Reflection

Looking back on my writing I tend to talk bad about the things that keep me from doing what I love. Weather it is mosquitoes keeping me from enjoying the outdoors and nature or it is jellyfish that keep me from enjoying the beach. Two of my three stories seemed to fall toward this format but my third one was just informative and it didn't have any of my personal writing styles in it.

Liers/Jellyfish

If you go to the beach and someone tells you there are no jellyfish then thy are ling. The ocean is full of jellyfish and anyone who says otherwise is a lire. I can't go to the beach without getting stung by jellyfish so every time I hear someone say the jellyfish aren't out today I just say to myself, lire. Then there are the people that say it doesn't hurt that bad but we all know they are ling. So anytime you have jellyfish you will always have those people that lie about them.

Baseball/Tennis

Baseball is a team sport while tennis is a one man show. In baseball you have a team to back you up but in tennsi you are your only weapons. A bat is used oin baseball while a racket is used in tennis. There are fair and foul balls in baseball but only in or out in tennis

Nature/mosquitoes

I love being outdoors but when you are outside around here you can't help but be swamped by pesky mosquitoes. Mosquitoes are the biggest negative to nature. Sure they are vital to the environment because frogs and other animals eat them, but my life would be much better if I never had to see one again. Who likes being outside when the sun goes down and instead of enjoying it you are having to spend your time swatting at mosquitoes that seem to number in the millions.

list B

1. homosexual relationships
2. crime
3. ignorance
4. abortion
5. jellyfish
6. injury
7. lies
8. alcohol
9. mosquitoes

List

List A

1. football
2. family
3. basketball
4. baseball
5. tennis
6. soccer
7. friends
8. freedom
9. money
10. faith
11. nature
12. the beach
13. girls
14. workouts
15. swimming
16. fishing
17. hunting

first memory

As I struggle to think back to my first memory all I can think about is the pains of my childhood. These pains are not from bad parenting or anything emotional but rather all the physical pains that happened to me stick out in my mind and memories. All these pains and injuries came when I was between the ages two and four.
The first memory of pain takes me into my first bedroom at my old house. My old house which was located in a subdivision in Raleigh is where all these memories took place. This first memory took place in my room, a room that had bunk beds and a dresser. The dresser is the main object in my memory mainly because it was the cause of my pain. The dresser was a tall skinner dresser rather then one of those that is longer and shorter. My tall dresser had a toy train on the top of it and I want that toy train. With no one else in my room to get the train for me I decided to pull the draws out a little bit and climb to the top as if it were a ladder. After I got to the third draw and just out of reach of the train the dresser fell forward and on top of me, pinning me underneath it. Of course I cried out with pain and my wonderful mom came and pulled my little body out from the worthless excuse for a ladder. Other then scrapes and bruises no damage was done.
My second experience with pain was with my cousin. We were both about three years old and we where play at his house which is just right down the street from my old house. We were playing with G.I. Joes in his backyard when we got into a fire ant hill. At first we were having a great time but once all those ants started biting all there was, was a lot of screaming and crying. We both had to strip down to nothing and get sprayed down with the water hoes. Again because of the pain the memory has stuck with me for a long time.
After having a dresser fall on top of you and fire ants bite you, you might think I would be done but unfortunately I am not. This memory comes from outside my house where I was playing on a trailer that we had. It was a metal trailer and I was having a good time trying to balance while walking around the edge of it. It was me and my sister and we where racing back and forth to see who had the best balance. She had the best balance, as I fell and cut my left peck on the edge of the trailer. My shirt got ripped and the cut came and inch away from going through my nipple. Of course there was more crying but in this case there was a lot more blood. My shirt was covered in it as my mom came running out of the house to see what was going on. My mom fixed everything by patching me up with a huge bandage that covered my entire peck. I went to church late that day and got it checked out by a nurse to make sure I didn’t need stitches. Luckily I didn’t but I still have a light scar from the injury today. Of course I have other memories but for some reason the ones that are about pain are much easier to recall and remember.

family ritual

My family’s ritual is one that last an entire night. The night is always the one before Christmas morning. My family has gathered at my grandparents house, the mom’s father and mother, every year on Christmas eve for as long as I can remember. The night always starts with dinner because we don’t have a get together without one heck of a meal. All my aunts, uncles, cousins, and nephews are there and the tradition is for all the kids to go through the line first. I have always loved this because it gives me the first taste of all my favorite foods. During dinner we always eat in the same spot. These spots are unfortunately still at the table that we sat when we were all 10 years younger, so we are all forced to eat sideways because our knees will not fit under the table.
After have the best meal of the year my family, just the intermediate one, goes to a candle light service at church. After celebrating the true meaning of Christmas at church we head back to my grandparents house for more food. This time it is dessert and on the menu every year is your pick of red velvet cake, puppy chow, sugar cookies, and much more. After eating way too much and almost to the point of being sick we all sit around and talk about life and memories.
Once the kids can’t take it anymore all the parents decided to let us open up presents. This process is always started with everyone sitting in a big circle and the youngest of the grandchildren handing out the presents that are piled high around the fresh smelling spruce tree. The youngest always opens the first present and it goes by age from there, one at a time. We all have a great time doing this every year I Christmas would not be the same without this family ritual.

I want to talk about the great year Brett Farve is having. I have always love watching him play and for the past couple of years people have questioned if he should go into retirement. I always said no he shouldnt because he still has an incrediable arm and it is just the players around him that need to be changed. Lucky for me he didnt go into retirement and came out firing this year. He has broken many record so far in this season and he is on the verge of breaking some more. I am so happy now that people are talking about how good he is playing instead of pushing him towards retirement. I hope they win the super bowl this year but we will see.

A green bottle of alcohal was the sign that told him his dad wasn't going to be his good ol' self tonight. If it was finding it stashed somewhere in his work bench, buried out in the barn, or thrown in to the woods behind the house he recalled all those nights his father set there hammered and like a time boob waiting to go off. They lived on a military base where bombs were kept underground or in bunkers. When in their own house was a bomb of its own, there father, just waiting to be set off by the swigs of a drink. Each one of those bottles that are scattered all over there house are things that are knocking off a Little time, one by one, of his life. These bottles are his killer, his detonation sequence. The store and drink makers such as Jack Daniels or Jim Bean are the suppliers. They are just pushing this bomb to detonation. The causalities of these bottles and bombs are the wife and children. A son who thinks that living and doing everything perfect will make these bottles disappear. A family that when the bottles do show up run in fear of setting off an explosion. And a mother that does everything she knows how to keep things under control. If it weren't for these bottles this would just be a happy and peaceful family with no threat of an explosion. The family says they hear bombs being tested during the night. Thy just hope and pray that one night that it isn't the bomb that is in their house.