Aileana 2002 As families go, mine was what I thought of as normal – whatever that may mean. We always took our summer family vacations in Durness in the Northwestern Highlands of Scotland. My Seanmhair on my father’s side lives in a converted crofter cottage on the edge of the cliffs above the sea. The cottage is made of the same stone as the low walls near the cottage. I always loved going back each year to my father’s childhood home. The Highlands of Scotland were more than just the 5,333 miles from my home in Woodland Hills a suburb of Los Angeles, California. There were no malls and no traffic, no housing tracts in the Highlands – just the beautiful green cliffs above the sea. Staying at my Seanmhair’s home above the sea was always …show more content…
Adaira spent most of her time in the village with her girlfriends. The summer of my fourteenth birthday, I encountered someone very special. His name was Kendrick, we met by chance. As I was walking along the shore looking out to the rocks beyond the surf, I saw a raft of seals swimming among the towering quartzite pillars. The seals were so sleek and agile as they glided through the waves near the rocks. The seals watched me with big soulful eyes so full of mischief, as I walked along the shore. It made me wish that I had brought my short board from home. The surf here is not as good as up the coast in Thurso which has an awesome right-hand break. Still, it would have been wonderful to just paddle out and sun myself among the seals. On one of my daily hikes, I came across a small sea cave, which in its self is not that big a deal. The area around Durness is known for a big sea cave called Smoo Cave. The cave is the important tourist attraction for this area. The small cave I found is not too far down the beach from my grandmother’s …show more content…
As I was approaching the small sea cave I saw a young man coming from the mouth of the cave. I was ever the friendly So. Cal. surfer type, so I waved hello and said “hey dude what up”. He was tall and lean and very well-built, narrow hips and a broad chest. Talk about a six-pack, he had an eight pack going on, and he took my breath away. Taking my breath away is no easy feat, coming from the area that I live in. You see rock stars and gorgeous hunky actors almost daily. He had dark obsidian eyes and black hair that fell to the middle of his back. I thought he must be in a rock band or something like that. His skin was lightly tanned and wet from swimming in the sea. He had a wonderful smile that showed his perfect bright white teeth. His voice was smooth and almost musical as he said “hello” to
As my family and I sped along the coast, the sour smell of sulfur vents and sea salt pungently gusted through my nostrils. My clothes were damp from the constant spray of seawater. My sense of balance was overcome by the sequential hop from wave to wave and – combined with the
As what Anonymous (2017), families are substantially more distant than gatherings of one self. They have their own particular objectives and desires. They likewise are spots where each youngster and grown-up ought to feel that he or she is extraordinary and be reviving to pursue his or her own particular dreams; a place where everybody's uniqueness is permitted to develop.
Great Wolf Lodge is a great place to take a vacation, but this can be a really expensive trip. They are located all over the United States, but so far, we have only been to the one in Grapevine, Texas and the one in Kansas City, Missouri. We have been several times and from those trips, we have been able to pick up on a few ways to save money. If you want to go, but feel like it is out of your budget there are ways that you can make it work. Use these tips to help you out if you are going to try to take a trip to Great Wolf Lodge on a budget.
In order to think about whether someone’s family is “normal” or not, you would have to consider many factors.“Normal” in what sense of the word?What aspect of the family are we considering the normality?Are we talking about the family’s culture, quality of living, habits, the way that the present themselves, or are we just comparing them to the people next door?Are we talking about the normality of the family at face value or are we asking about the normality of that family which only members of that family have experienced?There are so many definitions of the word “normal.”Finding a definition of the word “normal” depends on the person’s definition of what he or she thinks “normal” means.
I was having a blast, a whole summer being at home with my friends. Until one day I got more that I bargained for.My friend, Caleb, and I were out surfing one day waiting for the tide to start rollin in. Then all of the sudden Caleb as knocked of his board. As I look around all I could see was the icy blue ocean take the appearance of a battle ground. I remember the scream that destroyed my soul. The shaking of the water coming from a man fighting for his life. I remember the words coming out of my mouth “Hey we should go surfing at Buffels bay today, it 's pretty goddamn rad there”. The feeling of guilt that took over my body, along with the fear of what will happen next. I remember the haunting image of a man missing his leg being taken away by the metal angel we call helicopters. A week later Caleb was alive, but was not left untouched like me. He was missing his left leg from the knee down, he was attacked by a great white shark. This was the moment that my life changed. I could never focus on the nightmare inducing screams, but I focused that how incredibly lucky I am to have walked away from this whole event unharmed. I focused on the fact that two months later Caleb was back into the ocean, something I could never
Camping is a fun activity for friends and family, that’s the time where they share their memories, and also make new ones. On the other hand, camping is when people are trying to stay off the rain, and wild animals form attacking them. That’s when camping is a time their lives depends on it. The article “Camping for their lives” by Scott Bransford talk about small and big cities that is over populated with homeless citizens. The article talks about what is happening in the scene, and what they have to face each and everyday order to survive.
I almost fell off a cliff on the side of a mountain. I was in Pitkin, Colorado, on a camping trip during the summer of 2009. The trees were green, the air was fresh so were the lakes, rivers, and ponds were stocked with fish and wildlife was everywhere. Usually, on these camping trips, I would be accompanied by a large number of people. However, this time, it was just my parents, my three brothers, and my two sisters. I was almost 12 years old at the time and having three older brothers made me very competitive. Naturally, when my family decided to climb one of the mountain’s which were around us, I wanted to be the first one to reach its peak.
I was fifteen when it all began; the laughing, taunting, teasing, the confusion. It wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy.
It had been a decade since I camped last, and I recalled it being a jam packed, smokey, noisy family campground. I had only been camping in the “real woods” once, and that was literally decades ago - four of them. And now, Wendy, who is a self-proclaimed Queen-of-the-wilderness, introduced a weekend in the interior of Algonquin Park as one of our - Canadian Destinations.
"Hey, be careful and don't do anything stupid," my dad said to me right before I hopped into Chase Miller's dark blue Chevy S-10 with a camper shell on the back. I looked at Chase and Tyler Becker and said, "Let's go camping." As Chase pushed down the gas pedal, a big cloud of black smoke shot out of the back of the truck and the smell of burning motor oil filled the cab.
Closer and closer to the calm water, I began sinking deeper in the sand. It was comforting, the silence, tranquility, and warmth of the faint sun. There is a slight breeze, warm, but cold and lonely. I could smell the scent of fish blowing through my hair and body. The sun was still fading, slowly but surely the day was almost over. About half of it is gone now. I could see shades of blue, red, purple, and pinkish-yellow. They were mixed with puffy clouds that lined the beginning of the sky and the end of the water. I noticed the darker shades on the bottom of the lower clouds.
there was no possible fishing hole in sight. All I could see was a river
.... It looked like its skin was so smooth and soft. Before I knew what I was doing I put my arm out an inch at a time, until I stroked the shark as it swam less than a foot away from me. I had realized instantly that it was a nurse shark, and it was very calm, which is common in nurse sharks. I noticed the light flickering above me, the other explorers were returning to the boat and I knew it was time to go back to my own familiar world. As I rose to the surface I knew that I would never forget that day, and all the new unusual creatures I saw. That day will stick with me forever, the new experience, the beauty of it all, but the thing I will remember the most is facing my fear. To actually touch one of the strange creatures that was the root of my fear was very invigorating and freeing, even if it was a harmless relative of the real the real man eaters I had feared.
This lukewarm water was deceiving though, because it only seemed lukewarm due to the drop in temperature and misty rainfall. The waves were rushing toward me like a bull to a matador’s red flag. My mouth tasted as if someone dumped a whole shaker of salt on my tongue. The wave pushed my further and faster as it I could feel the wave breaking on my body and there I was back at the shallows again floating in with the white wash and was ready for another wave. As I stood back up and ran back out to the deep water I saw one of my surfing mates catch the most perfect barrel it was rad. It would have been a great snap shot. I caught another wave, this one was even bigger. The thrust of the wave was twisting my body and I was pulled towards the sea
My toes burrowed into the damp sand and I was relieved to realize that the water was warmer than I had expected. As I stood there and breathed in, deeply, the moist salty air, allowing my heart to fill with the vigor of the ocean and releasing the thoughts of the boy from my past with each exhale, a ball hit my feet and a man ran to get it as his friend yelled “you’re welcome!.” Were they trying to get my attention? I thought as I simply walked away avoiding eye contact with the man who collected the ball. I wandered along the water’s border allowing the water to cooly kiss my feet. the water hit my feet. I smiled as I looked at all of the young surfers attempting to catch the two foot waves. I amused myself by pondering what their future would look like and if I was witnessing the start of a surfing legend. I envied their potential, the years they would have to master their art to acquire their dreams, whatever they may be.