope for the Dodgers. The pitcher for the Athletics, Dennis Eckersley throws Gibson a Slider, Gibson swings and hits the game wining two run home run. The legendary Hall of Fame announcer Vin Scully poetically states, "In a year of the improbable, the impossible has happened." The Dodgers win and the stadium, as well as most of Los Angeles, is raucous and wild with excitement. Some residents of Los Angeles did not celebrate with the city, they do not ever cheer for the Dodgers, nor will they ever go back to Dodger Stadium. To these residents Dodger Stadium will always be Chavez Ravine, and to them the improbable an impossible has already happen decades earlier.
On November 1, the team won its first championship ever. They beat the Los Angeles Dodgers. The score was 5 to 1. They won in Game 7, the deciding game.
That thing was probably the most horrible thing I have ever seen. I have never been in contact with such a space consuming thing. It moved with a lack of elegance and fluidity. Snowboarders are probably the most annoying people on the earth. Don’t we have enough board related sports? Who had even invented the art of snowboarding? I had first learned to ski at the age of six, and had never even thought of learning how to snowboard. I was even annoyed at other snowboarder’s presence on the slopes and their laid back way of life. All I knew was skiing, and I loved it. When I asked my family what they thought about my skiing they said that I had a certain unique touch to it. Ever since I had learned how to ski, I had just wanted to get better and I was
All we had to do was beat a team we had beat numerous times before and then we would be in the finals. Easy right? So we thought. Going into that game I did not expect to feel the heartbreak that I did when it ended. Finally, game day had arrived; in the first inning, things seemed to be going as planned, we were up five or six runs. By the fourth inning, we were down nine to five and it only went downhill from there. My heart started to ache and the feeling of frustration flew through my body. As the ninth inning rolled around we were still losing and we could not get it
The fifth inning they went up on us three runs, and after that we returned scored one run. The following inning they added another run to the board then we struck back with a run. At that point the last inning came and we got three outs on them and we came fixing to make something happen. Our first runner got on base with a walk then the following hitter hit it into a double play. At that point our next runner gets on base with a single, and I come up and get a three-two count and I battle off another strike, then I see a curveball off the pitchers hand and I swing as hard as I could. At that point, "bam" went the ball down the first base line to the fence. Our lead runner comes in for a score and as im passing second I look back to where the ball was and the ball was getting thrown in. Sliding into third I hear the third baseman catch the ball, in a split second I slide off the base and he puts a tag on me for the ball game.
A softball game on a hot summer day. My family was going to my dad’s softball game. Today was the championship playoffs. If his team won their first game, they would go on to their second game where they would go up against the, Mighty Mounds of Clay. Their name is weird, the way the play is weird and the fans cheering them on are weird. Though I don’t remember much, I can remember everything that happened before I woke up with a bright light in my eyes.
Swimming has been my whole life, since I jumped into the pool for the very first time. I loved every aspect of swimming from the adrenaline running through my body during my races and getting to spend even more time with my friends and my sister, and the stress of big meets coming up in the schedule. Except everything didn't go according to plan after the first day of school when I got home and I saw my parents sitting by my sister on the coach and my sister was crying.
My mom and I arrived at my great aunt’s house in Ely, Nevada at around dinnertime. We both decided it was time to get some sleep due to our long drive. My mom had asked me to wake her up if my dad did not call or arrive by midnight. She was obviously very tired from driving and I had slept most of the way anyways. I could tell my mom was very worried about my dad because he was traveling on his Harley Davidson, and the roads were dangerous. My innocent ten-year-old mind did not think anything bad could happen,