My life changed forever the first time my dad took me there. My cousin’s farm: the most tranquil place in my life. Starting around the age of four, my dad began to take me fishing on my cousin’s farm near Bolivar, Tennessee. I fell in love with the place from the moment I emerged from the gravel road to see the acres upon acres of land with a small cabin and two lakes sitting in the middle. The cache of memories I have at the farm help make it meaningful to me. When my dad drove us into the farm for the first time, I will never forget my first feeling, happiness. As we emerged from the gravel road, I saw more deer than I had ever seen before and two beautiful lakes with a cabin on a hill near them. My first fishing experience was there, and fishing has been one of my favorite hobbies ever since. Before they moved to their new house, my cousin’s would have an Easter egg hunt at the farm every year. One year, we suffered through the rain in what turned out to be one of the best Easters ever. I caught my first fish there, when I was four, and could barely hold the rod. My dad had to help me hold it. Occasionally my brother and sister come, but usually it is just my dad and I. I drove the car for the first time at the farm; I hit the gas to hard and almost drove through the gate. I have so many pleasant memories …show more content…
It means so much to me because of all the memories I have there with my dad and the rest of my family. When my mom, brother, and sister would come with us, we would stay in the cabin fro the weekend and fish all day. My mom made us food to eat while we fished. The farm is one place that I can go on the weekends and just relax. There is never any pressure at the farm, and I do not have to worry about the troubles of school. While at the farm, I get to experience the nature that I do not get to see in the city. The farm means so much to me because of all the memories I have there with my family and
When I was twelve years old, I went to Sacramento with my dad and my uncle Gumaro. We went to Sacramento because my auntie threw my uncle a surprise birthday party. Only the three of us went because my mom and auntie were too busy working. When we got there, all of our family and family friends welcomed us with handshakes and warm hugs. It was not cold but not hot either. However, it always tends to get very windy at night so we made sure we took cozy big jackets. To eat, there was posole, birria, carne asada and many more. We all ate and talked about what has been going on with our lives. When my uncle came back from his ranch, we all ran inside the house and had to find a hiding spot. When he walked inside the house we all jumped out from our hiding spots and yelled,
This weekend my family is going out to dinner to celebrate my mom's 43rd birthday. We plan on going to Granite City in St. Cloud. After my father shall drive us to our fishing spot for fishing opener. We will start fishing for catfish that are as slavish as earthworms. Walleye and Pike are not open until 12 at night, that is pretty late for me. We like to use shrimp for bait, expensive I know. At midnight we will start casting for Walleyes with rustic lures, Walleyes always seem to be intimidating us with their soul piercing eyes. Fatigue consumes us before that though, we are not late night people. Since our family has done so great at our fishing spot, therefore i'm not allowed to give away the spot so secret the FBI does
As a kid going to southern Indiana for my family's weekend reunion in the middle of July seemed to be a stress-free heaven. Talking with family while eating all of the great food everyone made, and awesome fishing in the glistening pond served as a retreat from the textbooks, homework, and tests in school. Although I never did any reading, writing, or math at the reunion, I learned some of the most valuable lessons at that 50-acre property in the dog days of summer. My great uncle, who owned the pond, taught me the best fishing spots, my dad taught me how to set up a tent, and my uncle Vance taught me the great values of our family between old folk songs. It was from these stories that I developed a great sense of pride in my family.
I have lived in a little town called Packwood all my life and it is the last town on Highway 12, you see before you enter the park. Since I was little, I spent my summer camping and being in the park. My father sells campfire wood in two of the bigger campgrounds in the park, White River and Ohanapecosh Campground. So I would join him and help him with the firewood, so I grew up in the park. There are so many things you can do in the park, like hiking up to a former fire lookout, hiking down into a lake and fishing.
Marvin gave me this journal to write all of our memories in while on the Oregon Trail. We had to move out of our house because there wasn’t enough farmland for us to grow our crops. Other farmers were basically growing their farms in our property. We spent the whole day packing for our trip to Oregon. Trying to get everything that we can in our one bag was difficult. Soon, there wasn't enough room for all of our belongings so we had to leave some of our supplies back home.
As a child growing up in a rural county, I didn’t have soccer practice or dance recitals; no play dates or playgrounds. I had trees to climb, woods to explore, bikes to ride and adventures to be had. I had bare feet in the grass, wincing on the gravel driveway, rocks digging into my soles. I had walnuts to crush, plums to eat, flowers to pick, bugs to catch. I had my little brothers to bug me, my mom to take care of me, my dad to laugh with me and my grandparents to hold me. I had books to read, worlds of words to get lost in. I had Saturday morning cartoons, Sunday morning church, and fireflies to catch every night.
I remember taking baths in the kitchen sink after a long day outside, riding the four-wheeler with my aunt, and playing with the kittens. The farm was my second home, and it still is. There are a lot of memories I have because of the farm, but one memory that always sticks out is during harvest season. I spent full days in the tractor with Grandma and in the combine with Grandpa. I remember refusing to get out, even for lunch.
Going back to a place where I spent most of my childhood caused me to reflect on how things had changed since I left there, and what type of a person I had become. Like White in “Once More to the Lake”, I experienced the feeling of realization that I am no longer a child and that I will never get those years back. While time generally does play a big factor in life, more important is to understand and take away from the important experiences that occur through one’s lifetime.
I have a lot of fond memories looking back on my childhood. My dad’s parents had a house on Granbury Lake; it was a kid’s paradise. I grew up fishing, which is my favorite thing to do, boating, water skiing, 4-wheeling, anything you could do outdoors we did it. My grandparents had a massive garden and rows of fruit trees that lined their properly. We would wake up early in the morning to help Pa Pa woke in the garden. Being from the city, we that this was the coolest thing ever. As a reward for our hard work, Na Na would treat us to a snack of fresh cherry tomatoes from the garden. Although, she would always call them little boy and little girl tomatoes. Night time was my favorite out at the lake because that’s when the fire flies would come out. Every evening around dusk we would get our mason jars, poke holes in the lids, and wait to spot the first lightning bug. We didn’t have to wait long until the whole night sky
My family and I had just arrived at our new house in Charleston, West Virginia. My mother is a veterinarian and she loved animals very much. The building that she worked in was transferred here at Charleston, and she also got a promotion which she is now the manger at Valley West Veterinary Hospital. I preferred still living in Nashville, Tennessee because I miss having the time to play with my old friends; I grew up living near a farm, and a much warmer climate. No wonder my mom loves animals so much; just like I love my dog Ellie.
My dad took me on my first fishing trip as soon as I could walk. As I grew into a young toddler I couldn’t keep fishing off of my mind. So since the ripe age of five I took every fishing opportunity that presented itself. I started at the most basic level of fishing with a cane pole. From using the cane pole as a youngster I moved onto the closed reel push button Spiderman rod. The Spiderman rod really got me hooked on fishing, it gave me the ability to cast line leading to me catching more fish. I remember my first largemouth bass and the excitement that overcame me, this was the point of no return. The summer of my six grade year I mowed grass every day and eventually
Every year when I go back up to the lodge, I look forward to seeing the people that I have met in the past. I have made friends with people that I never met before and have gone on two day fishing trips with them. The person that I have become great friends with is Dave Mclain. Dave is a sales marketer and works in Duluth, Minnesota. He has been coming up to our lodge for about 12 years now, and I have known him for as long as I can remember.
The pungent aroma of the deceased cattle smacked me in the face as soon as I stepped out. It was almost impossible to find my way towards the barn as the fog thickened. The barn was on the verge of collapsing and dead leaves and hay were messily scattered all over the barn’s floor. To keep my mother’s farm standing, I worked tirelessly each day. I took care of the barn animals, watered and harvested crops and made sure the gardens were flourishing with fruits and vegetables. It reminded me of the farm work we did together and of all the sacrifices she’d made for the
Growing up on the farm, is probably the best thing that has ever happened to me. I grew up raising hogs and cattle. I love helping my dad take care of the animals. It was not until I was older that I realized how much growing up on a farm has impacted my life. Living on the farm has taught me the values of hard work, determination, dedication, and integrity.
Growing up in such a family filled environment has shaped me to be the kind of person I am today. Family time is so important and I can’t wait for my future family of my own to get to experience what I have, while growing up at kahaluu. To share my favorite place with them will mean a lot to me. The memories of catching chickens with my cousins will always be with me. I’m so glad that I got to do one of the things I love with them. The saying, “There’s no place like home” has so much meaning and emotion behind it and I finally can understand what it truly