I missed my family so much that I just couldn’t wait to see them again. Even though I was away for only a week, I had never been apart from my family for this long. On Friday morning we were getting ready to leave California and I was so excited to be heading back home, not that the trip wasn’t fun but just to see my family again. I was so happy to have left that place even though we had another 11 hour drive back home. On the way back our van was so packed that we could barely fit, with 16 students, our luggage and souvenirs we bought while we were in California, there was just no room.
We hardly ever had any homework and our parents thought we were too innocent to punish us if we came home from school late. So we considered this to be the perfect time for some refreshing fun. I learned a lot from a participation which I initially thought was simply about having a good time. In one sense I did have a good time but it was over roared by a pretty hefty consequence. My overriding regret is substantial and can never be amended.
Personal Non-Fictional Writing It was the summer of 2002 Friday 13th July to be exact! I knew a couple of months before that my mum and dad were going on holiday in the caravan, but I was only willinh to go if I could take a friend with me. They eventually agreed to it, so I asked Quinny. Quinny had to work the morning of Saturday 14th July but that was ok, because we werent leaving till after dinner and he had brought all he neede for the holiday up the night before. We were all ready for off at about 1 o'clock on the Saturday, I was expecting a long journey as I had been to the same campsite the year before and it takes about three hours on a good day.
I say. Well, actually, yes, I was wondering when you are going to get off your lazy butt and actually do something for your family. You’ve been lounging around all day, and the kids still haven’t even eaten lunch yet. I trusted you to watch your brothers to make sure they are okay. But, you can’t take thirty minutes out of your day to play a nice game with them, or even stay awake to make sure they aren’t trying to drink Pine-Sol again.
All of my family was surprised, because I was calm the next day without arguing again about the same subject with my father, but they did not know what I was planning to do behind their back. After knowing at which time my father does not use his car, I was ready for my next step which was a really terrifying step to do, and that step was taking the car without my fathers permission. It was 3:00 in the morning, and all of my family members were sleeping, I told my self it is the time to do it. I was walking so quietly like I was flying in the air only not to wake my family up, especially my father because he was the only one who terrifies me. Walking towards the front door was like walking miles to get there.
The next week, I didn’t dare get up from the table early, instead I stuck it out ‘til it was late and went looking for Jimse. I assumed he would be at the same bush so I sat and waited, and waited and waited but Jimse never came. Similar to Daisy, I learned that my father also sold Jimse. My only friend. How could a father possibly do such thing to his son, let alone his only son?
Just Another Face in the Crowd On September 26, 2004, I went to visit my uncle in Powder Springs, Georgia. I had gotten into some trouble at home and needed a place to get away for a few weeks. As time passed, those few weeks turned into five months and my get away destination turned into the place I now call home. I never thought when I went for a visit that I would live there permanently. It never crossed my mind that moving was probably the smartest decision that I have ever made.
I thought that because I looked pretty, happy, and also was slim, would get a home instantly. Now, after staying here for like 12 years now, I just find it close to impossible to find a proper home. All I want is one family, and for some reason, I think that one day, I will be in my new home. Many days passed with nothing happening. Being an orphan, I couldn’t have “fun” because I didn’t have a family to be with.
We went to school, played sports, chased girls, worked on our friend’s father’s farms, and talked about how we couldn’t wait until we graduated so that we could finally move out. Even though we were growing up in a typical town and living typical high school lives, it seemed like so much more. No one cared about anything except what they were going to do that night and there wasn’t a thing anyone could do about it. We were young and alive. I think my football coach referred to it as, “Being full of piss and vinegar.” Maybe we were, and we might have bitched and moaned, but deep down inside I think we loved every minute of it.
During Chris’s adventure he seems to neglect all communication with his family and over look the fact that they care about his health and future. After Chris graduated high school he traveled the country and seldom kept in touch with his family. After being on the road for weeks Chris finally returned home, but within the next couple of days he would be embarking on his adventure to college in Atlanta, GA. Chris had eight step brothers and sisters and one whole sister by the name of Carine. Carnie and Chris had a close relationship. No matter were Chris went he always found a way to let his sister know that he was OK. Chris graduated college in May and set out on his adventure to Alaska about a month later.