My favorite poem is “Take Me Out Of The Bathtub” by Alan Katz. “Take Me Out Of The Bathtub” is a great poem because it’s a silly and reminds me of my childhood. Every time I read it, it reminds me of the hundreds of times I’d read it before. The illustration with the poem (by David Catrow) really seem to capture the view of a child. Don’t let me just tell you about it though, read it for yourself!
Vroom! Vroom! Vroom-vroom! I race my toy cars through the mud and across the finish-line. Victory! I will never forget the countless hours I spent playing with my beloved toy cars.
Not only were they fun to race, they look like they cost a million dollars! With custom tires, rims, hood, and a slick body, nobody could resist how cool they are. I remember my favorite car, a blue, low-lying Hotwheels sports car with meaty tires, and topped with a half-car windshield. Many other similar designs, crazy cool designs, keep me hooked on my toy cars still today. Toy cars just look cool.
I’m done telling you about just how cool my toy cars are, take a look for yourselves. Click on the video below to check out some fantastic Hotwheels.
Although Hotwheels are cool, my old box of a hundred toy cars represents more than that to me. Those toy cars remind me what it is like to be boy, have fun, and spend a little time in the mud under a hot sun. Long after The wheels break off from my favorite car, and the colors don’t shine bright anymore , I will still love it. I will love it for the memories it holds, and for the reminder of the treasures of childhood.
Warm weather, live music, and friendly people— Austin is a great place to live.
First of all, music in Austin is great— we’ve been crowned Live Music Capitol of the world. Austin has an assortment of music festivals, including South-By-Southwest and ACL. You can’t walk more than two blocks downtown without hearing a local musician playing— if you’re lucky you may hear the occasional Willy Nelson. You can’t beat the music of Austin.
Even if you don’t like music, you can’t beat the kindness of Austonians. People enjoy each other so much that they write things like “Hi how are you?” and “I love you so much!” on the walls of buildings. It seems like at least ten strangers ask me how I’m doing everyday! Austin is by far the friendliest city I’ve ever been to.
If you ever find yourself in a bad mood —nothing a little live music and friendly people can’t fix— come to Austin. You may find yourself so in love with Austin that you want to move here! Don’t ever question it again— AUSTIN IS THE BEST CITY EVER!!!
Live music Capitol of the world,
Free spirited,
And enough warmth for everyone,
Austin, Texas is a great place to live.
Come to the warmth of the sun smiling upon your face— just maybe a little too fiercely,
Come to the refreshing lake,
Come to a place without worries,
Come to Austin.
Time can never change the free spirits,
Or the, “Hi how are you?” on the wall,
And the “I love you so much ” on another,
Time can’t change Austin.
A day downtown,
With Peter-Pan Mini-golf,
And a snow cone from Sno-Beach,
A day in Austin.
Live music,
Lively people,
And warm weather,
Austin is almost perfect— almost.
Hi How Are You. Digital image. I Want Pop. N.p., 11 Mar. 2014. Web. 23 Mar. 2014.
Let’s just say my family is a little odd. My Dad and younger sister have dark brown hair, my Mom and younger brother have blond hair, and my older brother and I have red hair. Now, that’s not all, over the past thirteen years my family has owned three golden retrievers, three hermit crabs, three hamsters, a lizard, forty fish, and a rat.
Although my family is very different, we still love a good game of football. It is not an uncommon sight to see my family on a couch intensively watching a football game while subconsciously stuffing our faces with my Dad’s homemade queso.
In addition, my family loves to travel. Thanks to my great parents I’ve been to the Galápagos Islands, Africa, New Zealand, St. John Island, Belize, Ecuador, and almost every state in the US.
As far as I go, I like to do a lot of things. Such as playing football, basketball, tennis, swimming, reading, and playing the guitar for starters. I enjoy Italian food with a good salad, and tend to bug my friends a little bit with my very mild OCD.
In conclusion, I like my family, and enjoy a diverse range of activities. I’m proud to be an American, and proud to be living my little old life. Make sure to read my upcoming and past post, write to you later!
I’m rolling on the ground; clutching my smoking, bloody mess of a hand. Throbbing in the back of my half-conscious head I hear my subconscious mind scolding me: you should have listened… you should have listened…
Backtrack five minutes, my Dad is strolling through the garage and sees my family and me using the treadmill as a slide. It was just a simple game, harmless, fun, yet my Dad told us to stop playing on the treadmill. Ignorantly we decided we knew better and just kept on playing.
Why didn’t we stop? Not even five minutes later I was smugly pushing off after a rather successful ride when my hand caught in the space between the tread and the metal plate. Ahhrrgg!! The pain crept up my hand slowly – excruciatingly slowly – as if slow torture. I felt each morsel of skin, each muscle melting as I sat helplessly clawing at the treadmill. Time ticked slowly as smoke and blood fill the room. My smirk melted into a mask of anguish. I looked down and saw that all the remorseless treadmill had left of my hand was a bloody blob; I’m just lucky that I still have all five fingers.
Always listen to your parents.
Looking back I realize that listening to your parents is the best thing that you can do because they can teach you lessons, without you personally having to make the mistake (go through the pain).
Today I want to share with you something amazing, something that will go home thinking about, and maybe even what you do everyday.
About a year ago I was visiting my cousins in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. I was was offered an oddly textured, orange drink by my cousin. I took a sip and was surprised that that it was… GREAT. Being a young, calculating type, I asked what was in the drink, and the answer surprised me even more… just carrots, oranges, and apples! My cousin started showing off this thing that he called a juicer, it looked like a mix between a blender, food processor, a box, and a pipe.
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That night we watch a documentary about about juicing called, Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead. It is about a man who is, well, fat..sick…and nearly dead. He starts only drinking from his juicer for sixty days, no food! Then he…WAIT! I can’t tell you the ending, you’ll just have to watch it to find out. Lets just say that by the end of the movie I was inspired, and I think you will be inspired too. Just watch it!