Quote Response Entry

The quote that Tobias Wolff included in the beginning of the book is a very insightful one. No matter what anyone may claim, the majority of people, at some point, have changed a part of their behavior in the presence of another in order to be better be accepted by them or a group of others. Some people, such as myself, are used to having a pose they uphold all day in public in order to not be treated with indifference due to the high level at which my family and I stand financially. However, others are only familiar with changing around their friends temporarily in order to feel more understood. Reasons for doing this vary from wanting to be accepted in a group, to a number of other things.

 Regardless of the reason, the bottom line is that everyone knows what this is like, and to better understand how Toby lives out the majority of his life, we simply have to imagine putting on a pose at a constant rate, whenever in the presence of friends or classmates. This is no healthy to carry out one’s life, and realizing what Toby went through makes it all the more easy to sympathize with him.

I don't really know if I "assume a pose," I basically act the same around everyone. Well I guess not exactly the same. When I'm at school and home, yeah I'm always rewally hyper and i act myself, but with certain people my personality is different. If the person or people aren't my friends and i don't talk to them and they want to start talking to me, then I wont't be as hyper. I'll probably start pretending I'm shy, and make them think I'm mature, and that I don't act up at all. But, right when I'm at the point where I'm like "ok this person really wants to be my friend," it's time to start acting like myself. If they don't like the real me, then. they can just, well, leave me alone.

But the one friend I am completely myself around, would be my best friend Kaycee. When me and her are together and we hang out at either her house or my house. people would want to like glue our mouths, tie us up, put us in a box, and ship us somewhere because we would be really loud and annoying, but we wouldn't care. Her and I aren't just best friends, we're also like sisters. We do have arguements like sisters but towards the end, we just forget about the fight and we'll be all hypered up agian.

I'm also my self around, of course, my familr because they are my family and they should love me just the way I am. My family and I (especially my mom and I) joke around alot. More of me and my mom because I'm closer to her. We'll joke around, yell at each other on purpise, say the one of us is grounded and tell each other to go to our roomd. We'll also say that we can't go to work for the heck of it.

"The first duty in life is to assume a pose. What the second is, no one has yet discovered." - Oscar Wilde

In life, everyone puts on their own sort of facade. No matter it be in front of teachers, parents, or a group of peers. We all have our own ways of not being our true selves, and as long as you know who you are, it doesn't matter. For example, I obviously don't show my teachers who I really am. They have no idea what I do for extracurricular activities, and know nothing about my personality. To teachers, I act respectful, and do what I'm obligated to do (most of the time). Certain instances cause me to lash out, and sometimes even be rude, but it's only when someone has offended me in a way, or in my eyes didn't treat me right. If you treat me with respect, I'll treat you with respect and vice versa. If someone doesn't come at me with a kind approach, then don't expect one back from me.

In front of my friends, or anyone that is around my age group, I'm usually always myself. But "myself" isn't always the same. Sometimes I love to be obnoxious, and loud, and I like to make people laugh and get excited. Other times I can be quiet, and not want to see anyone, or even acknowledge them. I feel like people can tell the way I'm feeling, because it's obvious if I'm in one of my quiet moods.

I don't act differently around different groups of people at all, though. I'm friends with anyone that's willing to be friends with me, and if they're not willing, then I won't make the slightest attempt at acknowledging their existence. If you don't like me, then I don't care about you (not like I would otherwise). I guarantee there are people all around me that think I'm the most annoying, immature, dumbest etc. person that they have ever met, but that's is because that is the only side of me they have seen. I don't change my personality depending on what other people think. It changes it's self when that's the way that I'm feeling.

People think of me as being a funny guy, or class clown and most of the time that's true, but no one really knows the intellectual side of me. People think I'm unintelligent because I act like an imbecile, but that really isn't the case. If someone strikes up a conversation that interests me, or I have knowledge of the topic, you could get me talking for and endless amount of time, to the point where you're completely uninterested. Not many people see this side of me, because I don't show it often. It's not because I'm trying to hide it, but because people don't have what it takes to get it out of me. I feel as if some people couldn't handle that, or think I'm a nutso for being that way. That could make me stubborn, or naive in a way, but it's the way I feel.

When it comes to my parents, they really know nothing about me, or the way i think. I've tried to open up to my mother about my points of view, and the way I feel about life in general, and she shuts down my opinions and feelings, as if they were incorrect. It really gets me heated, because she thinks that her way is the only way that's right. I've never discussed with her my feelings about this, but I don't feel like I need to. Don't get me wrong, she's a great mother and gives me everything she can, materialistic and otherwise, but she just doesn't know me.

As far as my stepdad goes, he's just an asshole. There isn't a single good thing I could say about him, other than the fact that he makes my mom "happy". I think it's hilarious that she's married to the guy, because neither one of them are happy. They both work incredibly hard to have what they do, and they come home and are miserable. Why should they do that? Why should anyone do that? They think having a nice home, and a big television, with $40,000 cars is what happiness is, and it's ridiculous. I don't ever want to be like them. I'd rather be living on the streets, honestly. All the hard work doesn't matter if deep down you aren't happy.

Oh wow, i just went on a pointless tangent. Anyway, my stepdad and I are the farthest thing from close. I come home, he'll be sitting on the couch on his computer, we make eye contact, I say, "sup?" and I go in my room. That is the highlight of our relationship. It doesn't exist, and that's the way I want to keep it. I hate the man more than anything in this world, and I don't really see how I couldn't. Personally, I feel that anyone who tries to come into your life, and essentially replace one the people that played a huge role in your childhood, doesn't deserve to be loved or wanted, especially since he's a rude, cold, awful man to begin with.

I love my dad more than most things, but I haven't seen him since the weekend before Easter. He lives in Webster, MA, and we both just have busy lives that go against each other. He works all the time, and has a girlfriend (that is actually really nice), and we just don't schedule each other in. I don't do anything important that stops me from seeing him, but I'm always busy with friends, and I don't like to give that up. That really is completely selfish of me, because I know he misses me as much as I miss him, probably more. I don't like to take my free time for granted, but I know i should stop taking my dad for granted, because he won't always be here.

But back to the main topic again, my parents just don't know me. None of them know what I do, or who I do it with, or where I am. I don't feel the need to tell them, because it's not their business. I'm going to do what I want, no matter what, and I don't see why that should be a problem. Honestly, nothing I do should affect them, unless they let it. Obviously it does affect them, because they "care", but they shouldn't, because I'll be fine, with or without their direction. I appreciate everything they've ever gave me, or helped me with, but I don't need it. I would be fine on my own.

When I'm talking about my "parents", I mean my mom and stepdad, because my dad hasn't really played the parent role, seeing since I don't live with him, or see him often at all. He has always been more of my best friend, because when I see him we just have a good time, and I like my relationship with him, much better than me and my mother's.

But in reality, I don't even know how to answer the question: who do you show your "true" self to? I guess I show it to everyone, because I'm always being who I am. Whether it be my funny side, or my serious side, I'm never putting on an act. I express my feelings, and the way I come across depends on them. I'm not saying everyone knows me, because I don't really even "know" myself. All that I'm saying is that what you see is what you get, and you won't ever see me being something I'm not.

Pose.

In life I do assume a pose. And that pose is what has created me. My personality is different when I am at home compared to how I act at school, but doesn’t everyone? For the most part I am a very quiet person, very calm, and understanding. When I am at school I like to stay quiet and focus on my work. When I am with my friends at school I like to have fun, laugh and show affection towards them but not the same way of how we act outside of school.
In school I feel that we have a responsibility to be someone who we truly aren’t deep down inside. For the most part people like to hide their true personality because they are afraid to be their self around others. Everyone wants to fit in. So in order to fit in they become someone who they aren’t.

My personality changes depending on who I am with. If I am with my sister I am talkative and state my feelings strongly. If I disagree with her or mad at her I am not afraid to tell her otherwise. When I am with my mom or dad I am respectful and do what I am obligated to do. I still have responsibilities but I feel safe and relaxed around them. My language changes when I am with my parents compared to when I am with my friends. When I am with my boyfriend I am loving, caring, and will do anything for him. I am calm for the most part and always put him and his feelings before mine. When I am with my girl friends I feel like I can be more outgoing and can express myself differently then when I am with my boyfriend. I wouldn’t sing Taylor Swift and do nails with my boyfriend. So when I am with him I drop the whole girly talk type of subjects. So it is very true that when I am with different people I am a different person.

I feel that I can show my true personality when I am with my sister. I am also at home when I act this way. When I am with her I feel that I am able to talk to her about everything. Even though I am the older sister and she should be the one coming to me for advice it is the other way around with us. I always go to her for everything and feel free to talk to her about anything. She might not always know what to say to me when I am stuck in situations but she’s always there. I am a lot more out going with her I am not afraid to tell her off. This is because she is my other half, we are extremely close and practically twins, just she’s the better half.

I feel that if we were all our self and talked to people how we really wanted to talk to them, and was not afraid to be our selves in front of others then there would most likely be more drama but maybe people might be happier. But no matter what when our surroundings change so do we.

Just be yourself...

        My mom always says to me, "Never lie about yourself, because if you do then you don't know who you are anymore". I don't have to show a fake personality to people. If they don't like me for who I am then I don't have to like them for who they are. I am who I am, a really nice, caring and generous person, who's proud of her achievements and for showing a great personality everywhere.

        But nobody knows the real me. My parents think they know me but they don't, no one knows the true me the feelings that I have inside or what I think about my life or what I want, what I need or what I love.  I don't really like to talk about my private life or show everybody what I think or what I want in life. Well we are writing a memoir here, we have to express our true feelings and what we have been experienced in our life.

        My parents think that I am so happy for leaving the house and going to college. Well actually I'm not, but they don't know that, because I always say to them, "Can't wait to be on my own" well that's a lie. I want to show them that I am not afraid to grow up and leave the house and be on my own, but I don't think I'm ready for this. I love them so much and for me being away from them it will be really hard for me to handle. I don't want to grow up and live and support myself, but that's life, sometimes you don't have any other choices.        
      
        I show my true self to... I will say myself because I'm the only one that knows about me. I'm the only one that knows the dreams that I have for the present and the future.
     
        That's just me, the true me and I would never change myself because I love who I am and I think everybody should do the same.
  

      

Ain't Fake

          In my life I don't really assume a pose around my friends or anyone for that matter. I can't imagine not being myself, I mean, why pretend? Pretending to be someone your not or saying you do things you don't to people just to fit in isn't right. I hang out with people like me, people who don't judge, my friends. I have to come to the point where I don't care what people think about me. Letting other peoples opinion of you, get to you, is absurd. Why should someone else's opinion matter if you're happy the way you are? if you're not happy the way you are, then that's a different story.
          I don't pose around my friends. I always show my true self around them. I shouldn't have to hide who I really am just to make friends, that's ludicrous. I do things that some people won't and don't agree with, but that doesn't bother me knowing that the people I'm friends with don't judge me. When you have real friends who don't judge, its pretty nice knowing that they won't want you to change to someone you're not. It's a nice feeling being accepted for you are. I advise some people to try it.
          Not being who I am seems like the most senseless thing I could possibly do. I understand that being myself agitates some people, but that's their own problem. When people judge you for who you are, they are lowering themselves for thinking less of someone. Trying to pose and fit someone elses standards is a very fatuous thing to do.
          Be happy with who you are. You are you, no one else; don't try to be. If you pretend to be someone else, you won't be as happy as you would be being yourself. if you get caught posing, the people you tried to please, won't be your "friends". You are unique the way you are and changing that means your not true to yourself. In my opinion, I find its kind of demeaning.

How I Am

When I’m around people I don’t know I’m really shy and I stay quiet. I’ve always been that way since I was little. Especially in a class with a lot of students; I just don’t talk, but if I’m in a class with not a lot of students I can be somewhat loud and on occasion the class clown. I just feel comfortable with few students. If there is a class I have with one of my best friends and it’s a big class I might also be loud in there. I hate being in a big class without a best friend because it gets really boring and I might fall asleep. When I’m with my best friends I can get loud and maybe a little crazy, but not too crazy. I feel like when I’m around my friends I can be myself and not so shy.

I never lie to get friends or anything; I tell them the truth. If I were to lie I would feel so bad, that’s the way I was raised to not lie and tell the truth. I just feel horrible if I was to lie and I don’t know why it’s the guilt I guess. It’s all because I go to church every week and I went to CCD for 7 years, they must have made me this way I guess. When I’m with my brothers though yeah I get rough, but that’s the way everyone is with their brother(s). I’m the same way I am with my friends when I’m with my brothers.

Blog # 2

Personally, I think that everyone changes in some way around the people they are haning around with. Not nesesaraly in a bad way, but the way they act, or behave might change. I know that when I am around my friends I act differently then I do when I am with my family. When I am with my family I am not as hyper, and loud, I also choose different words when I am with my family. When I am hanging out with friends I swear every now and then, but at home I know I would get yelled at for swearing. When I am around my family I am much more respectful then when I am with my friends. Not that I'm disrespectful, but I'm not so routy when I'm with a family member.



I also change depending on the family member I'm with, like if its my Mom then I know I can fool around and have a good time, same thing with my Step Dad, and brothers and sister. But when I am with my Dad, I am quiet becuase he has more of an uptight vibe to him. He is the kind of Dad that lives and breaths church, and pesonally I am not like that. Everyone changes around the people they are with, weather they know it or not. Maybe not in a bad way, but there is change. I know I do anyway.

Blog #2

The question is do I assume a pose... i'd say yea I do act somewhat different around people if I don't know you i'll be shy but once I get to know you I open up. I've always been like that my whole life and I could really only be myself around people I can trust and people that trust me. Like my friend alex I could do almost anything and it be alright good or bad. I'm pretty sure same goes for him I could ask him anything and say anything to him and it wouldn't matter he would have my back which is pretty cool.

If I acted the way I really am around my parents they would disown me 100% I dont doubt that at all so oviously I act as the good innocent kid that im deffinetily not but I guess i gotta do what I gotta do. I feel like I do this is because if I act myself around certain people they'll take it wrong and judge to harshly but if they new me they wouldn't care kinda. hard to explain but yea thats me.

Blog Entry #2

I don't think I assume a pose in my life. Most of the time I am either very quite or a little talkative. That's usually how I act throughout the whole day. Sometimes when I am with my good close friends I act differently, obviously, than when i'm with people who I don't really know. I feel much more comfortable with them compared to with the people I hardly know. When I am with my parents I also act differently in some ways. I lie to them to make them feel like I don't do much wrong when I usually do. So basically my good friends know me a lot better than my parents do.

I also act somewhat different when I am with certain groups of friends. Sometimes I would act like I was the best and other times I would act like i'm wicked funny. I also act like i'm really smart, like when I talk to girls, but I really don't really know much about anything besides sports, music, etc.

I show my true self to my really close friends. Such as Jake, Tyler, Cassie, and some others. I show them because I really trust them and I have a lot of confidential stuff that they know. They also express themselves to me so it would be appropriate to express myself to them. If I am going to tell them my secrets then trust, honesty, and responsibility would be needed and that's what they have and I know they wouldn't do anything to hurt me and I would do the same.

I really don’t act different around everyone, I mean it depends what we are doing and what mood I am in that affects my attitude. But I’m more comfortable around so friends then I do the others. One place I might act different would be when I am meaning someone for the first time, I am not going to act like I do with my other friends because I don’t know them that well and maybe they are different then my other friends. Also I act different in the class room, in the class room I don’t really talk that much, I mostly just sit back and listen to everyone else and don’t really say much but that’s the way I like it. Meeting someone’s parents for the first time, I act different because I want them to like me and respect me; I defiantly can’t act like myself in front of them the first couple of times. It takes me a while to warm up to parents.

After all these years though I got to learn if people don’t like you for you then they are not worth your time and that what I have been sticking to my high school life, friends will come and go and the only real true ones will stay, so don’t change yourself for a person or a group to like you. Be friends with people who don’t care what your how you look, they are friends with you because you are you. As you go though your high school year you will beable to pick out the fake people in your school/classes. Those kind of people just want to be friends with everyone, or look popular. High school isn't all about that, it may seem like it but half the people you talk to now you won't talk to after your high shcool years because they are fake people. They probably talk behide almost everyone of their"friends". Just be yourself and people will like you for you.

Quotation Blog

"The first duty in life is to assume a pose. What the second is, no one has yet discovered." -Oscar Wilde

The question do I "assume a pose" im not to sure, I may when im with my friends but im a lot different with family.

When people first start high school they try to get that good image to fit in and be classified as "cool". I cam from a small school and we were very pampered and didn't know much because nothing high school came into our lives in Pomfret. Our school was built of pre-k up to 8th grade. People had their own clicks but mostly everyone was friends, we had a class of around 70 people.

When I first started high school the only people I knew were the students from my town. The biggest step I took Freshman year was running for Class Treasurer and won unopposed. I met a pretty cool kid freshman year, I had fundamentals of technology with him and I also had freshman science with him. During that semester him an I got in some serious trouble during tech. We would help each other out with the work, he would do an assignment and attach my name to it and print it out, I did that for him also. I was never a real trouble maker in middle school so I thought it would be cool to do something that is risky and could get me into serious trouble. Well one day we walked into class and our work folders were missing and Mr. Fasula had them in his hand and he brought us into the hall way to talk to us. He told us that he had no choice but to write us up, and we were sent down to Mr. Grossman. We had letters sent out to our parents and had to serve a 2-hour detention and also had to write a 3 page essay stating why integrity is wrong.

Some people do this all the time not just like tech class but to try new things to seem cool for the people around them. Peer pressure plays a huge role into this, experienced kids try to influence younger people to try smoking pot or drinking alcohol, and if the kid doesn't want to do it he would be harassed about it and treated like crap about not being man enough to do it. Also some kids that want to fit in act different than who they really are, and their real friends notice that and walk away from them as if they don't know them.

I guess I do sort of act differently at home than when I am at school, with friends, or with my boyfriend. I don't want everyone to see me acting sort of like a tomboy- cooing over worms (I think they are cute- please don't ask me why because I don't know), trying to burp louder than my mom occationally, ect. I am more polite to people when I am not at home, but not by much. I'm not saying I'm usually rude to my parents because that's not true, but I do say more of what's on my mind to them. I know at least one of my teachers thinks I can do no wrong, partly because I am so obedient in class, but that's not true. I'm not perfect; I just do what I'm supposed to at school- I do my work, pay attention in class, stay out of trouble, and I'm not rude to my teachers.



I only show my 'true' self to my parents, my brother, and my boyfriend because I feel the most comfortable around them. I can tell them almost anything and they wouldn't judge me for it. Well, my brother would judge me, but I don't really care about that. Brothers do that. I do think it's kind of pathetic I won't even show my 'true' self to my best friend, though, but she is so dramatic about everything and I think she'd laugh at me if I told her some stuff. She has laughed at me before.

What pose?

To be honest I don't feel like I pose for anyone at all. Not even my girlfriend or my parents or the so called cool kids at school that are actualy the biggest idiots in the schoool. If someone insults my real friends then I tell them straight up to never say that when I can hear again. before this year I only had 3 real friends that I could trust, this year theres a few more joinging the group, incuding mine and 2 of my friends girlfriends.

Plus a few other guys that we've really found alot in common with, but anyway. The core of our group is that we really just love having fun, doing pretty much anything whenever we feel like it, and the best part is that none of us thinks that having fun means getting waisted or high then going off and having sex. We play wiffle ball we sit arond and play video games go swimming of jump on the trampoline, and the occational mapping of our backyards which are all totaly dense forest. We could find anything to do with a couple of nerf guns xD.

And i'm the same way everywhere except unfortunately during this class because we are required to read the worst books ever and if I dont have my music on i'll just fall right to sleep. I think this class is the only I change but i dont know that it's a mask I think its just a different emotion on display. Alot of people always notice that i'm lip singing along with my music and that i'm totaly obsessed with my hair, that isn't a mask either. I'm always worrying about my hair and I just cant help but sing along because I know them all by heart and it just makes me feel better to sing along, its more enjoyable. So no I do not strike a pose, atleast not yet I don't. I have no reason to. If you dont like me then suck it up and deal cus this is all your getting out of me ^.~

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I do not believe that i put on a different personality around different people. I enjoy being myself around everyone and yes, I do have haters but it doesn't bother me. I don't want to change myself to fit in with other people. Me and my good friends are all very much alike which is why we hang out all the time. We can easily get along with each other just by being ourselves. Which is great because i can show my true self to all of them and not be thinking "am I being a complete idiot right now?" One thing i enjoy about this school is how we have all the sending schools. whats cool about that is how after going to middle school with the same kids for 8 years I can watch them take on different personalities with their new friends in high school. I just enjoy watching them put on a show and knowing how fake they are being because i know the real person behind the fake one trying to hard to be cool.
Don't get me wrong everyone changes a little bit when they get to high school, but there are some kids who change every last bit of them and its like they died and left to be replaced by some poser kid. Since middle school I still listen to the same music, same friends with some added, same personality, and the same style. You might be thinking now that I'm just scared of change or something. but I'm not, I just enjoy being myself. I can easily get along with people like me who don't change so that they can be with the latest trends or like that cool kid they saw on TV last night. but the fake kids who change personalities from group to group I usually don't get along with at all and I think I'm pretty good at seeing through people who are fake. I'm friends with lots of people from different social groups and I can show the real me to all of them because of the simple fact that I feel comfortable with myself around all of them. I just don't feel comfortable around fake people. Its as simple as don't be fake and people will respect you.

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I think that everybody at some point is fake or acts different around certain people. I don't think I act differently around other people. except for maybe around my parents, When I'm with my friends I think that's when I'm being my self, because I don't need to act differently around my friends or people at school. When I'm at home Act pretty much the same way
I do at school.Except that Don't swear or anything when I'm around my parents, so that way I don't get in trouble. I usually talk to my parents alot like I would talk to one of my friends except just with more respect I guess, and I tell my parents some of the stuff that I do or that goes on in my life but I dont tell them everything. just cause its easier not to. I think I act different also if I'm meeting some one new, because then I'm usually quite and polite, because I dont really know the person, or if I'm around someone I dont really like because then im not friendly or nice to them.

I honestly don't know if I "assume a pose" or act differently around different groups of people. It's really hard to tell since I'm not even sure if I'm entirely true to myself. I generally act the same around everyone I know though. I don't really have a reason to try to be something I'm not, and I have no intentions to. My family doesn't pressure me to be something I don't want to be. Neither do my friends. I've never changed myself for anyone.

I guess at times, though, I do act differently around some people. It could be because I'm not too fond of them, and I'm shy or maybe I just don't really care for them. It really all just depends. At times I'll get these vibes from people and that'll cause me to act maybe more awkward and uneasy. I'll worry that they know something about me I don't want them to. Or that they're judging me all wrong. I read people's emotions and facial expressions too well, to the point that I can almost know exactly what they're thinking. And I guess in a way, I feel forced to act a certain way around them. It might just be intimidation but I still feel obligated to dim myself down. In that sense I'm not being who I truly am.

I feel like on a rare occasion my friends see who I truly am. Either because of the way I might have laughed or because of something childish I might have said. I feel like I'm way too complex though, and that it would be very hard to actually see who and what I am. Especially since I don't even know. And it's very hard to show your true self when you don't know what your true self is like. I try to show my true self to a few people, but to be realistic,I don't think anyone really knows themselves as well as they would like to think.

There is a quote by Gandhi that says "the best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others." I think this is very important to think about because most people are too stubborn, including myself, to think that it's possible that someone else can reveal who you really are.

Assume a pose

The question is do I "assume a pose" in my day-to-day life? I would have to say, in some situations, I do "assume a pose". I am a outgoing, creative, obnoxious, shy, loud, kind, sensative, and caring person. I show who I truely am most of the time. If somebody doesn't like how I act or who i am then they can choose not to interact with me. I show my true self mostly to my parents and family, because they live with me and see me at me worse of times. They really have no choice. On the other hand friends do.

I show my true personality to my friends and boyfriend. I don't want to be friends with anyone that I have to be someone else completely. The only time I don't show my true self is when I am around people I don't know, or when I am with my parents or friends in a place where I should be respectful and like a perfect child. Not be loud and obnoxious. Also, in a few situations I become friends with people who seem to be perfect or very judgmental.I try to be the as perfect as I can be to try to meet up to their maturity level. Most of the time this is with my older friends. So i just dull the characteristics that may negatively affect the thoughts of others.

Assume a Pose?.

When I'm with my close friends I act a lot different than I do when I'm with my family. Sometimes I feel bad that my family does not know the way I really am outside the house but if they knew I don't think they would approve. Its not that I'm a bad kid or anything, I just get very obnoxious and can draw a lot of attention to myself, when my family would rather keep a low profile.

When I'm with my friends I don't hold in my opinions or censor my language, I'm not afraid to made a fool of myself, and I can talk to them about anything, where with my family I can't do any of that. When I'm with my parents I don't swear, I'm not loud, & I act fairly responsible. If i acted the way I do with my family as I do with my friends there would be some issues. Its like my family doesn't understand what being a teenager is like, and they act like they skipped the teens years. School and friends houses are the only places I can be myself. It seems sad that my parents claim to know me, when they have no clue what happens when I walk out and close the front door everyday.

I feel the most like myself when I'm with my friends. Yeah, I do certain things that I would never do by myself, but who doesn't? Even with friends there is a certain amount of peer pressure that I tend to give in to, but its on things that won't hurt anything or anyone and that are not a very big deal.

I know that I feel bad that I can't be myself around my parents, but a lot of my friends are the same way, and keep certain things about themselves to themselves. I guess part of being a teenager is learning how to deal with parents that are not understanding and live two completely different lives at school and at home.

Favorite Memory

Great job on the favorite memory posts! I'll contribute one, too.

One of my favorite childhood memories was a slumber party for my friend Susan's birthday. I think it was either 2nd or 3rd grade, so I was either 7 or 8 years old. At that time, slumber parties were just about the coolest and most exciting thing in our lives. I remember being amazed that we were allowed to eat JUST macaroni and cheese for dinner at the party. I was used to my mother serving me well-balanced meals every night, so the idea of eating a big bowl of mac and cheese with no meat or vegetables to go with it was a thrill.

It was summertime, so we played outside after dinner. I remember it being warm, and we played some sort of game with water balloons. Summer nights are always so happy and carefree, and this was no exception.

The thing I remember most about the night, oddly enough, was watching the movie Ladybugs. Rodney Dangerfield plays a girls soccer coach who gets a boy (his son, I think?) to dress up as a girl to play for the team. We thought it was the most hilarious movie. More importantly, we were all in LOVE with Jonathan Brandis, who played the he-she soccer player. I wonder what ever happened to him? He doesn't even have a picture on imdb.com. I guess his career failed. Anyway, he was the first "celebrity crush" I ever had. I remember us all packed in together in our sleeping bags on the floor in Susan's basement. I stayed up later than I ever had in my life, feeling sort of guilty and thrilled about it at the same time.

The next morning when my mom came to pick me up, I felt this crushing sadness that it was over. I can't remember if I cried in front of my mom in the car, or waited until I got to my room at home, but I know I actually cried at some point. It's funny to me now, looking back, that I could've been THAT sad for a party to be over. This memory is special to me because it reminds me of those carefree childhood days. All the girls at the party were having fun together without a worry in the world. I wonder if Susan is on Facebook? I should look her up.

Favorite Memory

My favorite memory would have to be the time when I met tweety bird. My grandma used to take our family on a cruise every other year when I was little, this time it was The Big Red Boat. This boat was pretty much kid-orientated; there were Disney characters running around all over the boat 24/7.

Tweety Bird was my favorite character of all time when I was little. I had tweety sweaters, Tweety sheets and even Tweety light-up sneakers. We were half way through the vacation and all the excitement of being a cruise was coming to an end; I had seen all the shows, tried all the food and evidently gotten sick of the sea being the only thing to look at. My parents have always tried to surprise me with really meaningful gifts and experiences, and they decided that day would be one of those times.

The Day came to an end, and It was time for bed. After I brushed my teeth, I hopped into my flannel sheets and started falling asleep. Minutes later, I woke up to a huge yellow bird right above me. It scared me at first but when I realized who it was I jumped up and wrapped my arms and legs around him. I actually think I started to cry! I remember feeeling so lucky that I got to meet him.

After I settled down a little bit, he tucked me in. Everytime he tried leaving I jumped out of my bed so he hadf to tuck me in again. This still makes me smile, hands down BEST memory I have.

My favorite memory was when my mom and I went to see my brothers in Washington DC last summer. We left here at 6:00 am and made the first stop in New Jersey for some breakfast in Dunking’ Donuts. At 1:00 pm we got to DC and watched the World Cup game in the hotel. We were waiting for my brothers to finish work before going to see them. Finally around 7:00 pm we drove the five miles to their place. We got lost and I had to call my brother to help us find the house. They live in a neighborhood of hundreds of apartment buildings all close together. My brother came out and found us on the street.

I was so excited to see him because I hadn’t seen him for seven years and I didn’t know if it was him. He took us to the apartment where I saw my other brother. I did not recognize him any more either. We went out to have Mongolian Barbecue for dinner – my brother’s choice. We took some picture together before we came back to their house. At 10:00 pm my mom and I went back to the hotel. The next day we went to the National Zoo but it was so hot that the animals didn’t want to come outside. After we left the Zoo we had dinner in a restaurant called Pollo Campero - a restaurant where we used to eat when we were in my country.

The next day, July 4th, we went to the White House, the Washington Monument, and the Lincoln Memorial. We had dinner in Chinatown at Tony Chang’s and later that night, we sat on the lawn of the Capitol and watched the fireworks. That night it was so beautiful outside and thousands of people from all over the world were there but more special was that my brothers were there with me. It was so important to me because I haven’t seen them for a long time and I wanted to see them pretty badly. It was nice to talk to them in my two dialects, to share stories of the past and to eat homemade tamales – our favorite food in my country.

Lovin' This Memory

One of my most precious memories is the night me and a group of my friends went on a camping adventure. It was just turning into Fall, probably around late September, and we all decided that it would be a good night to go deep into the woods, and just hang out this one night before it got too cold. We started setting up camp at around 6, and it was already getting dark. We had to make several trips up to where we planned on camping, and that was probably about a mile walk. Once we had brought up all the equipment and set up the tent and everything, we realized that we didn't bring any fire wood. So we walked back to my friends house, and when we got there, another one of my friends just happened to show up. We were all excited cause we weren't expecting to see him, and he stayed with us as well. For the rest of the night, we just hung out by the fire, and had a good night of hanging out.

The next morning, we all woke up at around six o' clock because we wanted to get the day started early. We broke down camp, and went back to my friends house and made peanut butter sandwiches. After we wolfed those down, we were all really excited to go on an adventure through the woods, on our way to the general store to buy a pizza. As we walked through the wilderness, we were all laughing and having a good time. One of my friends went berserk, and knocked over a substantially large tree. We all cracked up, even though we were all a bit frightened. But eventually we made it out of the woods, and on to this dirt road near where i live. We walked around a corner and down a hill on Old Sawmill Road, and as soon as we reached the bottom, you could see Bungee Lake, and it was honestly one of the prettiest things I'd ever seen. The sun was shining so bright, and vivid, and the warmth it gave off was magnificent. As we kept walking, we came across a dam with a bridge over it. We walked over the bridge like we normally would, but as we were coming to the end of it, my friend looked down and saw the largest snapping turtle he ever saw. It was easily twenty-five pounds, and it was quite the shocker. We wanted to play with it, but that probably wouldn't have been smart, and we knew it.

We still kept walking, making our way to the store, and by now we had probably walked three or four miles. We were coming down this very steep hill on a back road, and at the base of the hill was a little private beach. We took a break there for a while, and just relaxed for a bit. Once we started walking again, we noticed a dog tied to a tree. At first glance, the dog looked like it only had three legs, and it was really quite shocking. Everyone freaked out for a few seconds, and then we looked back at the dog, and it had four legs and was completely normal. Who knows why we thought it was three legged. I guess your imagination just gets the best of you sometimes. Anyway, we kept walking to the store and got there about fifteen minutes later.

Once we got there, one of my friends went in and bought some soda and ordered a taco pizza. It's all that I wanted to eat, and we were all talking about it the whole walk there. Myself and everyone else went outside and sat at some picnic tables. It was nice to have something to drink, and just chill for a bit. After waiting for twenty minutes after ordering the pizza, the waitress came out and told us our pizza was ready. My friend went in again to get it, and as he went to pay, he realized that we were three or four dollars short. So instead of the woman just allowing us to get the pizza she had already made, she took it back to the kitchen, and left us out to dry.

At this point, i was really angry, and hungry, and just ready to go home and relax. I had a fun day, but it was time for it to end. So we all walked back to my friends house, got picked up, and that was it. Nothing really too eventful happened in this specific memory, but it was something that I really enjoyed, and won't ever forget.

Favorite Memory

My favorite memory is when I was playing football freshman year with my friend Dale. During warm ups we were just throwing the football back and forth and he ran a pattern and I was supposed to throw it to him. When I did he caught the ball and tripped over the big bag of footballs and fell straight on his face. Ha. And then coach saw it and threw the football at him when he was lying down and it hit him straight in the face, again. This memory is important to me because every time I see him I think of this and it makes me laugh all the time. It’s very special to me because it was the funniest thing to happen to me that I can remember. I also like the pranks that I pull on all my friends. They are special to me because they give me a good memory and laugh.

I also like the memory of playing catch everyday with my dad in my driveway at my old house before the school bus came. We would play catch for about 20 minutes and then my bus would come and I would throw him my glove and he would throw me my bag and I would get on my bus. We also played football and basketball before the bus came. This was a very good memory for me because I like to just think back on it and how fun it was.

Childhood Memory

My entire life has been filled with exciting times, expensive gifts, and travels throughout the world. While such things are very enjoyable, and living with a family that is able to do these types of activities whenever they want is as well, there are always some memories that tend to stick with you more than others. One favorite memory could be my first trip to Italy, France, Germany, or Ireland. Others could include Birthday and Christmas gifts such as a Fountain 42 Lightning cruiser, or a Sea Doo RXP, amongst many other vehicles and the like, and any of these things could be considered to be the most amazing highlights of most ordinary people’s lives, however once things like this become the norm for everyday living, the excitement is not dampened, but the feeling of how special something truly is becomes more difficult to understand. Keeping the stories of such wealth quiet or, in my case, anonymous, is one of the best ways to prevent one from getting the feeling of misrepresented self-importance. This is exactly what I have done for as long as I can remember, and it is entirely due to the teachings of my family who have been keeping our affluence quiet for many generations.

It is because of these “lessons” that I have been able to retain the views of what is truly important in life: family. As such, my most cherished, non-material memory is when I learned that my sister, married for several years, was about to have a child. She was thirty four at the time, and I was eight. Needless to say, aside from school, I had grown up without any kind of sibling or person my age that was related to me, and the prospect of becoming an Uncle was something I saw as a great blessing. When he was born, and I was able to go to see him for the first time with my parents a few days afterwards, I can see now that I have never looked forward to something as much as I did the day I got to meet my first nephew. This joy was not to be forgotten at all; indeed it was renewed when, about five years later, my sister had another son. I am always very grateful for the incredibly privileged life I live, however I am never as appreciative of this as I am the opportunity to be an Uncle, and hopefully a good role model, for my two nephews.

My Favorite Memories

One of my favorite times in life was when I was around six or seven and there were no problems in life, everything was great. I was able to go to school and finger paint, have recess and just have fun with my friends. There was no useless high school shit like who said what about someone, who hates who for no reason, etc. That kind of stuff annoys the hell out of me, especially when I hear people obsessing about it. In elementary school everyone was fine with everyone, all of life’s worries and problems were non-existent. I was happy to go to school, and I was even happier to come home when mostly all my friends were my neighbors. The three of them came over almost every day, and every day we found something to do. When you’re in 2nd grade, you can find ways to entertain yourself with no problem.

There was one thing my friends and I always loved to do, and that was play Nintendo 64. At that time, the Nintendo 64 was the newest console and we thought the games were amazing. There was Legend of Zelda, Golden Eye, Mario Kart, Banjo Kazooie and a bunch of other games we played constantly. Even now I love playing these old games because they’re so nostalgic and remind me of great times.

I don’t really have one specific favorite memory that I hold on to, it’s just that general time period. I was actually happy in school, I had fun almost every day after school and on weekends and my parents were still together and were still happy with their marriage (They divorced while I was in the 5th grade). Those three kids I hung around with were my closest friends, and they still are my friends today even though one has moved to Illinois and another goes to a different school. It’s funny how different life is as a little kid.

I'd say my favorite memory must have been when me, my brothers, and my dad went to our first redsox game. We went up to Boston right after school ended. It took us a while to get to Fenway because we stopped somewhere to eat lunch. Then when we finally got there we didnt go right in, we walked around Fenway and went in the sports stores that they have all around it. After we got out of the stores we went into Fenway and went straight to our seats for the start of the game. right after the first inning my brother stayed at the concession stands for just about the rest of the game. All he did was walk around all of Fenway and buy food or a drink whenevr he felt like it. He missed a really good game, they were down by six runs heading into the eighth inning but they came back to win it. Everyone was going crazy and it was so much fun. After the game we drove home and didn't get home until about one.

my favorite memory

My favorite memory happened when I was about 14 years old. Barely anyone had shown up for our hockey game that saturday but all of the other team had shown up, we only had one substitute for the entire first line and that was all. I played center for every shift of all three periods and for some reason I had more energy then ever before. since we were so short handed the league decided the game would be played 4 on 4 rather then the usual 5 on 5.

In the first period alone I had scored 2 goals but I wasnt done there. In the second period I scored a third goal giving me my first hat trick of the season, the best I had ever played was unfolding on that ice. I was doing moves I had never even tried before and always pulling them off, iv never been able to duplicate them unfortunately but it was nice while it lasted. then came the last period.

Up 3 to 0 and the other team scored while my coach called me over to the bench for a second because he saw I had been slowly loosing steam so he called a timeout to let me sit and take a drink after the other team had scored. and boy when I came back on the ice i felt a hole lot better and ready to make up for that goal. With 7 minutes left in the game I scored another 3 goals always right off the center ice face off. it felt so good. 2 hat tricks in one game. I felt so alive and accomplished, and I think that thanks to that game I won the most improved player award for that season, too bad I tied for the award with the goalie that I had scored the double trick on, but it wasnt her fault for that game, it was her defensmen haha.

Yankess Redsox Rivalry

The excitment of going to my first Yankee was killing me while I waited those two days to go. It was during the summer of 2009 that my mom had purchased baseball tickets to go see the Yankees play the Redsox at Fenway Park. We were going with my aunt and my cousin and they happen to be Redsox fans so their was a love hate tension on the ride. We all met up at a Dunkin Donuts in Massachusettes to car pool to the game.

We arrived at 11am to Fenway park for the game that is scheduled to start at 1pm. It wasn't a nice day, it was gloomy and their was on and off rain constantly. Me and my mom split up from my aunt to go watch the yankees warm up. As we were walking aroundi noticed my favortie player was warming up , my favorite player is Joba Chamberlain. When he was done throwing he walked backed to the Yankees dug out and I was being loud and cheering for him and he walked over to me and threw me the ball he was using to warm up with. I didn't have a sharpie to get an auto graph but him giving me the ball was good enough. The yankes won that game 5-3.

Marshmallows!!!

My favorite memory would have to be when I was with my best friend. At that time she lived with me, my sister, and my parents. This was over summer vacation and every night we would stay up really late because we weren’t tired. One night we were hungry for a midnight snack so we went down to the kitchen and decided to have marshmallows. We both took forks to stick the marshmallows on, but we couldn’t find lighters to light them. We looked everywhere and finally we came up with an idea; we found my mom’s candle jar and inside we both took two of these little white candles that my mom uses to burn her tarts with so the room smells good. It was such a good idea, it was a lot better than using a lighter because after every marshmallow you only had to just put another over the flame, you didn’t have to keep trying to light it which sometimes takes forever for a lighter to do.
That whole night we couldn’t stop laughing, we just kept telling jokes and we also came up with a name for the whole marshmallow over the candle thing….we named it ghetto marshmallows. It was just so funny, that’s the best memory I ever had with a friend, and I’ll never forget it. Now she lives in Groton and I never talk to her anymore, but I’ll always remember the good times.

Sox Rule

The year was 2004, I was standing in my living room and heart pounding as me and my dad watched the big game everyone in New England was watching. Edgar Rentaria of the ST. Louis Cardinals hits a blooper back to the pitcher Keith Foulke, who grabs the ball and lightly tosses it back to the first baseman for the out. The crowd goes wild and the entire northeast corner of America (and New York City) sat in disbelief as for the first time in 86 years the Boston Red Sox won the World Series and the curse was finally over.
I’ll never forget all my favorite players running to the pitcher’s mound, Jason Varitek, David Ortiz, Manny Ramirez, and Orlando Cabrera all Jumping around in excitement. For years before this Red Sox fans have gone season after season with broken hearts and sporting the phrase “threes always next year.” But this year it was our year. No longer would we have to listen to those Yankee fans chanting “1918!” or “who’s your daddy!” This year we can rub it the ‘evil empire’ face that the red Sox were on top. I remember watching the news shortly after and the entire city of Boston was all Chaos. Cars were being flipped, people running everywhere and everyone screaming. Being a huge red Sox fan I this was a huge deal to me, I remember watching 03 ALDS being blown by Grady little leaving Pedro Martinez In who later blew the game. I remember watching the clip of Bill Buckner at first base watching the ball go right under his legs and watching the Mets take the series lead and later going to the World Series. The special thing about it was that for generation red Sox fans lived and went and never got to see that world series trophy go to the red Sox but I can say proudly I was part of that generation that watched the 04 world series and the 07 world series and finally I can hold my head high and say “Yankees suck” and have something to back it up with.

My favorite memory is when me and my two friends built this fort in the woods, It was at one of my friend's house and she has alot of woods around her house and one day we were out in the woods and we found this really cool like little stone pond and this weird little swamp, so we decided to build a fort near it. The easiest way to get out to where are fort was going to be was to walk around the back of my friends pond.


It would have been really hard to get stuff to build a fort by walking all the way out there, so instead we would load up all the stuff we needed to take out there and put it on this raft and paddle are way across the pond to the back. Once we got there it was really hard to get back to are spot because it was all swampy. We would have to put boards down so we could walk across and carry all of are things. It was really hard to build are fort it took us like all weekend, We had to make a bridge to get across the swamp over to are fort to, so we had to stand in this gross cold mud stuff to build are bridge. We wanted to paint are fort to. So we painted it bright lime green. We didn't buy anything for this fort all the stuff we used we took from her grandmas barns and anywhere else we could find wood and nails. We never put a roof on are fort because we got to lazy. The only rule my friends dad had given us was he did not want to be able to see the fort from his house. But now when you look at the living room window you can see this ugly bright green shack right in the middle of the woods. This is one of my favorite memory's because it was really fun when we were building our fort and we had alot of fun, and i think its funny that my friends dad has to look at our horrible fort everyday.

A Favorite Memory

A favorite memory of mine is when I went to Misquamicut Beach with my aunt, my uncle, two cousins, and my brother when I was fourteen. I helped my four-year-old cousin dig a huge hole in the sand. Unfortunately, we started digging too close to the water, so the waves kept filling our hole with water and sand. My little cousin was using the only shovel we had, so I had to dig with my hands, but I didn't mind. I was just glad to be spending time with him. After a while, I gave up digging the hole and wanted to go swimming, so my uncle watched my little cousin so I could. I played in the gigantic waves and teased my other cousin and my brother, both of whom were twelve. Later, my uncle told my twelve-year-old cousin and me to watch my four-year-old cousin. We decided to take turns watching him. During my turns to watch him, I played in the shallow water with him and made sure not to play too rough with him- after all, he was only four. While my twelve-year-old cousin watched him, I looked for pretty shells, talked to my aunt, and played in the deeper water.

This memory is really special to me because I enjoy playing with my little cousin so much. He is a cute kid, and he says the funniest things. This memory is also important to me because it was one of the few times my aunt took me to the beach, and the only time I got to spent time with my twelve-year-old cousin at the beach. Most of the time he only pays attention to my brother. I like being around him because I can tease him and he doesn't get mad at me for it. He just teases me right back, and I like that. We have a lot of fun when we do. This memory is one of my favorites because I got to hang out with him, my little cousin, and my aunt so much.

My favorite memory might be when I would lay on my living room floor while my dad watched TV. We had this really ugly, small square pillow that was dark blue and had anchors and other weird pictures on it. I don't know why I liked laying on the floor so much. I remember it being really uncomfortable and at the time I hated it. I think most of all I hated the feeling of laying on that rug. It was almost itchy and irritating. Now that I think about it I don't understand why I never got a blanket or even sat in another chair. I remember feeling secretive and like it was a privilege to watch TV with him.

My dad would always put on the TV land channel and watch a bunch of old black and white reruns. I really hated that too. I don't even think I actually ever even watched the shows. I think I would spend the entire time day dreaming or tracing the pattern on the pillow with my finger until I fell asleep. I think my favorite part was when he himself would gradually drift into a deep sleep, and I would start to devise all these plans to successfully go into the kitchen and get a snack. I was never allowed to have one before dinner. I remember I would stare at him all worried and anxious before I got up, just to make sure he wasn't awake. I would get so paranoid that the littlest of body movement would wake him up. He never caught me once, and I don't think I've ever actually told him I did this.

I'm surprised at how well I actually remember this. I watched TV with him almost everyday. I remember every time The Andy Griffith Show came on he'd whistle along to the theme song, and it made me truly happy. I'd ask him every time to teach me how to whistle but I could never learn. I don't understand why this is my favorite memory, especially since I partly hated everything about it. I'm starting to realize that maybe it's because while growing up, and even now, I never had a close relationship with my dad. That was one of the few times we actually bonded. And while rarely speaking or even looking at each other.

Memory

I don't have any "one" favorite memory. I have many but one that was really great was when I met Tyler. I can still see the sweater he was wearing, it was orange and yellow and brown, he was standing around with his friends and he was playing hacky-sack. They were talking about Tyler eating things for money. then they told me a story about eating 20 pieces of already chewed gum for ten dollars. I thought it was weird but Tyler's a cool kid, I mean, a little weird I guess, but hes still pretty cool. We’ve been friends ever since, and we had a few classes together since then. But on that day we had so much fun, we went to his house and played Xbox then went to Mcdonalds.
         We played Call of Duty 4, and we played online with people all over the world. We couldn't Decide which type of game to play, so we just chose free-for-all. Tyler was insane at Call of Duty, he got sixty kills and three deaths. He was much better than I was at this game. When it was my turn to play I got thirty one kills and sixteen deaths. After we got tired of that game, we put in Forza Motorsport 2 which is a simulation racing game and we raced against each other in split screen mode. The first time we raced I crashed because Tyler used his car to put my car into the end of the barrier separating the pit from the track and it destroyed my engine. When we raced a second time, we were side by side and I pushed his car in the dirt and he spun in a circle. When he was spinning in a circle his back tires got on the pavement and popped from burning out, smoke was everywhere. Tyler got mad because he was so far away from the pit and shut off the Xbox. So we decided to go and get McDonalds, we each ordered two big macs and a large fry with a soda. Meeting Tyler was one of my fondest memories.

A favorite memory

       The memory that I'm about to tell you is one of my favorite memories. This memory is not the only favorite one that I have, I have a lot more, but this memory always makes me cry when I remember it. I used to live in a poor country. And it was very difficult to find a job. My mom was the only one working and it was very hard to raise four kids at that time. One day my parents decided that my dad needed to go to a different country for a job, because some other countries had a really nice economy and he could support us with some money. He became an emigrant in Italy.
      
        I was in third grade, I lived with my mom, my 2 sisters my brother and my grandma. My dad was  in a different country, in Italy, for almost four years. Every day we talked to him on the phone and we missed him a lot. He didn't had his citizenship papers done yet so he had to stay there.
      
         One day he called us and he said that he is coming because his lawyer said that the papers were all set. We were so excited that day, when we told the news to my grandma she started crying because she was happy. My dad was happy too because he finally was going to see his son after 4 years because my mom was pregnant when he left.

         I think it was Friday  and it was after school and I was so excited to see my father. I didn't even recognized him, he had changed a lot , and I was only 5 when he left. I cried when I saw him, he did too. He was so happy to meet us all including his mother. This memory is special to me because finally we were a family again and we were all happy. It felt kind of weird when we had a father in our house, because we weren't used to it. This was an important day for us because we finally had to talk to our dad face to face and not through the phone. That was the happiest day of my life and my favorite memory.

My favorite memory

My favorite memory would probably be when I got to see my niece for the first time. That would probably be my favorite memory because the first time when I heard that my brothers' girlfriend was pregnant i got really excited and i wanted to know if it was a girl or a boy and, of course, I had to wait a couple of weeks. Before when we would find out we would try to figure out some names for a girl and or a boy, but we couldn't figure it out. So that week when we found out it was a girl we got a name, her name was going to be Kaytlyn, it was such a pretty name. But the problem was that my brother and his girlfriend were moving to California, so I couldn't see her the day she was born. So months and months went on and we would always call and we would have the baby on the phone and we would hear her little cry it was so adorable. Then, I heard that they were coming up to visit for a couple week.

I was soo excited because I finally got to see ny baby niece. So the day came that they came down to visit and I couldn't wait to get home from school to see her. When I got home I had to wait probably about an hour and when they finally got to the house, I saw her, held her and I didn't want to let her go. Everyday I would wake and go to school. But everytime that I would come home from school, I would try to hurry up do my homework, and chores, if I had any, and I would go in the living room sit on the floor and play with her.

Favorite Memory

My favorite memory would have to be when I went on vacation with my best friend Nichole. I went with her and her family for a week to hershey park. We missed a few days of school because of this trip but it was completely worth it. We stayed in a condo type room and got our own sleeping space. We went on this ride called Apollo's Charriot. This was one of the highest and fastest rollar coasters i have ever been on. while waiting in line there was this video showing the rollar coaster and all it can do. I became anxious, but Nichole and her Brother were there to ride with me. We approached the gate and then we entered the coaster. As we sat down pull fastened these pull down to secure us within the seat of the coaster.

The coaster began to approach the first drop,it was a complete ninety degree drop. We reached the top and then there we went. The coaster had its fair share of drops and twists but the part that made we the happiest was it never went upside down. This ride made me an inch closer to the day I ride a flipping and stomach turning coaster. The time we spent on the ride went by quick, since the coaster was so fast and fun. Right as we got off, we were already back in line to ride again. I will never forget the time Nichole encouraged me to go on to this rollar coaster.
The vacation also consisted of many theme parks and pool time. This would have to be my favorite memory of all.

Favorite Memory

My favorite memory is probally the time when I was bringing my friend home from work and were driving along when I pass a 92 mustang 5.0. He wants me to spin em but I don't so I turn around as fast as I can cause my friend told me so. I sped up to him and we were both drifting courners and such... then we got stuck behing this red suv. So when the straight away comes we both fly by the guy going like 80 then we hit a bigger straight away.

Then the fun began we both hit about 120 and were racing through eastford and woodstock. We eventually came to stop sign where we both stopped and we were talkin bout random stuff then turned different ways and I dropped off my friend at his house. This was some of the best time i've had in my car and I love doing stuff like that so this would be one of my favorite memories.

My favorite memory would have to been a sleep over with a good friend of mine. We used to hangout all the time, every weekend we were together. We used to play really stupid games in my basement. We came up with stupid games to play, but it didn't seen stupid at the time, it kept us occupied. She was over my house all the time. I think we were together every weekend possible.
We were inseparable, I met her in 6th grade, she was new to my school, and at first I thought she was a geek, but then we became really good friends. We were friends up until the end of 8th grade. As freshman is high school we hated each other, we grew apart and never talked anymore. Then last year in bio we had assigned seats, and we were forced to sit next to each other. We both thought it was the end of the world. But actually it got us talking again. We sat next to each other in that class, and got our selves into trouble, we got yelled at constantly for talking and fooling around, It was worth it I have missed the old time that her and i had. Its nice to have my best friend back(:

Growing uup

One of my favorite memories is when I was younger and hung out with one of my friends. We would play some of the stupidest things and I never knew if we were the only ones that played games like that but they were fun at the time. Me and my friend would pretend we worked in a crime lab, and we would "run tests" and solve crimes. we would stay up late at night pretending to go from crime seen to crime scene and printing up reports. we took old type writers and typed reports, took cardboard and drew bodies on then, used old phones and answered calls, it was just like we where the in a real office. It seems stupid now but at time it was a blast.

I never realized how much these memories would mean to me until we got into a huge fight and didn't talk for almost two years. We had so many good times together and were almost inseparable, and playing CSI was something that became a necessity every time me hung out. But people grow out of games they played when they were little, and you loose friends, its just a fact of life, but im happy that this friendship didn't end forever. We sat in biology next to eachother and at first we thought the teacher was the dumbest person ever for putting us next to each other, but now I think we should actually thank our teacher because by the end of the year we were good friends again, and thank god. (:

Write about a favortie memory describe it. why was it important to you? what was speacial about it?

My favorite memory would have to be the first time I went to New Jersey It was my mom, brother,my moms boyfriend at the time,Ken and his two kids and me. We went to the Via Docks, the Via docks is a 55 foot bridge we went twice, we went shopping and went to a fair that was in town about 20 minutes from our hotel. I was about 7 years old and I was so excited to go bridge jumping for the first time I couldn't sleep the night before. It was an hour drive away from us once we got there we parked in a random parking lot with nothing but woods around, I looked at my mom and start getting mad because it looked like we were in the middle of no where. You had to walk around 15 minutes in the woods to even hear the sound of water, I was getting so mad I didn't know I would have to walk to it i thought it would be right there but I was just so excited to get there I started to run. I finally see the bridge and I start getting scared, I didn't wanna jump off of it at all. it was way to high up.

My brother finally picked me up and dragged me up the hill after he went off about 3 times. I was just about to jump off the bridge when someone said "watch out, watch out, move out of the way, get off the bridge" everyone moves out of the way this kid comes racing done the hill on a bike and I was like what he is not gonna do this. but yes he went right off the bridge with the bike and right then and there I was like if he can go off the bridge on a bike I can jump off the bridge. at that moment I closed my eyes, and jumped. It felt like I was falling forever. I loved it, hitting the water hurt a little because it was so far up. But I would do it again in a heart beat, it was the highlight of the trip to New Jersey because i never even heard of something like this when I was in 5Th grade, no one my friends ever talked about it and to be the first time of doing something so heart racing was amazing and I was so glad I finally did it.

My Favorite Memory!

When I was 14 years old my whole family took our fist family trip to Sedona Arizona. On the trip it was my mom, dad, and sister. Who also tagged along was my grandma, grandpa, my aunt Christen with her son (Cousin Ben) and her husband (Uncle Mark). It was my grandparents treat and idea to take us all on a family vacation so they paid for air fare and rooming.

We left on October 14 for a long flight of what I could remember was around 7 ½ hours long direct flight from Boston MA. When we arrived to Arizona we landed in Phoenix we had to rent a vehicle and then we drove for about 2 hours to Sedona where we were staying at the Diamond Resort. It was nice traveling so far away with our close family with us because it made it feel like we never really left thousands and hundreds of miles away.

Our main reason why we picked Arizona to visit was to see the most memorable and most visited place in the world, the Grand Canyon. After we got all settled at our resort the next morning bright and early we will head out for another long drive to the canyon. The next day my sister and I were so excited for see the Grand Canyon! I knew what the Grand Canyon was but I didn't really knew what it looked like and underestimated in my mind how big and deep a hole could be.

We set out on our 2 hour drive to the canyon but it felt like 4. But because of all of the mountains and just the scenery outside the car window made all "4" hour’s worth it! When we got to the gate entrance of the national park my mother and father demanded that my sister and I should close our eyes. We didn't understand how could we see the Grand Canyon with our eyes closed? But we did complaining and crying the whole time.

In darkness knowing that there was so much to see I felt the car shut off. I was so temped to open my eyes but I didn't. My mother walked with me and my father walked with my sister. They guided our way in the darkness as if we were blind. All I could think of was all the people that were looking at me wondering why my eyes were closed. I stumbled over stairs as I walked up and down.

I finally stood still touching in front of me a cold metal bar. My mother and father informed my sister and I that we could open our eyes. As my eyes shot open right in front of me that the GRAND CANYON! As my eyes bugged in and out to the side and back it was the most amazing and best memory that I have ever had. Today I am happy that I controlled myself to keep my eyes closed because in the end it was so worth it!

Most of all this vacation was the most important because we got to spend close time with our family. Because of that trip I feel that my sister and I got closer and bonded a lot during the trip. Also we got to know each other better; there were many laughs and tons of memories that are still brought up in conversations today at family gatherings.

This trip was just so special to me just becuase of the sight of the Grand Canyon the memory will always be in my mind as long as I live. It was very special how my mom and dad had us open our eyes to the canyon. Maybe someday with my own kids I will have them keep their eyes closed like what my mom and dad did to me!

best memory

My best memory was when i was in northern New York about ten miles from Canada, fishing in butter feild lake. On my third cast out into the water, i felt a huge tug immediately after the lure hit the water. I was only reeling it in for about three or four seconds and all of a sudden it felt like the hooks were snagged on an underwater weed or a rotten log. In other words it became very difficult to reel in. I knew i ether had a really nice fish on the end of the line, or i was going to lose a lure to the lake. It took me about four minutes to real it in, my rod was bending into an arc shape. And it was definitely a fish i caught because it was fighting as hard as it could. By the time that i got the fish out of the water it was flailing with all of its' might and it was trying to get away in any way possible.

The second it popped out of the water i knew that it was a good sized large mouth bass. Once i had it on the shore i took a good look at it and it was about 5 or 6 pounds. It was a really good catch. It was important because it showed me how much i love to fish. I ended up filleting it myself, cooking it over the fire and eating it that night. Fish is really good for you and if it is the right kind of fish and you make it the right way, it can be delicious. I've caught many other fish since then, but none so far as big as that one.

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