When I was eight, I learned how to ride a bike without training wheels. I remember it like it was yesterday, it was during the summer so it was very sunny; and my house stood in a cul-de-sac. My mopm, brother, and I all walked outside through the garage standing in the driveway while my mom helped gear us all up. Straping helmets, kneepads getting ready for the big day, I then started to roll my bike back out onto the driveway wondering to myself if I could actually do this. I turn to my mom with a face giving away an expression of discouragement, so I asked my mom " can I really do this". She looks at me with a slight grin and replies with " I know you can, just circle around in the cul- de- sac and come back up. I then took a deep breathe, looked out straight ahead, hopped onto my bike trying to feel for my balance; and whoosh...down the street I go. I feel the wind hitting my face...coming to realization I'm actually doing it, now heading back up to the house while listening to the cheers in the background all ending in a big hug.

When I was 10, I started to become very interested in learning everything there is to know on dogs and if you asked I could name any dog just by looking at it's shape and size. I would even wake up early every Saturday morning just to see my favorite show " It's me or the Dog", which was basically about learning to care and train your own dog. Little did I know that the road trip we had taken that afternoon on December 24, 2008 was going to be the biggest gift of my life, My mom, dad, brother, and I all got ready because my parents had told us that we were going to meet a "friend" who was in Henderson, NC and so everyone got into the car to go on this 35 min road trip. The whole time my brother and I kept asking and wondering where in the world were we headed; in return we only got responses of "meeting a friend" or "wait and see". I remeber looking over my mom's shoulder to happen and see driving directions to a kennel for dogs; but I didn't bother to question it if it was what I was already concluding. We finally arrived at our destination, which was a ranch-style home with lots of dogs roaming around in the front yard, we then made it up to the front door to be welcomed in by a lady with blone hair, wearing overalls. We made our way into her kitchen where 3 puppies were laying on the ground, there were 2 males and 1 female, two were black and the one I would soon have as my own was white with black and brown spots all around; later to be named Spencer. Once we got home we set Spencer up next to the Christmas tree and put a big nice bright red bow on him. I could hardly wait to play with him but my mom told me since he was a christmas gift that I would have to wait until tomorrow. Spencer was a Jack Russell Terrier and only 2 months old, so finally on Christmas morning as usual my brother and I headed downstairs to open all the many gifts we had recieved. Once everyone opened their presents we were able to take spencer out and show him off in the neighborhod. My brother and I had awesome time with Spencer, but. On February 11,2009 we gave Spencer back to the kennel, I had just come back in form playing with him and my mom informed me that I haven't been that "responsible and that she is going to take him back". I walked right back outside,to play one last time. We were back on our way to Henderson but only this time it seem to take less time to get there. Once we gave Spencer the house seemed empty, it just wasn't the same. I went up into my room and squeaked his toy one last time; the one he always came running to was no more.

When I was in 8th grade I was in the band, I had been in band since 6th grade and had played the clarinet. We had just rehearshed for our MPAs which are band "EOGs" where as a band we'd have to play 3 pieces of music infront of 3 judges and the last piece would have to be sight read. Which means that we would play 2 orignally that we have chosen to play and then the other was to study a piece of music for 5-10 mins without playing it, you baically could only clap snap or hum it and then go oit infront of the judges to preform it for real. Our MPAs was going to be in Virgina and because of that we we also allowed to go to Busch Gardens for " educational reasons". We finally arrive at the school around 4:30 am on a Saturday so that we could get an early start to head into Virgina and of course everyone is excited and ready to go. We finally make it into Virgina and head to the highschool where we'd be preforming at for the MPAs so that after thats over we would go to the theme park for some all day fun. We eventually get through all 3 pieces with the score of Superior from all 3 judges; which is basically the highest rating you can get in these kinds of things. Now we head out for some fun and we can already see the park up ahead with the full sight of the besttest rollercoaster there; the "Griffion". We finally get of the bus, get into our groups and head into Busch Gardens. I was pretty much happy with my team becuase everyone wanted to ride. We ended up getting on 14 rides not counting repeats on some of them, and lastly we bought soveniors to remeber this one day; which was on May 21, 2011, the best day of my life. Once getting back into Raleigh, NC I couldn't hardly wait to tell everyone what a good time I had; had. I was chatting away in the car the whole way home, but. When I finally got back home all of my energy was gone and all I could think of doing was sleeping and resting on that Sunday before I had to go back to school that fast coming Monday morning.