|Writing Portfolio: Five Essays on America|
My parents are what you call high school sweethearts. My Dad Scott and my Mom Laurie met in Dedham Middle School and did not date until they went to the Dedham High School.
My Dad needed a date to the junior prom and asked my mom and she accepted. After asking my Mom to the prom he realized he did not get her phone number which was unlisted. Upon mentioning it to his friend, his friend chuckled laughing and said she was his next door neighbor. My Dad always jokes it was only for two weeks then he was going to dump her. My mother told my father in the same two week period they were going to be married someday right in front of the house they own today. My father laughed at my mother then, who's laughing now? They dated from then on without breaking up attended parties, dances and various other events together.
After Mom finished college and Dad had started his career they were married. My parents set a goal of buying their first home within a year of their marriage and prior to having children. They both saved enough money to purchase a house and on the day they passed on the house Mom told my Dad she was pregnant. I am their oldest son and I have four more siblings preceeding me.
Upon having all five of us and one of my siblings critically ill, my Mom chose to retire from her job as a computer graphic design artist to spend her time caring for us. My Dad and his brother own an electrical testing company and last year started a software company to sell a product my father designed. His job takes him all over the east coast, he has offices in Canton, MA, New Haven, CT, and Union, New Jersey.
I have no desire to follow in the family business at this time. I have not chosen a career yet, but my interests are leaning to my mother's former career as a graphic art designer, but as years go by I just might change my mind and enter the electrical field.
I am still learning about my parents as years go on and am proud to say they have a strong relationship with each other. Eighteen years of marriage and seven years of dating sure is a long time. My parents seem to be following in their parent's footsteps. My Mom's parents have been married for almost forty-eight years with nine children and my Dad's parents are also high school sweethearts and have been married forty-two years with four children. Both my father and mother say that marriage takes a lot of commitment, hard work and the desire to make it work. Some day I hope to follow in their footsteps.
A rock wall is made up of rocks of all shapes and sizes. They usually were built by people to either separate their property lines from their neighbors or to use as a decoration around their yard. Some are really intricate in design, while others are just mounds of rocks piled on top of each other. In my neighborhood there are a lot of rock walls of all types. One in particular is near my driveway. It is the biggest and the longest rock wall in the neighborhood. This rock wall goes the length of my driveway to a picket fence that is next to my brothers' basketball hoop and a big pine tree.
When my friends and I were younger this rock wall had many purposes to it. During the summer we used the rock wall to find snakes, rodents and anything else we could or could not find in it. In the fall months the rock wall was used to jump from into a large pile of leaves that we had raked from the front lawn which had all the trees on it. The winter months we used it as a ramp to go tubing off of or a barrier for the old snowball fights. But the best time of the year was the spring when all the flowers were in full bloom and the many vines were growing over it. I am sure that was when the rock wall appreciated itself the most when we were not all over it. This rock wall looks like it has been here for a long time and has had many uses for it. I do know that it has been here long before I was born and could possibly have been here for thirty-five years or more.
Have you ever taken notice of something you did at a younger age? Did you enjoy it? When I reflect on this rock wall my memories start to resurface. When President Nixon took the trip to China in 1972, he visited the Great Wall of China and was quoted as saying "so this is the great wall of china". Sounds like he wasn't the least bit impressed but then in magazines later when interviewed he was impressed and he did have his memories of his visit to it. I am sure now he looks back on it as a reflection of his past, just like I do when I see the rock wall here in my driveway. I am sure to take notice of the rock wall and share with anyone the memories of my friends and I with that rock wall. I guess we all take some things for granted until we are reminded of them. Now I will be sure to take special notice of things that have come and gone in and out of my life.
went to one of my friend's homes he told me about how weird his dogs were.
He proceeded to tell me about all the stuff they did to everyone and
everything, but the funniest story he told about his dogs was the last
one. I couldn't believe it actually happened because it sounded so
Emily Dickinson's poem "The Brain is Wider than the Sky" is a piece of writing she is comparing the sky to the brain. Through the poem she compares different things relating to your brain and the sky and leaves you the reader to make your own decision upon which is wider. The main focal point of the poem is the limitations of the brain and the openness of the sky.
Skiing a sport that requires snow came
about in the early years as a means of transportation in regions where the
snowfall was heavy. As years went by skiing became a competitive and a
noncompetitive sport for males and females. Just as skiing changed so did
its equipment. In early years skis were made from large animal bones and
as time went on they made of wood, metal or fiberglass with an epoxy
coating. Other pieces of equipment needed were a pair of poles to balance
in your hands, a pair of bindings to hold your feet in place and a pair of