English L10 Essay
Just for the record, I thought I might want to include these three stories in my autobiography….
It was Saturday, April 28 2012. I was 11 years old as I left through the front doors of the Christian Heritage Homeschool Conference in Redmond Washington. It was the second time my family and I had attended after moving here, and we looked forward to attending it every year with vigorous anticipation. That particular year I had especially enjoyed it because I had heard some very encouraging messages from many different speakers. I was moved by the ideas they had, truths that I would hold on to, to help me through life, in the years to come.
I closed my eyes, being very still, hardly breathing. As I opened my eyes I lifted the barrel of my gun through the bushes, leveling it towards my enemies. Two men, one standing, one kneeling, had their guns aimed at my friend, ready to shoot him. I wouldn’t let that happen, I shot at the kneeling man, I didn’t miss, he was to close to miss. The other man ran over to my left, I couldn’t see him any more, but I knew he was circling around. I dashed out of the thicket to my right, joining my friend behind some trees, we looked ahead, waiting for our enemy to make his move. It came in a volley of rounds, right where my head had just been. That was close… too close. I peered around the tree very slowly, I looked in the direction that the rounds had come from. There! He was behind another tree, fifty feet from our spot. I looked at my friend, he looked at me, we ran. I ran to the left, he ran to the right, as we tried to surround him. He jumped out, shooting at my friend, then he turned towards me. I fired, he fired, time itself seemed to stop. I felt a sharp pain hit me in the thigh, I screamed and fell, but before my face hit the ground I saw that my shot had been true, my enemy took the shot in his face! We all laughed, Green Team coming out on top again! We loved paint balling, especially when we won. It was my 9th birthday, and I had a blast!
We took off, on a huge runway, in a tiny plane. My grandpa was the pilot, and I had been given the honor of being copilot! As I opened my window, my ball cap flew of my head into the back seat, I closed the window, put my headset on and sat along for the ride. When we had reached our desired altitude, my grandpa asked me if I wanted to take over for a few minutes. I couldn’t believe my ears! Me flying a plane…dream come true! As I took the wheel my grandpa said not to spin her upside down, I was bummed a little, but I still took a couple of nice dives, and a few hard turns! I was flying!
So there you have it. A few stories in my life that I will never forget, stories that made me who I am, and I thank God for every second of it!