Whitley My bracelet sags loosely around my wrist catching my attention as it forces me to re-adjust it back up higher around my forearm. The words embroidered haunting me with my every look at it, “In Loving Memory, Whitley Ann”. Its then in that moment I am taken back fifteen years. The blazing heat from the glow of the translucent rays of the sun beat down ferociously on my face. I lay sprawled out the on trampoline next to her, Whitley, my childhood best friend. Her golden yellow hair shines brightly, almost white in color, as if bleached from the long summer days in the sun. Her eyes in all their bright blue wisdom make her seem much older than she really was. The tint from her tanned skin was so dark that it was if she could drink in the rays and instantly surface the pigment to her skin all in one instant. She wore a cluster of strategically placed freckles across the bridge of her nose that brushed out to the edge of her cheeks in such a beautiful way that it would make you jealous not to have freckles as your own. We always referred to them as her “angel kisses”, and decided she only had so many because I could not show them on my face so she had double the kisses for me on hers. The lacing of elastic that weaved in and out like a wicker basket on the trampoline was withering along the edges, and the heat that radiated off the ebony color swarmed us like we were trapped inside a sauna that had been turned on high. It was one of those days that you were thankful to the heavens that the whipping whirlwinds of Nebraska were something that could be counted on. The sky was the lightest baby blue, like the reefs of the ocean, so perfectly clear that you could see right through to the ocean floor. Smells of the freshly cut grass lingered in the air, mixed with the dusty waves that came in from the dirt road leading up to the house. We lay, faces toward the sky, watching the clouds pass by at incredible speeds, as if they were remote controlled sail boats you find racing on ponds. Every so often one of us would point toward the sky, and without even having to say a word, the other would see the exact same thing, whether it be a rabbit, or a fire-breathing dragon. We once even made out a peacock, feathers and all right before it floated off down the stream of clouds and changed in its form. In a second it was gone. We had formed such a bond that we could do things like this. We need not speak to each other to know what we were thinking. We had been best friends since kindergarten. Since that first day our moms took us to the interview to get into the school at the same time. We spent the entire time competing against each other. Who could make the better plastic dinner dish? We went back and forth for twenty minutes trying to bring our mothers the most exquisite forms of food that we could concoct with what we had before us. From gourmet hamburgers, to freshly sliced pizza topped with just the right amount of pepperonis. Until finally we warmed up to one another and made one fantastic plastic meal for our moms to share. A tossed salad with black olives for an appetizer, followed by a spaghetti and meatball entre. Ever since that day of competition that built into a friendship, we were inseparable. There was no time that you would find us apart, unless of course we had to be forced to go home with our families for the day, until we could be reunited again the next. I point up to a cloud passing by and we look at one another, a star. In a brief mischievous glace shared between us, wide smiles plaster against our faces we jump up in an abrupt hurry to rush inside. We enter the front door through the dark mass of
and your best friends. It’s pretty crazy how everything changes.
In China, they have a rule, more like it is their religion or law that everyone has to follow. Women can only have one child. I’m comparing and contrasting my childhood to the kids in China, because there childhood experience is definitely different than most of ours in the United States of America.
When I was kid, I did so many different things. I know I changed from time to time. I swear I had different best friends every summer…
easily forgotten to people. What is the best rare memory with us? For some people, wealth plays a very important role in their life. But I don’t think so. In my eyes, my older house is my best rare memory. Even though I can live in a big house now, it cannot compare with my older house. My older house was a two-storey house with a big courtyard, and my family often had dinner together and played mahjong in the courtyard. The house witnessed my happy childhood and gave me a lot of rare memory.…
Australian Childhood Foundation
The Australian Childhood Foundation is a charity that raises money and homes abused and neglected children. The Australian Childhood Foundation works to give children back their childhoods that have been stolen from them through no fault of their own. They work to help children who have only known fear, anger, shame, loneliness and the deepest hurt to re-connect with the world: to learn to trust , to feel safe, to develop self-confidence, to laugh, to play, to dream…
April 13, 2014
Magic “Harry Potter”
“The stories we love best do live in us forever so whether you come back by page or the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home” (SpeakOutStandOut). Nowadays, most of the people know the magical Harry Potter, the hero boy who survived Voldemort, who is the evilest sorcerer, and even beat him to save the whole magic world. Harry is an idol and hero of all people who have ever read the books or watched the…
Childhood is the most innocent phase of man's life. With the passage of time, it fades into adolescence and adulthood. Yet the sweet memories of childhood linger on. My childhood recollections are those of a sheltered and carefree life, nurtured with love and concern. As I was the first child in the family, everybody doted on me.
My funny lisping, my innocent mischief and my inane talk-everything was a source of immense pleasure to them. There was never a word of reproach or censure against me…
positive. Adrian’s father was found not guilty, because the only evidence they had was that they both were HIV positive. Adrian didn’t know much about her father; all she knew was he raped her mother and didn’t go to jail.
The saddest day of her childhood was when social services took her and her sisters from her mother. When social services went to her house they told Adrian “come with us your mommy need a little break so she can get herself together”. Social services said that her mother was unfit…
deaths however, would be the death of trust between Bento, and his beloved Capitu, and the physical death of Bentinho’s best friend, Escobar.
This story is one that is narrated by the main character, and that it began in the end. The entire story is that of a memoir, and it begins with Bentinho talking about his childhood. Bentinho or “Bento” as he was nicknamed talks about his childhood with his widowed mother, his caretaker, Jose Diaz, his uncle, and his cousin whom lived with him. As a child Bento…
November 25, 2014
Obesity in Children
Patient T is a newborn weighing 10 pounds, and 4 ounces, and looks like a healthy, strong, and big new baby boy; during his childhood, he maintains normal weight, and lives an active life with a great appetite for food that includes: apples, pears, bananas, ham sandwiches, chips, and pizza. When entering kindergarten, he’s considered as hefty, which leads to him being shy, and antisocial. When he gets home, all he does…
guns blazing and bombs exploding, Khaled Hosseini takes the world to Afghanistan to experience the drama, passion, and rich heritage that the troubled country holds. In the year 2003, Hosseini wrote The Kite Runner, which in time turned out to be a best seller and sold over thirty-eight million copies worldwide. Four years later, in 2007, Hosseini followed up with The Kite Runner, and wrote the sequel, A Thousand Splendid Suns. Just as his first master piece, A Thousand Splendid Suns turned into…
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