Total sensory overload for a three year old. Swirling lights on monstrous rides with screaming children blur through my consciousness. Bedtime was two hours ago but I’m flying high on cotton candy and chiros. Eyes wide open with a huge grin on my face we start the walk home from the church carnival. One hand holds Mom’s fingers while the other desperately clings to a plastic bag. The treasures in the bag are two goldfish we won tossing ping pong balls into tiny bowls. This is awesome! Four years later I’m cheerfully feeding my fish named Tricky and Oscar. I’ve survived day care, getting on the bus for school and even eating my vegetables. None of this kept me from rigorously attending to my fish. Daily feedings and periodic tank cleanings became part of my routine. By the time I was eight, it became apparent that these were not ordinary goldfish. For starters they weren’t dead and flushed after 3 weeks. They had grown tremendously from their minuscule beginnings. Everyone who came to our house became fascinated with Tricky and Oscar. Eventually we had to buy them a bigger tank. …show more content…
Over the next couple years my goldfish proved to be survivors. We’d go on long vacations where the fish went without food or care. When we returned I'd always run to the tank hoping my aquatic friends were still alive. Miraculously every time they would be swimming as if nothing was wrong. One day over the summer before I entered middle school Tricky jumped out of the tank and was flopping around on the kitchen floor. Horrified, I sprang up from my chair, grabbed Tricky, and returned him to his tank. He might have been on the floor for ten seconds but it felt like an eternity to me. It was then that I realized these were not just fish. They were
He teaches the kid what to do in order to successfully reel in a large, beautiful fish. Ironically, the narrator is the one who learns from the kid in the end. At the beginning of the story, everything is described negatively, from the description of the kid as a “lumpy little guy with baggy shorts” to his “stupid-looking ’50s-style wrap-around sunglasses” and “beat-up rod”(152). Through his encounter with the boy, the narrator is able to see life in a different way, most notable from how he describes the caught tarpon as heavy, silvery white, and how it also has beautiful red fins (154). Through the course of the story, the narrator’s pessimistic attitude changes to an optimistic one, and this change reveals how inspiring this exchange between two strangers is. This story as a whole reveals that learning also revolves around interactions between other people, not only between people and their natural surroundings and
“They set a bomb off in the base,” she explained looking terrified. “Then they raided it and made sure that not a single one of us had escaped. I was lucky not to be there when it happened. I am even more lucky that they didn’t hunt me down.” She tipped the motorcycle over and hid it with some brush. “Follow me,” she demanded.
Lobster has become a great delicacy for all occasions. Resembling most other people, I absolutely love lobster! While it is available to me all year round, it is served in so many ways you can’t even imagine. From the many chain restaurants to the high and prestigious diners, it is the flawless food. Not only is lobster appealing and scrumptious, it is also one of the best sources for a low-calorie protein. Broiling a fine lobster until it sprays, fizzles and crusts up in all the right places make it just so delightful that it melts you right in your seat. Grilling a beautiful salmon and noticing the skin becoming so crisp on the grill, while the core slowly turns tender underneath is beautiful, too. Furthermore, many of the troubles in the world can practically be conserved through just a couple flavor-stuffed shrimps, saturated with warm butter.
As we finished packing up our gear and were just about to start to heading back for home I saw something flash through the ferns on the other side of the river. It was hard to make out because whatever it was had kept darting back and forth through the dank, dark shadows that the edge of the forest canopy had created.
There are many different themes to every story. In the case of “Goldfish,” “A visit to Grandmother,” Miguel’s experience, and Aaron’s experience, the main theme is about relationships; however, those themes branch off into their own individual meanings. All these stories portray how our relationship with others can lead us to how we are as a person in the future. These stories all have difficult situations with the members of the story that drive you crazy with suspense, making you want to know what happens next. At the end of each story, it shows how the character turned out to be because of the tragic event they had to endure.
It was an exciting day for me and I didn’t even know what was going to happen. My grandpa came to my house and then he told my brother Luke and I that he was going to take us on a fishing trip to Canada with his friend. We were so excited when he told us I told Grandpa, “This will be the best summer vacation ever!” After he told us we went and got gear like fishing poles, rain suites and food. When we got to the house the morning we were leaving, he showed us a picture of the cabin we would be staying in for the week. It took us a while to pack the car we all packed some of the same foods.
My life intersects with Into The Wild because I never had a good relationship with my mom or stepfather Dan who was 21 years older than my mother. So I “escaped” to Columbia much like Chris did from his own reality. Dan would drink every day; you would rarely see him without a drink in his hand. His drink of choice would be either whiskey or beer depending on what he could afford. You could always tell when he was smashed and when he was I was the person he wanted to tear down with his words the most. I remember one night after my grandma just had surgery and she was staying with us my mom asked me to cook. I told her I would. I then went outside to check what I was grilling and I knew Dan was out there intoxicated.
It was a beautiful summer day when it happened. I was enjoying the fresh air and the amazing view of Walden Pond. The sun was shining and a slight breeze blew across my face. I love standing still and listening to the swishing of the leaves and the soft feet of animals running through the grounds.
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...
When I was a small child, I would always play by the docks on my grandparent's lake. I vividly recall dangling my feet off the docks and having the seaweed softly tickle my toes. Seeing my reflection is the cool dark water made me feel light and giddy, often resulting in me diving head first into the murky lake. It's been several months since I've last been there. My grandfather recently had some heart issues and has been resting in the neighboring hospital, seeing as though the lake house is far out of town. I've offered to help them maintain the house until grandpa recovered, my grandmother was exceedingly grateful. So that brings me here typing this story for whoever willing to read it. Looking out of the sliding glass door that borders
I finished grabbing his lifejacket, toys and the snacks out of the car. I caught up to him just before the dock.
It was Thanksgiving Day, just after 7 O’clock when James sat down at the dinner table to answer some questions. The scent of apple pie and beer was still in the air James is about 6ft tall with dark skin. He has a full head with a white go tee. He was in a white tee with sweats wrapped up in a robe.
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
A black oriental goldfish swims pass me. His black eyes are huge! It's as if someone inflated his eyes. He seem to be a very calm and sad fish- I see another goldfish swim by me. This one is the fattest and most friendly one When the owner would stick the tip of his finger in the water, the fat one would quickly swim to the top and nibble on the finger. Then he'd quickly swim away because what he thought was food was actually the finger.
In conclusion, Marlin’s quest is rewarded and he is reunited with his son. Through the help of unlikely sources like a whale, a turtle, and a pelican, Marlin regains what is most precious in the world to him. These characters played a key role in Marlin’s journey but it is clear that Dory was the most critical to the pending success of Marlin’s pursuit. This fish that forgets what she is doing every five minutes and finds camaraderie in sharks, whales, and jellyfish is the most significant source of help Marlin has. Marlin and Dory’s interactions are the epitome of finding help where it is least expected.