It was just a boring day in my hometown, a traditional, weak entrance a lot of narrative stories use to try to get the attention of the readers. This story, however, isn’t one of those traditional stories; this one involves a day that had been exciting up to that point already. The memory that resonates daily throughout my mind would have to be the time when I went to Six Flags for the first time in my life. Before I jump into my story, I should tell you my friends mess with each other a lot, almost to the point where we get into fights with each other.…
I was going to apply for 6 flags amusement park at a point, but just didn’t end up working with my schedule. I am glad that you have become more confidence and less anxious. I still get nervous and shy even if I think I am prepared enough. The one thing that helps me not let it get the hold of me is, just being as truthful as I can be and let the marbles fall in its…
It was a hotter than snot sunny day in a small town in Michigan called Fremotte. This town has four lakes in it. But, let me get to the point.…
While being in line your head is filled with many thoughts. For example, you think of weather or not you should stay in line or just walk away. You think about how high the ride is and if there are many loops. Then you start to get nervous and shaky. So your thinking is making your body so nervous and shaky. But for your body to stop shaking you would have to start to think not about the drops and over come your fear and just go on the ride. Your thinking starts to take over your body. Thinking can change you wanting to go on that ride or not. These are ways you think before going on a ride at Knotts Berry Farm.…
The Cheesecake Factory, I once believed that the establishment would be a bakery that primarily sold cheesecakes, sweets and such. Although, I’ve never heard much about the restaurant, or what it actually was other than people are familiar with the establishment and only comment on the cheesecakes. Yet, I had not known that that was the place I was dining in, I only believed under presumption of its name that we were going to eat at some other random place when I walked through the doors of the restaurant. Now the reason I say random was the fact that this place was not like how I imagined the praiseworthy Cheesecake Factory to be at all. My expectations of this place was exactly how Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory felt and as colorful as Tim Burton’s remake of Alice in Wonderland was.…
I was about 10, and me and my family were at the Wild Goose Ranch. I was at the time wondering how it felt to be underground. At that time, the idea of mining fascinated me. So, me, Kaila, Josh, and Bre were at the park in the Goose Ranch.…
It was a sunny day and my mom finally let my older sister and I go to Six Flags alone. Little did I know, we weren’t going to make it to Six Flags at all? When I got on the CTT Bus I couldn’t wait- it would be my first time on the goliath. “Last stop everyone off” yelled the bus driver. When I got off I mentioned to my sister “This does not look like Six Flags” “I think we missed our stop and we are lost “she answered. I started to look for any thing I noticed. But all I saw was two large buildings and lots of people.…
The dining area of Rocking Horse Ranch was always hot and crowded during meal times, where the tired, overworked servers would bustle around attempting to provide excellent customer service for each and every inane request from the guests. I’ve heard that loud, hectic, quick-paced atmospheres filled with pretentious parents and scrambling children are almost calming sometimes. This atmosphere never brought me serenity; it gave me anxiety and stressed me out. Just the thought of sweeping melted ice cream cones off of the stained carpet and dry mopping the tiles floors gives me nightmares.…
Hi, I was going on a trip to Maryland and I want to know if you will come with me. My sister, Dad, and I was looking for places to go and there is an extra bed. The reason I picked you is because there are great places to eat, Amazing parks, and the Boardwalk.…
“ Come and eat.” Joe,the leader of the trip, struggled to say because he was so tired, “Breakfast is going to be light this morning because we have along day head of us.” We all struggled to get out of our tents considering it was 5:30am and there was a mountain we had to start climbing in a half hour. All thirteen of us stood in a line like we did the morning before while we packed our lunches. The options available to us were an apple, cheese stick, peanut butter and jelly to make sandwiches, but only 2 per person, yogurt and 2 bottles of water. All of that would have to fit into a back pack with us the would be stuck to our backs for the rest of the day. “Time to load!” Joe shouted. We all got into the van that seated 16, single file until very seat was filled.…
Today I left for Yosemite with my friends and our parents. It took us about 5 hours to get to get there. We took about 10 stops on the way. When we arrived I popped open the trailer and too a nice long nap because we got up at 3 am and left at 4 am. After my nap I met up with a couple of friends who were also staying in the campsites next to us who were also taking naps . We went hiking to Yosemite Falls with a guide to watch the water flow down. It was beautiful and there was a sunset which made it even prettier. Our guide who led us there told us we should make a list to follow every day we were staying. We asked what were the greatest thing to see. He said Half Dome, Ansel Adams Gallery Tuolumne Meadows, Mist Trail and Vernal Fall,Glacier…
I remember the day vividly: the sizzling of food frying, children yelling, my tears running, it was the first time I adventured to Six Flags. The uneasiness of my stomach while swaying tens of feet from the ground on the Texas Giant petrified the adventurous spirit out of me. However, I did not realize that moment `would shape the next eight years of life, emerging in my memory at every unfamiliar experience I faced. It was my senior year when I declined an invitation to go camping with my friends an epiphany struck me. How many of these opportunities was I going to skip out on due to my reluctant manner?…
Most of us walked through the front door of Lake Country between 8 and 9 years ago. Others of us came later whether it was 5 years ago or this year. The door we came through on the first day we came was the same door we continued to walk through almost every day, up until today. After tonight this might be the last time we walk through these doors, but some people will keep walking through them even after we leave Lake Country. The front dorrs aren’t just regular doors to us students, they are a gateway to all of the memories. These doors hold behind the first day of kindergarden, pictures that we colored with broken crayons and the place where we met our best friends. From the second grade aquarium trip to the Wizard of Oz play and the mideval…
On Saturday April 13, 2013 I was walking through the parking garage on the USAA campus in San Antonio, TX to start my 4 hour work shift, I began to go through the turnstile and seemingly startled awake a bat. This bat began to fly and squeal in fear. It darted at my head getting caught in my hair a couple times. I started to scream and flail my arms about trying to fend off the nocturnal flying mammal in fear. During what seemed to be forever I was able to unlock the turnstile and exit the entry way but not before rupturing two discs in my neck. This incident caused quite the turn of events in my life. I had been working for USAA for 3 years and truly loved it there. I also lived in a beautiful apartment with my mother and two children and…
Over the summer, my parents and I took a rousing vacation to Northern Alaska. As a young girl, I always yearned to visit Alaska and viewing its vast mountain range and nonpareil wildlife. As there wasn’t much opportunity to see that in the monotonous New Jersey. I have always considered hiking and viewing natural pulchritude as a form of merriment. Case in point, my father and I hiked in the Grand Canyon, approximately three years ago , feeling like diminutive ants astray in the colossal canyon. Likewise, last year my parents and I hiked the foothills of Yellow Stone National Park, our shoes strewed with desiccated sand that were deprived of water. We missed the gargantuan canyon and the repugnant odor of sulfur from the geysers. I immensely enjoyed the hiking we did in Alaska. Nevertheless, what caused me to be aghast in reverence occurred near the beginning of the 2nd day of my trip. As an illustration, my parents and I were traipsing in front of our cottage early…