The crisp breeze rustled my hair as I walked out of my house on the fall September day with my dad drilling instructions into my head. It was my first Little League baseball game ever, and my dad wanted to make sure it wasn’t my last. Being seven years old and never touching a baseball was something that had scared me; a lot. I had no idea what to think about this foreign, petrifying, game could possibly be about. The car ride from my house was only a few minutes away from the fields where I would begin my baseball career.…
I was 13 years old, just starting off high school, when I realized what this dark cloud that’s been floating over me for the past couple of months really is. It wouldn’t be until more than a year later until I seek out professional help. It started off innocently enough as just a feeling of constant emptiness at the pit of my stomach. It slowly turned into randoms bouts of extreme rage, where I’d take out my anger physically, not just on the walls and mirrors of my childhood home and not just on my family, but on myself. I couldn’t understand why I felt this way, why I wasn’t “normal”.…
Bam! Bam! Bam! The door slams as my mother screams for my father to let us in, the reek of alcohol filling up my nose as I listen to his slurred words. My mother, brother, sister, and I have just arrived from a trip to see my grandmother in Mexico with no other choice we leave staying at my aunt’s house for two days.…
Throughout my life, I have been the victim of several burglaries. At the age of seven, someone, in broad daylight, broke into our house and shot my dad in the chin. I was displaced to my aunt's house for weeks and missed most of my 1st grade year. When I was seventeen, I walked in on my home being robbed by some local kids. They were upstairs when I came into the house and escaped through a window, but the idea that I could have come home earlier still haunts me.…
Kevin was starting to get angry because his father was not listening to him. Kevin said " If you do this then this will help out Cromwell." Howie said "But can’t you just train him in the back yard." "Yes but this program will make him more active than he is. This will really help him dad."…
I feel someone shake my shoulder gently. "Nooooo. " I groan, curling up more into Hermann's parka. My head pounding and my throat scratchy. "Newton, please let me take your temperature," I hear Hermann request calmly from above me, "I've been nice enough to not make you move, you really need proper rest."…
This is about Shay my brother and I. Shay was 14 at the time and i was around 10. Shay has ADHD and has a lot of energy. Me on the other hand has less energy. Shay is the person that always wants to do something like wrestle, run, race, or go to the gym. I am the person that wants to sit down and watch a movie.…
I am confident that almost all of us have had to go through a deceased relatives belongings at one time or another. You know what I’m talking about- after “Uncle Edward” dies an e-mail, phone call, or letter arrives with an itemized list of his belongings and you have been invited to choose what you want among the other relative's or close friends. To be honest, I find the experience awkward and strange. My belief is that even in families with stable dynamics, this scenario has the potential to stir up emotions, and no matter how well family members get along, there will be a level of envy and bitterness that cousin Ted, brother Tom, or sister Carol walked off with the antique armoire while leaving the tin can of nuts and bolts, a hack saw with a dull blade, or a favorite rock that Uncle Ed found on a hike years ago, for the rest of the family.…
Rory came to our store and asked for me to join him in the office to discuss more, which I did. At the beginning of the conversation I again said that I was not in no way, giving a demand but I was asking for the transfer. We began our conversation again around where is all the areas that I've already covered, and where exactly is home. This began to make me defensive because I know how to lead people into conversations to get certain results I'm looking for. It's called "open ended questions".…
My eyes slowly flutter open, when they come into focus I look around. The lights are sill dim, but Shelby, Dr. Sherry, and even Sophie have all have left, leaving me in a soothing silince. How long have I been out, it couldn't have been that long, could it? I ask myself. I wonder where they could be, then I see a white door out in front of me, realizing I'm still laying down I sit up, I then look down and see a medium sleeve dark chocolate brown shirt, I slowly pick it up and sniff it.…
It seems like everywhere I called home when I was growing up, never really ended up really being home. To be honest, I think another kid was the last thing my mother needed. I was mis-understood, no one seemed to know how to co-operate with me, and I didn't seem to want to co-operate with them either. It got to a point to where my mother would start to overdose me on my medication, then I became the quiet. I would say I was about 6 years old at this time.…
I am lying down on deck, tanning under the bright, beaming sun. My dad steers the boat, we are isolated with no one in sight. We float calmly, its as peaceful as a butter fly. My father calls out too me with his rugged voice "Tiarne, can you grab me my water bottle please?" I sit up and ignore him as I look out too the infinite stretch of sea.…
Narrative “Girls, when you’re done down there make sure that you clean up your mess.” My dad said reminding us of what we already knew we had to do. “Okay dad, we will.” I hollered back up the basement stairs. My sisters and I were having a movie and game weekend.…
It all started around five am, we all started to pile up into the jeep. While everyone stumbled around like drunken zombies, I was wide awake and pumped up. I grabbed my blanket, my pillow, and my snacks and hopped in. Our first stop was up at Casey’s for drinks, so that we could begin our four hour long journey to the camp grounds. Jess turned up the radio, I stared out the window and listened to the music for the first 30 minutes of the ride.…
As a child, having rules to follow wasn’t unheard of with my family. There was always a way to behavior with friends/family, at school, at home and out in the street. Often I found myself getting into trouble because I didn 't listen and also the fact that I always found some kind of way to slipping out of having to doing something that I knew I was supposed to do. But out of all the people in my family my mom was the strictest. When expectations set high, not meaning them meant my siblings and I typical had a week long cleaning punishments along with handing over all toys, games, and light up sneakers; about three times a week this happened to me.…