Scott, our little brother and alcohol enthusiast arrived looking as though he hadn't slept in a week. He wanted to retain his place as the favorite, so he was going to have to suffer through an entire holiday dinner without beer.
He and I shared a look, the same look every year, It's mine this year. As soon as everyone arrived, Nonnie wanted us seated at the table. Each person sat down, and she busily ran around filling plates with yams stuffed into hollowed out orange halves, green beans covered in crisp onions, and fruit salad mingled with marshmallows and walnuts.
The fact that I had been a vegetarian for twenty years didn't stop her from serving me a helping of ham and bacon. Just to be questioned later, "Why arent you eating? Meanwhile, I glared at Scott, and his restless demeanor revealed he was up to no good. His mind was obviously racing as fast as mine. Luckily, I had the advantage.
Being sober, and all. I was thinking, If I pushed my way through the kitchen door first, and made it through the garage without getting nervous, I could be the first one in the back yard, and the Egg was as good as mine. Scott got up to go into the kitchen and I followed, paranoid. I forgot that the main threat was Brian, and left him unattended in the sun room.
While I wasn't looking, Brian snuck out. It didn't take Scott and me long to figure out what was happening, and the battle was on. I was able to kick a box of Tide laundry detergent under Scott's feet as we ran through the garage, and send him sailing into the washing machine. I raced out and started grabbing hard boiled eggs with a fervor that looked as though they led straight to the coveted golden egg.
Scott was now in the game, and the pressure was really on. Brian's wild desire was betrayed by his confident gait. If I didnt know better, I'd think he didnt even consider us a threat. During the madness I was struck with sudden inspiration: Keep my eyes on Brian and at the first sign of recognition--dive. He wanted the egg, but I didn't think he was willing to risk injury to get it.
All the while Nonnie looked on with joy, viewing toddlers dressed in their Sunday best instead of middle aged siblings still fighting over petty change. After nearly fifteen minutes of searching, it was obvious; the egg was no where to be found. We had scoured that yard, and it simply was not there. Frustrated, we turned away from the hunt and back to each other with puzzled looks on our faces.
Hands full of nothing but worthless hard boiled eggs, we were perplexed. We all turned to Nonnie and asked, "Wheres the egg? It was cracked, I threw it away. Brian picked up the trash can, and just before he dumped the contents on the garage floor Nonnie yelled, "It's not in there!
It's in the recycle bin. He bent down and started rummaging through the city issued waste receptacle, tossing plastic milk jugs and cans onto the ground as we all looked on in bewilderment. Finally, there at the very bottom sat the irreplaceable Golden Egg. Brian grabbed it and held it victoriously above his head, still the reigning champion. I threatened, "You had better enjoy it Brother, because your luck has just run out.
All he had to do was let one of us find the egg and it would be over. I hoped he would make the right decision next year and let me find it. I was four years old, but I can still remember that day.
I am the only daughter and have two brothers older than me. Being the only girl, my dolls were more than my toys; they were my friends. Each one had its own name. The most precious and loved doll was Carlota. Her face was like a party plate; her eyes were like two chocolate cookies rounded by big eyelashes that seemed caramel. She had a big smile that made her cheeks look like two strawberries What child doesn't want to see a dessert every day , and her dress was blue as the sky.
When I held her in my arms, I felt as if she were cotton candy. My brothers always told me that Carlota was Chucky's sister the horror movie , but for me, she was a priceless doll that I had --even though she was a rag doll. I didn't mind having a Barbie. I used to leave her on the sofa before going to school. It also trains them to be responsible citizens of our country, and, which is very important, it develops personal fitness.
The BSA has been building the future country leaders through the combination of lifelong values and educational activities based on the game method.
Now, for more than a century, this organization has not changed its values, and continues helping youth, which is building conscientious, responsible, valuable citizens of local, national and world community and productive leaders of society BSA, Every summer I was waiting for the holidays to come in order to go and join my grandfather in camping.
Although you spend couple of weeks outdoors, you do not only become physically strong there; every similar study moment makes you also more adjustable to the society rules and principles. My grandfather taught my mother how to be the scout, and tht is how my mother met my father. My brother and I were educated according to the scouting methodology as well. All our life could be compared to the existence in the strong fortress, which protected us from all the evil outside.
My grandfather cannot go to camping anymore, but his wise lessons always keep in my mind and telling me that I am strong individual no matter anything happens. I started realizing that when I went to study to school and further to the university. I noticed that all of the other students are different in a way of general life perception principles. Of course, deep in heart you are a scout although society puts many other responsibilities on you, especially if you are an active citizen.
Once I was chosen to lead a group on international students to the societal summer camp. On the one hand, it was supposed to be an easy experience as I have spent all my years outdoors and know now how to live in natural surroundings.
On the other hand, those thirty teenagers have never lived in a tent and have never eaten the food made on bonfire. When it comes to the night, every little mosquito transforms into the biggest enemy for them. The situation gets even more serious when they start homesick: During one sunny day, the participants were divided into groups of five-six people to learn various skills lead by specialized instructors.
As I was the head of this camp, I had to make sure that everything went smoothly, nobody was sick and nothing was threatening us. When I thought about that moment, here it all started… I saw the signs of fire in the peaks of the trees and the smoke started approaching us from one side very fast. We usually locate the camp as further from the society as possible, thus, we can avoid unpredictable human intrusion.
As these international students were not scouts, and this camp was societal, we had to locate closer to the rural area. The steam started approaching us from the part of the populated county area.
Everything was very quiet, the birds stopped singing, and we were in the middle of our workshops. Some of the participants noticed the smoke and started panicking that we were all going to die. Of course, there was no way to go further deeply to the forest as it is very huge and it was getting dark soon.
We could not run to the forest as the fire can approach us much faster. That was the spot without cell-phoone connection, so we could not call anybody for help. The country area, although was very close visually, it was about 2 hours walk. We did not have any car or a bus as the main aim of this camp was to present some wildlife area, so the bust brought us there and was going to take us back at the end of the camp.
The smoke is approaching; the leaders are doing their workshops and looking at me occasionally for further instructions. Having analyzed this situation quickly, I refreshed the words of my grandfather: Have always a clear thinking. You are the boss of yourself and of people you are with.
In every family there are stories told of past events: the time when your father was a boy and accidentally put a sling-shotted rock through the evil neighbor's window; or grandpa's story of walking ten miles through snow and ice to get to school; or the time when, as a young girl, you put your kittens in the washing machine to clean them!
Free Essay: "Here we go again," I thought to myself. Another story about the silly little girl my mother would always refer to as we sat around the.
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