If My Heart Had Windows

Where My Childhood Lives. Where do most people go in their minds when they think about their greatest childhood memories? My mind always wanders off to Grandma’s house in Mountainburg, Arkansas. It was a palace of wondrous sights, smells, and great memorable deeds.Grandma's house was always a place to make the greatest childhood memories with the people I loved. Not only was it a soft, welcoming, and safe place of comfort but, it was also a place to feel wanted, appreciated, loved, and most…

steps in. “I believe I can recount it accurately. She said that she went to bed at about eleven o’clock that night. Her bed was next to the open window, and she could look out of the window while lying down and see directly into the window across the street. She tossed and turned for over an hour, unable to fall asleep. Finally she turned toward the window at about twelve-ten and, as she looked out, she saw the boy stab his father. As far as I can see, this is unshakable testimony.” (Act III,…

pounce out of my dog house and stop the exchange. But with my morale low, from the rest of my puppies being sold, and my body aching, I slowly walked over and peered through the window. I watched as the dark haired police officer placed Bean, who’s name I got from the jellybean shaped spot that consumed her back, into his car and speed off. I knew Officer Johnson, I had seen him with his daughter frequently around the neighborhood. He seemed nice enough, but that did not assist in carrying my…

“Killing the Big One” It was just any ordinary day in January and deer season was in full swing. We had been hunting hard all season and I was still yet to get my first ever deer. I was being patient though and not trying to rush things because even at the sight of deer my heart would start pounding out of my chest! My dad would always remind me “You just have to breath and stay calm then aim at the front shoulder and squeeze the trigger.” I would always live by this because so many older…

black hair of wool striking blue eyes; almost resembling the features of my mother. As I was absorbed in my ecstatic contemplation, I heard Mr. Rochester raise his voice at Miss Eyre, “speak!” said he, with a loud and assertive tone. My heart pounded when I heard him, and my hand began to feel clammy against my doll’s face. The very act of listening to their conversation weakened me, as past memories associated with him flooded my brain. Yelling, screeching, and blares as loud as a roaring fire…

In March of 2016, I was involved in a freak accident while volunteering for NHS, leaving a portion of my spine broken. I spent two weeks in the hospital, one of which was spent at Memorial Hermann Rehabilitation Hospital, where the goal is to get you out of the hospital room and walking again. To my surprise, during my stay there I was the youngest person in the whole hospital, with all of the others being well over forty all with differing reasons for being admitted. As a patient myself, I knew…

In the Sky My internal organs began shutting down one by one, as I rolled my zebra print luggage across the waxed concrete flooring. The quest for the loading area seemed like something out of a horror film, when the blonde haired girl went searching for the murderer, after she heard a piercing scream. My entire body could barely hold itself together, with the anticipation of this monumental nightmarish event about to take place. Taking in my environment, I looked around at all the blank faces…

My entire life, I’ve only had the chance to see insignificant things of the world, the orphanage and the hills and forest surrounding it. Now, I can finally go somewhere different – the Featherfall Hospital, located in Louisiana. It’s only happened a few times, but Mother Natalie booked me an appointment at Featherfall Hospital for a check up. I leave tonight, after dinner. Dinner was amazingly good, but I only ate a bit, before I was out the door. Amelia, my best friend, ran after me, leaving…

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. We had packed the jeep the night before. I had put my phone, my reading book, my headphones, and the book i was writing in the jeep for something to do on the drive. Mom drove, Jess rode shotgun, Alexis and I…

Five months had passed since the day I took Bob Ewell’s life. Mr. Tate and Atticus did not tell anyone about my involvement; according to them Jem defended himself and Scout, knocking him onto his own knife before collapsing in the dirt. Because of Scout’s rectangular field of vision and panicked haze, she could not accurately describe what happened and contentedly settled with Mr. Tate’s story. The court case came and went without much difficulty. With no opposing side to the tragedy, the…