“Ugg, what are these bumps on my arm?” I slept solely on my left side, so immediately the assumption walked through my brain that somehow the blood had cluttered together and got stuck. A parallel section on the back of my hand was bright red, appearing rashly that morning. The crimson streak ran up my arm. Of all this, I made no relationship. read more »
My family used to sit down and munch through books. Feeling like an envious outsider, I would watch every one else licking their lips with the delight of language as they gulped down sentences. “How come everybody else can read and I can’t read!?” Even everyone in my second grade class knew how to do it. The mysterious code of reading seemed impossible to crack! I cried my way through the struggle of learning.
My parents did not force me to read. Later I struggled to learn how to decipher the written language from my mother. It was my individual choice to pick up books. I eventually developed an almost unnatural taste for reading, like a glutton among anorexics. read more »
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR DAAAAAAD HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!
You were three days late of a tax reduction. A man already grown in Marcias womb. Once, a person stopped your to-be mother on the street and told her that she was the biggest pregnant lady he had ever seen. Your Dad bounced you over rocky roads trying to get you to hurry up and hop on out. Marcia took caster oil. You must have been one big baby.
When you suddenly decided to be born, the OBGYN, or the doctor birthing dude, had to rush down the hall cause for some reason you really wanted out. As he walked briskly, one nurse handed him his surgical mask and doctor clothes while another nurse picked up his normal clothes he threw behind him. That baby put things off for a while, but when he decided to emerge, he hurried up and got right to it. My Dad might put things off a while, but when he sets his mind to it he gets things done.
You were one big baby, and you’re one big Dad. I’m glad you spanked me, happy you trained me, and joyful to have such a Dad as you. Thanks for everything. Now, lets see about that chocolate pie…
Wind whistled through my shirt, making it flap against my skin. The exhilaration of the ground coming up at me made my heart beat faster. I panted and took in the air charging at my mouth. Standing on Grandmas swing, my whole body bobbed up and down, making the swing go higher.
Grandmas swing groaned and creaked as the chains above my head crushed against each other. The ropes suffered under my weight. The chains holding the ropes cried. The tree holding the chains felt like it was going to fall. All of them screamed.
Snap!
Grinning, I rushed into the kitchen waving a messy paper. The writing on it could hardly be recognized. Squiggles and blotches covered the whole page. I proudly set it on the table, and called everyone to come and look. My family gathered around. “My first whole page!” I shouted, as if something extremely vital to life was finally accomplished. Laughing, dad and I attempted to figure out what it said, but neither one of us could get much out of the illegible print. I could barely read my own writing! Part of the story included a diamond, a spaceship, and a ‘bad guy’. I remember my first story like I would remember a blurry dream. read more »
Aaaww… a refreshing glass of Sidra. Throughout our travels and adventures it is not uncommon to “try something new”. Pouring and drinking Sidra falls into this category. The art of this culinary activity begins first with pouring the Sidra from two arms length high to “break it up” and give it some fizz, then after quickly gulping 2/3 of the 1/2 full glass, one must chuck the rest of the Sidra on the ground, be it inside or outside. You will soon see this in action…
I fell asleep that night enveloped in thoughts of the next day. Every year at ECA we would go to a beautiful forest which had a river that would practically be frozen solid if the water didn’t move so fast. We would all jump in, and then jump out of it, barely able to walk for the cold. I dreamed of the river, the gorgeous river, and all the people shouting and jumping in.
The next day we arrived at school, I got in the Dehons car, and we were off to Pedriza! When we got there, a huge line greeted us. Me and my friends got out and walked around a bit and ate chips while waiting to get in. Finally we got in, and, after finding a parking place, walked along the river. The magnificent trees surrounded us as we made our way on the trodden dirt path
When we found a swimming hole, the water looked up and dared me to jump into it. I jumped. The water crashed over my head and quickly enveloped my body in a swirling confusion of white and blue. I dared to open my eyes, and in that brief fantastic moment, I saw a little family of fish suddenly scurry out from under me. The moss covered rocks shined green under the swirling water. Then the moment ended, and the lack of air forced me to rise.
Hurriedly I got out and did it again and again, Intel the cold forced me to get out. Rapping into the inviting warmth of a soft towel, my shivering gradually left me. After that adventure I climbed on the rocks in the woods, playing amusing games like tag and hide-and-seek. Slowly we made our way back to the river, and when we arrived, we found everyone picnicking on all sorts of good food.
An hour later some other people arrived, and they hopped in the frigid river. I got on top of the small water fall were some people were lying on some dry rocks in the middle of the river. Excited, I climbed around a bit, exploring. Then I slipped. read more »
It started out as a normal day…wake up….brush teeth… eat yumynis…home school………when suddenly, I went to the smallish store to buy some food, and the lady who checks stuff out gave me a map that had all the best hikes around Asturias! But still…I thought it was a normal day, and it was. (If you have a spectacular day every day, then you count spectacular as normal and normal as spectacular)
I went home and showed my mom the map and I told her that the lady at the counter had especially suggested that we go up the Pina. I asked dad if we could go on a walk to Pinos, and he stood up… and off we go! 15 minutes later we were trudging up the steep trail. read more »