My life is not that eventful, but there are a few moments that spoke to me. Today I will be telling you my experiences that came to my headfirst. The first story starts 3 years back, I was in 6th grade and lived in Clearwater, Florida.
My day started off normal, I woke up and did school work (I was home schooled for 6th grade). Later my family and I went out to the beach on our bikes that were supplied by the homeowners of the house we lived in. We rode our bikes on this bike trail by our house, it is a 40-mile strip of asphalt that goes through downtown and passes by a library my brother and I used to go to. The 40-mile strip also brings us close to the beach but after 3 miles we must break away from it to cross a high bridge (remember the bridge it plays a big part in this story). After we cross it, it is basically a straight way to the beach. On our way back while we cross the bridge little me likes to take the down part of the bridge at full speed, so while I am going down the bridge, probably at 30 miles an hour, I see three people taking up the sidewalk but one of them moved opening up a gap for me to go through, so I kept going. When I was close they closed my gap, and I did not have time to break. I am not sure what I did at that moment, but I think I jumped off my bike, I am still not sure to this day. When I opened my eyes, I saw my compass on the ground rolling away from me, I also saw my brother zoom by me. I got up and the people I jumped off my bike for asked if I was ok and I really was not. I was crying because it hurt, my shirt was ripped and I had cuts and scrapes all over my body. My parents finally made it to me and came to ask what happened and they talked to the people and told them I was going to be ok and the people left. My foot hurt bad and I could not walk on it, but my dad told me I had to bike back. When I got back my mom and I went to the ER to see if my foot was broken, but it wasn’t, it was just badly bruised; they gave me crutches and I left. I could not walk for a few days after that (coMra certainly helped speed up the healing process). I was fine after all, moral of the story do not thread the needle when you don’t have to.
The next story was when I was doing acting as most of my best experiences came from my acting jobs. My family and I got a shoot in Mexico. At that time my dad was traveling the United States, so we were not together when we were flying there from Florida. They paid for everything, our plane tickets, hotel room and food (the shoot was about a resort In Mexico, so we stayed there and had VIP access). Before we took off from our connecting flight in Atlanta, Georgia, our flight got delayed and we had to wait in the plane for the crew to fix something on the wing. When we got to Mexico City, we missed our flight because of the delay and they were no flights after that, so we had to call the people that booked us, and they hired a driver to take us to Ixtapa. IT WAS AN 8 HOUR DRIVE! The drive was nice though as we drove through mountains and saw Mexico’s true colors. We arrived at the resort at night, my dad was waiting for us there as he flew from Toronto, Canada. The next few days we were working, the staff was nice and got us Mexican candy which is spicy and food and pina coladas which is the only thing I drank, I do not remember drinking water. The food was amazing and delicious. We went to the beach and boogie boarded on big waves, my brother wiped out nasty on the sand; he was fine though. The rooms were amazing with the view of the mountains and the beach. The trip was fun and Mexico is beautiful, I highly recommend visiting Ixtapa, Mexico.
My last story happened 2 months ago, it was December 2020 and my family and I were getting ready to go to Clayton, Georgia, a mountain town. My dad booked us an Airbnb for Christmas. It was a 12-hour drive in a small car with a dog and baby, but we made it work. We did not do the full 12 hours in one day, we stopped at a hotel for a night in Savannah, Georgia. The following morning we got up and drove the rest. We also drove through mountains not as big as the ones in Mexico but still something to look at. The big reason for the trip was to see snow and have a white Christmas. When we got there we unpacked, ate and hung out then fell asleep. When we got up it was raining, and it showed it was going to snow in a place near where we were at. I was telling my dad we should drive there but it could be dangerous because it was cold outside, and the rain could freeze on the ground and the car could slip so we ended up not going. I do not remember what we did for the 24th, we probably chilled inside the whole day. Around 5 it showed it was going to snow at 6 and we were all excited. When the clock turned 6 it still was raining outside but then around 6:10 it started snowing a lot and stopped raining, we were in a mini snowstorm! My brother and I went outside and started to gather snowballs so when my dad got back from the grocery store, we would throw it at him. When he got back, he put the groceries inside then we had a snowball fight, let our dog outside to run around to play with her going crazy and being all frisky, it was a lot of fun. Christmas morning everything was covered in snow, it was a white Christmas we asked for. The presents were amazing too, I got a handy pocketknife that had a flashlight, glass breaker and a fire starter, a hoodie I had to return because it was too small and one more gift. That was the best gift of all: a gaming computer! It had good specs, it was fast, and I could not wait to play video games on it. I immediately opened it up, set it up and started downloading games on it. I am using it right now to write this. This was the best Christmas ever!
Well, these are my three stories that spoke to me. I hope you enjoyed reading of my adventures, until next time!