The Bubble Incident The car finally comes to a halt in the driveway where we had just come from a birthday party. Bubbles and I have waited for what seemed like eternity to get home so that we could play in the “Tree of Life”, which is the colossal tree in my backyard. Bubbles and I were introduced at a birthday party and we became friends right away. I just do not cognizance her real name so I call her Bubbles. Anyway, we ran through the house to the backyard. On the way Bubbles proclaims , “ I can’t wait to see the “Tree of Life”. While opening the back door and I answered,”Tada!!! Behold the Tree of Life.” There stood the “Tree of life” with the sun reflecting off it’s deep green leaves and it’s branches sturdy and strong. Staring in awe for a couple of second, Bubbles eventually said, “Wow! It’s so….Majestic.” I said,” I know, right,” as I beam at the tree. We race to the tree, but before we get on to climb it Bubbles taps me on the shoulder and whispers,”I’m not sure I can do this,” as she looks up at the giant tree above her. “I will help you and if you fall I will catch you,” I said. So we climbed up the tree fairly easy. Although there was few small slips here and there and was a bit wobbly, …show more content…
Every once in awhile we would compliment each other or tease each other. Of course she won like usual nevertheless all of the effort put into the game. After she won, she shouted,” Ha!! I still am the champion!!” Then she started singing at the top of her lungs interrupting the birds sing,” I am the Champion my friend!!! I am the Champion my friend!!!”. Not knowing any more of the song, she kept singing that identical verse anew. Subsequently, I said,” Okay, Okay. You win. I admit it,”while trying not to laugh and to look serious. Always she has had a knack for blowing bubbles and probably will forever. Moreover to how hard my efforts are. That is ultimately why I started calling her
It was a spring afternoon in West Florida. Janie had spent most of the day under a blossoming pear tree in the back-yard. She had been spending every minute that she could steal from her chores under that tree for the last three days. That was to say, ever since the first tiny bloom had opened. It had called her to come and gaze on a mystery. From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds; from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom. It stirred her tremendously. How? Why? It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again.
“First time?” shouted a worker at the loading dock about two feet away from me. I nodded my frosty white head yes. “Well good luck kid, this one's tough, but I bet you can make it.” He said pointing at the mountain.
The ball comes speeding over the net and slams down onto the face of the court landing just beyond the base line, the line running along the back of the court. I had called her winning point... "out." As I turned towards her, I could see the anger building in her eyes. We walked towards each other, and with only the net separating us, she began to confront me. She argued that, as she saw it, the ball was obviously in and that we should replay the point. I wanted this game as much as she did and we were both standing strong. I finally decided that there was no use in fighting. We had to resolve this argument between ourselves because there were no line judges to decide for us. We decided to replay the point and she won. I tried to convince myself that there would be times when a call would be questionable and that I should try not to point fingers. I still went home discouraged that night because I knew that the call I had made was fair.
It had called her to come and gaze at a mystery. From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom. It stirred her tremendously" (10). Gazing across the garden, Janie "was seeking confirmation of the voice and vision, and everywhere she found and acknowledged answers. [she longed] to be a pear tree - any tree in bloom!...
It may be difficult to understand how the Odyssey, a 2,700 year old epic poem about gods and monsters, could ever symbolize life today. The Odyssey does, however, parallel to a journey of life because of the decisions made by Odysseus and decisions I will make as well as the trials he endured and the challenges I will face. Some of the obstacles I will endure in the future, including high school and college, may not be as serious as the monsters Odysseus had to face, nevertheless, they are still everyday situations that I must learn from.
Imagine walking down an ancient path amidst a forest of tangled and twisted trees, some of which have existed since before a time even great grandparents can remember. The air echoes with sounds of life, and the fragrance is that of cedar or juniper… or something not quite either. The living things that dwell here, bridge a gap in time that many are totally unaware of and for the reasons about to be explained, may never become so. The beauty that surrounds this place is unexplainable in the tongue of man, yet its presence can be felt by all who choose to behold it. At least for now…
Anyway, instead of me unpacking I decided to start playing with my barbie dolls and Wedding Girl. Sydne saw me playing instead of working so she decided to come over to me. She dashed across the room like a cheetah.
After viewing life’s greatest miracle I was shocked on how much work there is involved on creating a healthy child. Yes, I know any two people can be involved in this process, but it is all amazing on how a child is born. Anyone who has given birth knows it also consist of a lot of hard work in the delivery room as well as the years to follow. A child is a miracle given to us from God and the video shows all the stages in great detail and explains the process in steps anyone can understand.
We were in the car on a long 12-hour drive to Saginaw, Michigan to visit my grandparent’s house. My older sister Sydneé as fast asleep as I was in the back watching Land Before Time and Chicken Run movies. It was late at night and it seemed like my mom was driving for hours. Michigan wasn't always my favorite place to go because it felt like it was filled with old people and run down buildings, but I always enjoyed coming up to spend time with my Papa. As I finished up the rest of my movie I decided it was time to go to bed and enjoy the rest of the long car ride up to Michigan. Once we arrived to Saginaw our first stop would always be breakfast at the Texan family restaurant. From there we would head to my Nana and Papa’s house. The house was small but
I awoke to the noise of my friends yelling and laughing next door. It was a bright sunshiny day. The breeze through the window was nice and warm. My mom was at work, but my dad was home. I spent the day playing next door until my mom got home from work. My dad left for work every day at 3:30pm. I ran down the side of the fence until there was a break that I went through to get through my yard. Once I got in doors my mom told me that we were going to head into town, and I asked if my friend, Brittany, could come with us. She said that would be fine and to just run to her house and let her mom know. Who knew this trip into town was going to be a big deal and a lot of trouble.
Airut used to be a really unique girl. We were acquainted with each other since middle school. Coincidently, we were enrolled by the same senior high school and entered the same class. Confronted with a totally unfamiliar environment, 1 tried to adept myself into it. It was the first time I had lived in the school dormitory. Unlike me. Accustomed to being an independent girl from an early age, Airut assisted me a lot in interpersonal communications, difficult curriculums and physical health. We gradually became very intimate friends and did what were normal between close friends, such as dining out, chatting about funny sjuffs, sharing melancholy, tears and so on. Sometimes I was too shy to deliver a song in public, but in front of Airut, I could release from all shackles and show those unperceivable aspects of me. She appreciated my soft and sweet voice, which added_my confidence about myself.
The tree is very much like a queen, wearing its dress of leaves. I would not reach out and touch it—because it would be rude. At the shoulders of the tree—the branches fork off into three directions. The thick branches hold up more green leaves—the delicate kind—shaping the head of the tree like a mushroom. The tree resembles a green Queen Amadalia—young and bright. When I looked up at her, you see the sunlight reflect off her hair—the leaves—creating a peaceful glow. It blurs everything, however, and I had to stop looking. The wind does blow the leaves, but it is so lightly that you can barely tell. The fountain near by spurts out water in this direction.
When time jumped like lighting, so did we, not to our feet but towards each other. We held one another even tighter and didn't want to let go. Although, time was spent wisely and carefully saved, we had run out and were rushed like an ambulance to meet the schedule appointed in half an hour. In sweet bitterness, we packed up and went home. An everlasting day at Lake Lavon that is perpetual in my heart will remain there forever.
...e roots of the old tree, the star’s light was intercepted by green shoots and small, crinkled leaves— last season’s seeds. Tiny children of the mother tree, they were doomed to live out their lives under her suffocating blanket of branches. Now as they gazed upward, innumerable points of light gazed back. A light wind rustled the miniature stalks of the saplings, blowing the new debris around in short-lived eddies that danced softly through the night.
The miracle of life is something most of us will experience in our lifetime. The process before actually giving birth, I think is the hardest part of the entire scenario of child bearing. This amazing experience is something that can make the individuals who are involved in the process change in so many ways. The process of giving birth, for those of you who have not experienced or will never experience it, can be very hard, long and rewarding all at the same time. To give a better description, think of eating a fireball. At first the fireball is tame and calm, but just when you least expect it the fireball becomes hot. Then, when the hot sensation becomes too much, the sweet flavor of the fireball breaks through.