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MY GREAT PARENTS
It was long ago my parents met while Ice skating. My mom fell and my dad went to help her get up from the cold Ice! From then on it was a love story of great proportions! Six months later they married, and then I was born into their world. When I was born my dad was the best man at his brother's wedding and my mom was in the hospital. At the wedding, everyone congratulated my dad. He told them he had a baby girl and his wife was at the hospital. When the wedding was over he went home and went to sleep.
By rose m lewis6 years ago in Families
Climb Ev'ry Mountain
There will always be a handful of movies that automatically makes me think of my grandmother: Annie, The Wizard of Oz and The Sound of Music. These movies, all musicals coincidentally, form the soundtrack of my childhood. Days spent making applesauce, tending to my terrarium, untangling necklaces that had knotted together in my jewelry box—all this activity under the patient guidance of my Grams, accompanied by the music and lyrics of Martin Charnin, Charles Strouse, Harold Arlen, Yip Harburg, and of course, Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein.
By Erin Maynard6 years ago in Families
Too Free to Fly
On March, 27, 2013 I got my first tattoo in Buenos Aires, Argentina. It was college senior year. For spring break, I flew to to that perfect city with two of my closest friends, Gabriella and Sarah. For seven days we danced the streets, took photographs, sipped coffee in charming cafes, moseyed around art museums, and drank wine until 4:00 am. This was my first time out of the country and I fell in love with the feeling only traveling to a new country can give you...freedom. I thought about this feeling most of the week and how I didn't want to lose it. Buenos Aires made me feel like a bird with endless opportunities to fly.
By Lauren Snyder6 years ago in Families
Humming birds and daffodils
I got my first tattoo when I was fourteen years old. I had my fathers name written in scripture on my neck in a friends basement. “Tony” was always going to be my first- ever since I had thought about tattoos- ever since I experienced pain. I decided to put it on my neck because he is always in between my heart and my head.
By Katryna Rose6 years ago in Families
The tattoo I never wanted
I am a lover of tattoos. I have always admired them. I dont believe I have been in a relationship with a man who didnt have tattoos. As my kids began to get older they always talked about their first tattoo, I was firm and said not until you are 18.
By Tina Pihota6 years ago in Families
My Tattoo. My heritage
I have to start my story by giving the Artist Nick H. at Electric Chair the credit for designing my amazing tattoo. I have an artist's heart, but not an artist's vision. He brought this to life. Without him my story couldn't be told as well as I would hope.
By Rettus Heather6 years ago in Families
It is Forever
The buzzing noise threatened to kick my anxiety into overdrive. I was laying on the white vinyl chair with my head turned away from my newest friend, Damon. I did not watch him set up, I did not see if the needle was clean, I forgot to look and see if he was wearing gloves. I was probably making a mistake. I was making a mistake. This was a mistake. Why do people even get tattoos? What am I doing? This. Is. Forever.
By Amy Whatley Mallett6 years ago in Families
BELIEVE IT OR NOT
BELIEVE IT OR NOT I have 1/3 Spanish, 1/3 Chinese and ½ Malay in my blood and I grew up in a household riddled with superstitions and ancient beliefs. As it is very well known, the Philippines had been occupied by the Spanish Conquistadores for almost 350 years and merchant trading brought Chinese into the islands of the Philippines. These migrations have enriched our customs and traditions and no matter what colour or ethnicity one may belong to, I have observed that there will always be some sort of interknitting of customs, beliefs and traditions of these cultures,….. superstitions, no exception. For example, if one broke a glass or anything breakable, one needed to break another piece of breakable item meaning that the breakage had been paired,(it was believed that bad luck come in twos) if this was not done, it is bad luck and the next breakage would be an accident of the one who broke it or someone close might encounter an accident or bad luck. Another one is the building of stairs in an Asian especially a Filipino home. I have to mention this because Feng Shui is the norm in Chinese home and is beginning to be adapted by Filipinos with Chinese ancestry. Oro, Plata, Mata which are Spanish words, translated to Gold, Silver, Death. The builder must ensure that the last step of the staircase wouldn’t be mata or death. If it ends in oro or Plata, which is gold or silver, this will attract wealth. Still another popular belief is the spilling of salt which is an omen of evil misfortune and this action can be counteracted by taking a pinch and throwing over your left shoulder where evil is standing behind waiting for open entry to come in. The thrown salt will blind the devil and will be powerless. I have to emphasize that I have consider these beliefs funny and never really affected by it and just ignored it.
By Nilda Juliana Johnston6 years ago in Families
Death is a friend of mine
“I had done this a thousand times, well quite a bit more than a thousand but who’s counting, and this time would be no different. It’s just something that has to be done and there is dignity to it. That day I went to comfort an old friend, to ease his pain and grant him that reunion he had been aching for. That has always been my favorite part, the end. It’s a way to wrap it all up. That’s what everyone is looking for, the happy ending. All of the best stories have a happy ending, unfortunately the happiness is reserved for the protagonist. In fact most support characters dread the big end, but every one knows when its time to run those credits.
By Bijou Binx 6 years ago in Families
