When I was a little droplet my mom told me bedtime stories about the brave drops that lived above ground and went through a thing she called “The Water Cycle”. I still remember some of the tales she told of the drops sacrificing themselves for the good of the city above us. Some of the things she said were so crazy that I couldn’t believe it. How could anyone be digested by an organism to keep the organism alive? It seemed so ridiculous. I didn’t understand how a bunch of drops could get together and basically run the world. Every night when I heard a new story, it made me want to go out into the world and do something amazing. Of course, every time my mom told me that I wasn’t allowed to until I grew up. I grumbled about it and she told me that I was stuck with her until I became a drop. That was the problem, I was literally stuck there with my family because I was frozen solid. I was upset about being frozen too but mom always told me that someday I would melt and could find my out to the surface so I wasn’t groundwater anymore. She was completely right too! One day I finally melted into water and I was ready to go out into the world. She told me to be very careful and to come back …show more content…
It didn’t take me that long to melt and I quickly returned back to the river to find my way, hopefully, back to my family or at least back underground. I found the tunnel back underground after a lot of careful searching. I quickly went down the tunnel, anxious at what I was going to find. When I got to the place I knew my family lived I slowly peeked my head inside. There my family was! I was so happy to see them again and I rushed into the house. They greeted me warmly and I told them what happened to me. My mom made me stay in my bed for days before I was allowed to do anything. I didn’t care though, I was just happy that I was finally
Surprisingly, our parents had beaten us to the top and we all stopped in awe, mesmerized by the great waterfall in front of us. My mouth felt like the Sahara desert. I vividly remember reaching for the chilling water bottle that hid underneath the tons of clothes stuffed in my father’s black backpack to quench my thirst. I took off my beaten down shoes and stinky socks covered in dirt from the trail and blood from the blisters on my feet and dove into the refreshing lake. After swimming through the lake for a few seconds, I abruptly jumped out of the freezing water. My toes turned into a blue that reminded me of the blueberry muffins from breakfast that morning. My body shivered as I exited the lake and threw on a warm towel over my shoulders. Gradually my body heat increased, escaping the risk of hypothermia. At that point, I just wanted to go home. My family and I gathered all our belongings and I dragged my energyless body into the large, gray shuttle. The shuttle smelled of sweat from previous passengers. It drove us down a rough, bumpy trail, causing my tall father to constantly slam his head on the roof of the car. After we finally got back to our hotel, we all let off a sigh of
You know the feeling when everything’s perfect, and suddenly your heart just stops? The 1 hour 48 minute drive to Lake Ontario was just like any other. Movie playing, siblings arguing, music blasting. My family hosts our annual 4th of July party up by Cape Vincent. With the warm air filled with the scent of the grill, and the sounds of laughter and music,that weekend was turning out to be just like the rest. Or at least that’s what we thought. 1311 Failing Shores Lane was never quiet during any of the previous events, but for some reason a dead silence draped over the lot.
I was one of the first people to jump into my inflatable duckie, but I was one of the last to get on the river. Once I launched into the river I looked all around me to see the shores covered in pointy trees that were trying to impale anyone who dared go near them. Out of nowhere I hit a rock under the waves, but it was too late and I lost all control of my boat and fell face first into the river. After hitting the water I realized really how cold and dark the water was I started to try to swim to the surface, but it felt like I had cinder blocks attached to my feet weighing me down. SPLASH, I got to the surface in time to grab my slippery oar and jumped onto my boat. I was shaking from the cold water, and had a taste of salty muggy water in my mouth, which I was desperately trying to get out. I quickly paddled in my boat to get back to the group so I wouldn’t be left behind. While paddling I was looking all around at the massive evergreen trees standing on the shore as if they were columns of a old building, the sky as a large blue ocean, and the birds chirping as if they were fans in the stadium at a football game. Breaking the tranquility of the moment was one of the people in the group with me yelping as they fell off their boat down a cold two foot drop in the
It was hurricane season. I didn't even know until I saw the weather report the week before. “Hurricane Michael raging on the East Coast. Hurricane Paula strikes Alabama,” the weatherman said. It didn't faze me. “It happens every year,” I thought. Never did I think that this would affect me in the small town of Center, Texas. In the middle of September, the day felt strange. Then, a friend called me from San Augustine. “It's coming!” she shrieked. I was very confused. “The hurricane! You need to get ready!” I replied slowly and hung up. Scared to death, I started to get ready for the disaster coming towards us.
“Hey kids come on get in!” My dad yelled across the parking lot. Reilly, Olivia and I were going camping with our dads just for the weekend. We got in the car and began our 2 hour drive to Hocking Hills. It was a boring drive, and we were cramped in the back with all of the camping gear, tents, food, clothes, bedding. Eventually we got to the campground and set up our tents. It was a nice cozy little area. We had woods all around us except in front of us where the car was. Reilly, Olivia and my tent was in the middle of our dads’ tents. After we had everything set up we did some exploring in the woods. We didn’t know what secrets it held.
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.
As I close my eye and hear nothing but the world, I also heard water dripping from the bathroom. Not only dripping water but water rushing as if someone put it on slowly. I didn't want to hear it anyone so I cover my ears quick trying to forget what I just hear. Shortly after I don't hear the water anymore but only my auntie walking around cooking in the kitchen. I got up and walk to the kitchen finding so yummy food, but sadly I have to walk past the bathroom. I didn't want to go near it or look in it. I want to used the door that connect the bedroom and the kitchen, but my auntie don't let. After breakfast, my mom came and pick my sister and me up to go back home. On our way home, lee told my mom about what she saw last night. Lee told my
Immediately, I angled my position and went for a dead sprint toward the water. I jumped off the cliff. I never felt anything like it; the trajectory had me flying through the air for longer than I expected. A surge of adrenaline pulsed through my body, bringing a new sense of life to me. The scorching heat went away as gravity pulled my body toward the water, bringing me a pleasant breeze through my fall. Then, I finally hit the water. I didn’t stick a solid landing, as I went head first into the water. I panicked and opened my eyes under the murky water, only to see nothing but dirt and sediments float around me. I kept sinking and saw a monstrous fish swim right in front of my face. At that very moment, my body went into overdrive, and I managed to project myself back up to the surface.
I was dropped off at the top, I would meet me dad at the parking lot at the bottom. As I started skiing, I decided to go far left, where there was few tracks. I was instantly met by deep snow and a very steep chute. I dropped into the chute, but
I was fifteen when it all began; the laughing, taunting, teasing, the confusion. It wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy.
You both continued on your path, running into more dogs and blue attacks as you went. Heck, you even ran into Papyrus a few times and an Ice Cream stand! Well, NiceCream, but it still tasted like Ice Cream. Ya, it was freezing, but boy did it warm your heart! That’s how the sale’s guy put it at least. You were really starting to like the underground.
Mornings, after several days of rain, my entire world smells so fresh and clean and all the leaves are a vibrant green. As I walked this morning under cloudy overcast skies, I glanced up and much to my surprise there was a beautiful rainbow in all is magnificent glory stretching across the horizon. No, not one but two! Now that is something to see.
Have you ever had a moment in time that seems like minutes or hours even though it was only a few seconds? Have you ever seen everything before you play out in slow motion, where you are aware of everything around you, yet not knowing what was going on? I have, and as I look back on it, I feel very blessed and protected. On December 22, 01, I decided to take a little swim in our swimming pool and almost drowned. I still can remember it like yesterday. This incident almost cost me my life,
The excitement that filled my mind was incomprehensible to any person who has never experienced this for them self. The trip up to the house was only an hour but it felt like three or four. Snow would fall on the windshield, then be wiped away by the windshield wipers as we were driving, and every five minutes my mother would scream, “Watch out, Jeff,” as she would grab the handle on the door. As we pass through the tollbooth at exit 9, my Dad threw the change in the container. From the ting, ting, ting, sound the change made, I knew that we were close. “Only twenty more minutes,” he would say, then right after my Mom would say, “Yeah, more like ten the way he’s driving.” Finally, we would make the right hand turn into the resort and drive up the hill. About half way I would get a feeling in my stomach not the feeling you get when your nervous, the one you get when your excited. With the first step out of the car onto the frozen ground the snow would crackle beneath my feet. Sometimes I would get a little in my shoe right between my sock and my pants.
We finish what we start. This was the motto that kept me going during the strenuous training period for a marathon. But prior to that, I must confess, I wasn’t an athlete. I was never interested in playing sports, except for recreational badminton. During gym class, I would walk three quarters of the time when it time for the dreaded mile run. I preferred staying indoors and sitting on the couch and watch movies. The first time I had heard about a marathon training program, called Dreamfar, in my school, I thought to myself, what kind of crazy person would want to run a marathon? Never did I realize, eight months later, I would be that crazy person.