Youth

Author's Note:I wrote this on the theme of Tom Sawyer enjoying his youth.

Sometimes, I think that kids take for granted being young and blow it off.  But, adults may miss being young and innocent, being able to make mistakes and correct it without the consciences in the world of reality.  So, adults always are telling you memories of their childhood.  Their minds are filled with memories of their distant past disappearing and wearing away as the reality of adulthood creeps into their life.  They tell you stories of their past friends and want to be in your life to relive the life of a child.  As they tell you the stories or think of the past, there is a distant look in their eyes reflecting back on you giving you a glimpse of what adults are really thinking.  Shouldn’t we enjoy not having the responsibilities of an adult when we still have the opportunity to be able to make mistakes in a friendly environment and figure out the world?  Tom Sawyer appreciates being young in the story, being a pirate, playing and figuring things out for himself with some guidance still.  He knows that his time of being of kid is running out, the timer of childhood is running out catching up going faster.  Knowing this in his heart, he lives up to being one for as long as he possibly can.Tom Sawyer is still a kid, but thinks that he has the freedom to do whatever he pleases, which is true.  Yet, if he does something horrible, he may get a small punishment or slip out of its clutches.

Tom Sawyer definitely acts like a kid.  He doesn’t try to act older or definitely more mature than his age.  When he beat up the wealthy stuck up boy that was bothering him, he didn’t think of the consequences he would receive if he was an adult.  If he was older and had responsibilities of acting mature, he would have to deal with the police or even worse.  As a young boy he can grasp what is right and wrong to figure out what he should do in the real world.

Of course Tom Sawyer, being a normal child, likes some girls.  Amy Lawrence, was his first crush in the book.  Then, he sees blond Becky Thatcher and since he is a kid and doesn’t have a true commitment to one person, he “breaks” Amy’s heart and flirts with Becky.  Since, again he is a child he has the freedom to be able to make mistakes with relationships like that and not ruin his life if he was truly married.

Tom also as a child has the gift of imagination.  With his friends he escapes to the world of pirates or even Robin Hood.  Almost every adult has to be contained in the lifeless world of work.  They always have to be doing something that is worth the time and take all the extra time they can to relax.  As they grew up, their imagination grew weary, weakening in their brains.  They don’t play robbers or escape to their dream world during play.  Adults don’t have that luxury.  Children of course do.  Why don’t they use it when they can?  They just want to grow up too fast.

Tom Sawyer is a boy that likes to have fun and embraces his youth.  He doesn’t try to act like he is an adult, either.  Why would he?  Throughout the book he tries different things and figures out how to act and what to do in the real world.  He is in the perfect environment of friends and family to experiment in.  How could he not take that chance and grasp it? Childhood is the shortest part of your life, after all.   So don’t blow of the blessed gift of youth like some people did and they regretted it.

Chapter 27-Treasure

 Tom Sawyer did and saw many things throughout the book, which were very exciting, even a bit mischievous and dangerous.  Yet, he manages to escape and wriggle out of whatever danger or punishment coming his way.  Isn’t that a kid’s dream to never get caught for anything and do whatever you want whenever you please?  That is what the world of Tom Sawyer is.  This is the world of a young boy who “falls in love”, discovers treasure, is a pirate, is at his own funeral, is Robin Hood, a great friend and is even truly a hero.  Tom is noticed and loved throughout the book by his friends and the adults.  Some kids don’t get that so Tom has the perfect life.   He has anything and everything a kid could ever dream about.  Sometimes I wish my life was as perfectly laid out and thrilling as Tom’s.  Even though Tom has a perfect life, many things go wrong and unexpected for him, even though they turn out.  Isn’t that what anyone has to go through in the life of a pirate?

            Chapter twenty-seven is one of my favorite chapters because that is when Huck and Tom are in the creepy haunted house looking for treasure.  Wouldn’t anyone love to find treasure?  When the two boys go to the haunted house they don’t just find gold, but Injun Joe!  I mean what boy wouldn’t be amazed to have found a treasure, but also two men convicted of murder?  This is a great discovery for the boys to have found the two men, but they are dangerous and violent so they hide under a bed.  With their hearts pounding, in suspense and hoping not to be discovered, the two men reveal their plan of hiding their stolen newly found treasure.  The boys know this is serious, but they excited to be “real pirates” in a racing battle for treasure.

This chapter is a bit Tragic because the treasure is lost to the criminals.  Yet, I think that it’s romantic because every kid at least dreams once about helping to find a criminal, find treasure or do something important or amazing like that.  The boys are wild about finding this treasure and getting back the treasure, which is what every kid would want to do.  As the story unravels itself a few of the modes are mixed in unexpectedly in different ways.  It is a strong, interesting chapter that unfolds and completes some questions and answers making the book unravel and continue in an unexpected way.

So True

A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks

A Walk to Remember is about how two people's different worlds collide in an unexpected and bitter sweet way.  Jamie Sullivan is a religious girl that carries a bible in her hand every day, wears her beautiful brown hair in a formal bun and wears a brown cardigan.  People don't give a second look to her.  If she doesn't scare them away, her father definitely does.  Hegbert is Jamie's protective father that is also a pastor for a church.  Then Landon Carter is a boy who likes to have fun with his friends and has a wealthy powerful father in Congress. He has anything he could possibly need.  When Jamie asks Landon to play the character of Tom Thornton in the play at her church, both of their lives are changed forever.  They both realize their love for each other, but it doesn't last long enough.  Sadly, Jamie was diagnosed with Leukemia in Autumn.  This deeply wounds both of their hearts as she is suffering through her disease.  In the very end Landon gives Jamie what she has been aching and dreaming for, her dream wedding.  With the support of her father, she is walked down the aisle to Landon in a church full of people. 


I think that A Walk to Remember is the closest to Tragedy even though in the beginning it is normal.  But, it has a rise to power when their relationship is going well.  The tragic flaw is when the Leukemia is really starting to have some effects. Then the tragic fall is when she is late in her sickness.  In the very end, Jamie dies.

EPIC FAILL

This is sooo funnyy!!

On a dock on the river.....

On a dock on the river.........

There I was, sitting on the dock on a foggy day on the river. Rain soaked through my hair dripping silently onto the cracked, old pier. Tears streaked my pained, pale face. I tried not to remember what had just happened. But, I couldn't bear it. Just the thought of it made me sick with dread. Then I just suddenly threw off my coat in a sorrowful rage. This was too much for me. For a moment I stared into the dark but familiar distance. Suddenly I got up and walked forward to the very edge of the dock looking down at the ancient, rotting wood layered on top of one another. Without much of a thought I dropped myself into the dense river. My shoes were coated with mud sitting on the river's bottom. I liked the feeling of the rocking river stirring and tossing from the storm. It was somehow soothing to me. But suddenly a flash of a memory hit me. I held my arms tight to my chest. Somehow I had to make this right. Not now though, but hopefully not ever.

A clearing in the woods......

A clearing in the woods was coming overhead. My legs were pumping and moving as fast as they could carry me. I swung my arms back and forth to keep my pace, to keep going. The back of my legs screamed in protest, but I just ran against them as hard as I could. Blood was pounding through my ears and in my head. A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead along my hairline. There was a group of people swarming around the runners screaming encouraging words to keep us running and to not stop . Behind me I could hear deep heavy breathing wheezing in and out constantly. Hearing her and now knowing how close she was behind me, this made me run up and go faster. Screams were echoing through the grassy ground and trees all around me. I just had to keep going, to not give up. Then I stepped across the line and was finished, I was done. All of the girls around me were bending down and trying to catch their breath. Little puffs of hard labored breaths escaped my mouth making me go to a nearby bench and sit down to wait.

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My Veterans Essay

Does Patriotism Still Matter?

Many courageous people through the history of this country have an important calling to fight for the freedom and safety of this country.   People of the United States must honor and not forget them because sometimes these men and women don’t even make it home to live in their own freedom.  Then there are normal people like you and I basking in safety and freedom formed over blood and time.  We don’t even think about how these people made our country what it is now.  A lot of citizens overlook what was done in the past and don’t think about the thousands of men and women slaughtered for the rights and safety of this country before our constitution or government was established.

 Every day, everyone goes silent in the dim light of the morning and we all look to the flag with our hand placed over our hearts.    In rhythm with all the other students we state the pledge of allegiance.   We can’t just ignore the sacrifice people have made for our country.  These groups of people symbolize the colors of our national American Flag.  These colors stand for their enduring perseverance, purity, strength and the devotion for their country.  They sacrifice their comfort and even their lives, but you don’t even think about why and who they are fighting this battle for?   How can they not think about these people??  Shouldn’t you be grateful for your rights and safe homeland?  Not every individual person in this cruel world has to opportunity to vote, or go to school.  Around the world some get brutally killed if they practice their own religion or speak their opinion.  Everyone  should be thankful that you have these opportunities and rights, just because men and women risked their lives for their beloved country and all of the people living in it.

Waves rolling up a shore, over rocks........

Author's note: I took this picture at Lake Michigan. This piece is just about the scenery there.  Hope you like this piece!

  I smelled the aroma of salt and water.  The water licked at my toes giving a chill through my body.  My skin felt warm at the touch from the blazing sun.  Nearby a few children were picking up seashells and examining them with their tiny little hands.  I looked up and admired the sky.  I saw the sun just in the middle of the sky.  Dreamy blue clouds rolled past.  I bent down and felt the soft sand between my fingers.   I closed my eyes a moment and forced myself to remember everything I had seen.  A memory so precious to me, it wouldn't leave my heart ever.  As this would be my last moment right here and right now.

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I sprinted past dark trees leaving a trailing shadow on the forest ground.  A gnarled tree branch twisted with age sweaped me off my feet leaving on the dirty ground trying to catch my breath.  I saw another shadow lurking behind me.  I tried to scream but nothing came out.   Just warm breath.  A howl came from the distant mountains making a chilling finger slide through my spine.  Even more frightened, I got up and ran through dead bushes and around thick grey boulders.  Then I came across a willow tree.  It's dreamy branches blowing with the wind.   For a moment I felt at peace by its romantic dancing sways.  Another howl shreiked and echoed through the forest.  Now I had to keep going.   So again I ran thinking , pondering for answers.   But there was no answer for me.  There couldn't possibly be, and there never would be.

The icy wind bit at my exposed face. A sharp,quiet crack came from behind me.  I whirled around and looked for a short period of time. Shrill screams bellowed from behind me.  It felt like the cold had seaped from outside to my bones.  I couldn't run,the cold had concealed my body. Shadows darted around me.  This couldn't be the end for me.  But I didn't have a choice.

Pretty cool pic I took one day because I was bored. 

I took this when I was at Pewaukee Lake

Lying on your back on the beach of a deserted tropical island.

I was sitting on a sand dune laying there thinking.  The dark ominous night sky stretched out with stars glittering and shining next to the moon.  The wind picked up with some sand and it danced for me.  It swirled shining of the rays of the moon shaping gliding through the air free and spirited.   Wild. Over the peak of the sand dunes light emerged.  Orange splashed over the edge like paint.  It rose followed closely by blues and red growing stronger and brighter.  Staring at it hurt my eyes making them sting. But, it was beautiful, natural.  No artist could recreate this.  This was a new day beginning with the birth of dawn finishing the darkness of night.  In the blaze of the sun the sand glittered with gold and silver glittering being still in the morning hours.  Blue spread through the sky showing the clouds lining the sky.  Under me the calm lake waves licked at my bare ankles as I stared into the radiant sunset just visible now over the treetops.   Damp sand clung to my legs. I inhaled the sweet smell hanging in the frigid morning air. Emerging from my daydream I tore myself from the beach and walked away on the sidewalk not looking back.

 

Heyy. This is my blog.

This is my blog.. I hope you like it!!!!  :-D