Blog #4

This one day through the winter stood out beyond any other that I had ever experienced.  The bright sun glistened on the snow making it shimmer like a thousands of petite diamonds; the suns heat was almost nonexistent as the unfriendly wind blew making me shiver, even though I had on a cozy winter jacket, a wool hat, a pair of water prof mittens, a scarf, snow pants that match my jacket, and lastly winter boots.  The cold was not bothering my eight year old self, as I was jumping with excitement as I was going sledding for the first time in the 2006 winter.  I looked out to the hill to see children having fun playing and laughing as they slid down the hill, I look over to my grandpa who was to my right and looked up at him with excitement.  “Can we go sledding now,” I ask as I grab his hand wanting to go sledding really badly.  “Yes we can,” he says laughing as I let go of his hand and start running over to the hill, “you have to wait for us.”  Once I go over the slight hill that leads to the top of the massive hill that is on the other side.  I look back and wait anxiously for the rest of my family which includes my grandma, grandpa, and my grandpa’s kids, Lisa who is the oldest, Scott who is the middle one and Emily who is only a couple years older than I am.  After what felt like a million years they all got to the top of the hill were I waited for them, I quickly turned around and sat down on the crazy carpet that my grandpa gave me when we got out of the car and pushed myself a little.  If I were to say that I went done the hill fast would be an understatement, it felt like I was down the hill in seconds.  I quickly get off the sled, pick it up and start to run up the hill, about half way up the hill I have to stop and take a breath because the hill was so tall.  The rest of the day goes like this until it is time for us to go.  When we got back to my grandparents place we all decided that it is a good idea to have some hot chocolate.  After hot chocolate we all go to bed.  

Blog #3

#385 That One House That on Your Street That Gets Really, Really into Halloween 

People really like to decorate for things like Halloween and Christmas, but most people believe that when you decorate for Halloween it is more exiting and I couldn’t agree more.  When I was younger and I went out trick or treating this one house would always go all out with their decorations.  I remember this house because it was always decorated because they loved Halloween so much.  When I would see this house from down the street all you could see was the fog that was coming from the fog machines that they had put all over their front yard.  As you got closer to the house you could hear the scary music that they would play that any other day would scare you.  You could also make out the cob webs that were hung form the trees and the house with lights so that you could see them in the dark.  Once I was in front of the house you could see everything that was on the outside of the house.  There was skeletons that had red glowing eyes, open coffins with mummies in them, pumpkins with scary faces carved into them, spiders that hung from the trees, and grave stones that were dug out.  As I walked up the walk way to the front door the spiders would start to swing and get in the way of where you would walk, the empty graves would have skeletons popped out at you, and when you got to the front door you would hear a witches voice cackling.  As I knocked on the door it slowly opened revealing the man and the woman dressed in different costumes every year but this year in particular they were dressed up as Frankenstein and his wife.  They would hold out the bowl of candy and I would go and grab something but before I got my hand fully in the bowl a hand out pop out and grab my hand.  By the time I was done at this house I would be so scared that I would want to stop but I never did. I always remember this house because of how awesome it was. 

Blog #2

It was a dark Saturday night, the sun had gone to bed hours ago and wasn't due to wake up for at least six hours.  I was laying in bed looking at this app called Wattpad on my phone and eating pop corn.  I had been on this app many times before because it has stories of my favorite band on it.  The app also has many different types of stories but I wasn't interested in those because I’m not that big on reading.  Since it was past midnight I was way past tired, but didn't feel like I was tired anymore.  Even if I didn't feel tired anymore my eyes felt heavy so I said to myself that once I had finished the chapter that I was on that I would go to sleep.  Well that took longer than I had originally planned because I got to this part in the story that was supposed to be a very tense part of the story were the main characters were in a fight and they weren't getting along, so when their friends brought them together they started to yell at each other.  Since I was so tired I started laughing even though it wasn't a part were you should be laughing.  By the time I finished reading it the first time I had tears in my eyes because of how funny I found it.  I ended up having to read it over five to ten times because I couldn't get past how much it had made me laugh.  Once I was finally done I put down my phone and went to bed still with a smile on my face.  When I woke up in the morning I couldn't understand why I had found that part in the story so funny so I went back and read it again.  I had decided that it was only funny because I was so tired. 

Blog #1

It was the middle of summer and the sun just starting to set making the sky turn many different colors.  My family and I were on one of our many camping trips.  After our dinner we got ready to eat marshmallows because it wouldn't be camping without roasting marshmallows.  We all settled by the fire with the roasting sticks in hand.  As per usual while me and my family camp were are telling jokes and laughing.  My uncle decided that it would be a good idea to roast the giant marshmallows that he had bought a couple days prier, of course there was normal sized marshmallows as well.  So I, loving marshmallows, decided that I would roast one of the big ones.  So that is exactly what I did.  I put the marshmallow on the stick making sure that it wouldn't fall off once I put it over the fire.  As I started roasting the marshmallow it started getting bigger as it cooked.  When I had first saw the marshmallow I didn't think that it would be as big as it ended up to be.  Saying that it was big was an understatement  this marshmallow was the largest marshmallow that I have ever seen it would not fit into your mouth in one bite.  Since I wasn't thinking at the time I tried to fit the whole thing into my mouth, but since it was so big it ended up all over my face, in my hair and on my clothing. My uncle thinking it was funny pulled out his phone and took a picture of it while i was trying to swallow the marshmallow. So in the picture I ended up looking like a chipmunk.  Once we had finished with cooking marshmallows and I was cleaned up from the mess of the marshmallow we sat by the fire and talked for a couple hours.  Once we finally went to be it was pitch black out and the only light was from the fire that was almost burnt out.