A Night to Remember

I remember an incident when I yelled at a child at for playing with my favorite cabbage patch doll . Then I got yelled at by my mom for not sharing. She gave me the speech on how sharing is good and we have to share our toys because we couldn’t afford any…

reunion Doug, Sally and Clint were all sitting at the local diner visiting their old friend Bob, who worked at the diner. The four of them were reminiscing over high school experiences. Sally was talking about her favorite teacher Mrs. Stewart. “I remember the first day of Algebra. Walking in I saw Doug in his khakis, blue button up, orange bow tie, and loafers. He looked fairly intelligent so I decided to go and sit next to him. Then Mrs. Stewart smiled telling us to group up in groups of…

Ever since I can remember, I have wanted to be a medical doctor. I have always adored the idea of doing something with my life that genuinely matters. I remember as a small child, adults would often ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up. I would completely light up as I explained that I was going to save people's lives. I think that what initially sparked my interest in the medical field was that my grandmother was a nurse. Seeing her work at the hospital was enthralling; she loved her work…

Throughout my childhood I can recall many memories that made me smile, but the one that I remember most was when my parents told me that we were going to Disneyland for the first time. What made it even more memorable was that it was my very first time on an airplane. I had anticipated this vacation was going to be the best. I clearly recollect that it was a cool, crisp, winter morning when my mom woke me up at 5am. After breakfast, we waited for the Super shuttle to come pick us up for our…

Unfortunately for Theo, today was the day, the day that he dreaded every single year. The memory was so clear in his mind, it replayed in his head over and over again. The blood, the screaming, and the stench of death in the air, that's all he remembers from that day. *Flashback* Blood covered the walls and furniture, stray bullets scattered all over the room. On the floor lay a man and woman, their bodies covered in blood, a faint smile still etched on their faces. There, hidden in the…

admit it happened to me. I wish I was too young to remember anything regarding my life. Or if I do remember, I would only remember happy times or hear amusing stories from relatives, like when I became stuck in the wooden kitchen chair and my mom called the fire department to remove me. She says the firefighters used the jaws of…

didn’t, but he died. We couldn’t do anything about it. He helped save some little kids and was a hero. He was one of the only people who understood me. Johnny isn’t dead, I thought to myself. I remember a quote. “I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.”. J.R.R Tolkien said this. I remember this so clearly. I burst into tears. Grief isn’t always bad. Grief is like thanking someone for what they did for humanity, or even specifically just one person. The definition of grief is…

Bogard includes a rhetorical question that persuades his readers to also value darkness as much as he does. “In a world awash with electric light...how would Van Gogh have given the world his ‘Starry Night’?” This question allows readers the opportunity to think back on the famous artwork, Starry Night and imagine the lack of beauty it would hold without the enhancement of darkness. Aside…

It is late and I am exhausted after a long laborious day. Then again this I should be used to this for I am a Page. I spend my day serving the noblemen and learning to be a knight. I work to become strong, riding horses and mastering the use of weapons. How I love practicing fencing, I love the way the sward feels as it swings through the air. Oh, how I await being a knight. We work hard though always on the move running areas for the noblemen, doing chores and running more areas. By the end of…

Snoring A theory that people always says are you only snoring when you’re really tired and had a long day. I never really liked sharing with people when I go places, or when they spend a night at my house. One thing I hate is the sound of people snoring when they are sleeping. I could never get used to it because it’s so annoying. I can be trying to sleep and I can’t because they are snoring. When I can’t sleep and I’m tired I get grumpy, because I value my sleep very much. When I share rooms…