... third try successfully grabbed it and stood back up and prepared to throw. Well the first thing that came to mind was just to fling it up in the air and hope it makes it to somebody around the base runner. Considering my previous luck, I just threw it to the first basemen. The throw was not any better then the catch. It landed 5 feet short and by the time the first basemen recovered the runner had rounded third base and was at least halfway home. The runner did score on a close play at the plate. The run gave the other team a two run advantage going into the sixth inning, which was the last in midget league. I knew at this point I was going to have a hard ...

... odor of a New York City cabbie's "natural cologne". After enduring ten minutes of the cabbie's "lemme tell ya what's wrong with this country", I finally get to my destination. As soon as I got there, I began to think about how sad it is that the mall has very much become a part of American life. The Chinese have their rice, we have our malls. Does anyone else see a problem with having over one-thousand of these gaudy monstrosities across the country? Despite the fact that the era of eighties-decadence has passed, the malls keep coming, and they keep getting bigger. It's like something out of an Ed Wood flick. I remember reading an article about how bad it's go ...

... up and the trees dance as if performing in a musical ballet. All the colors seem to be out of a fairy tale story book. There are huge flowers everywhere. There are millions from the size of a quarter to the largeness basketball. Oh, the smell!!! I have never smelled anything so beautiful in all my life. Only God himself could create a smell so sweet and delicate. My heart is immediately thankful that god gave me such a heavenly paradise. As I continue my walk I wonder if I am alone or if this enchanted tropical rain forest has other inhabitants. Upon thinking this I notice bright, rainbow colored tropical birds perched in the towering trees all around me. The bea ...

... many experiences as a young child that influenced their lives or were very humorous. They found it amusing taking turns hurting each other, but in playful technique. They were periodically mistaken for the wrong gender. They never wore matching outfits and they looked differently. They frequently played together, careful not to leave one out. They had fights here and there, but never stayed mad for a long time. They cared for each other sincerely. They both joined soccer teams at the age of six or seven. And when it was time to begin school, they shared a special bond. Sean went to first grade through fourth with his sister at Glenwood School. He still playe ...

... their summer freedom, I did not partake in their joy, I could not. I had not started school, so summer had no meaning to me, all I knew was hot and cold, dirt or snow. I know I was young, as this is the first day of my life I truly remember. I was playing about our yard when my older brother Jake slowly walked up to me. He had been supplied with money, and then instructed by my mother to take me to the corner store to buy candy and ice cream. At that time I was delighted, as the trip to the corner store was an epic journey, which I had never taken on foot, only by car. I did not notice or care that Jake, normally tyrannical, dictatorial, and abusive, was be ...

... within the palace of King Solomon. In the setting of this story, two women known to be prostitutes came to see the King. The first woman explained to King Solomon how she and the other woman both lived together and both had a son. She also goes on to tell the King that one night the other woman lay on her son and killed him; nevertheless, this same woman took the living son and claimed him as hers. The other woman said, “No! The living one is my son; the dead one is yours” (I Kings 3:22). After listening to the plea of the two women, King Solomon told his servants to bring him a sword, and the solution would be to cut the baby in half. His plan was to trick ...

... that common ground that lets you be yourself and feel comfortable. It really feels good to gave friends on the same level as you. Friendship is a very personal and unique thing. No two relation between any two people will ever be the same because only those people know what they have been through or shared together. This is what makes friendship such an exceptional thing. A large part of friendship is learning lessons together, and for almost everything in the world there is a lesson that must be learned. Learning these lessons through friendships is a very powerful and exceptional thing. These lessons have varied from one extreme to the other in my life ...

... Singleton said. She would not tell the officers what was going on because she thought they were involved. The officers searched the house and found nothing. After they left, I stayed awake next to Miss Singleton that night so she could rest peacefully. I sat and thought about the events that had just occurred. I had little experience with what I was observing at Miss Singleton's house. It was difficult to view an elderly person living by herself with nobody to help her out. My family and I voluntarily felt inclined to donate our time to making her life easier when we saw she had nobody to care for her. She always had a caretaker that would help her with her dai ...

... the contents of my backpack. "What do you gather from this mundane article, Watson?" Watson dutifully furrowed his brow and attempted to employ his ingenious friend's methods. "Aside from noting its battered appearance and its distorted shape, which, no doubt, results from transporting great weights, I can produce no inferences about its owner. You, I should imagine, feel like you have known her all your life?" "He, Watson, he. I conclude that the possessor of this book bag is a young man of a scholarly nature, most likely a teenager, a student of various academic disciplines. His eyesight is most likely poor, and it seems that he is very exceptional, but trie ...

... that day T.W. and myself were what you could call best of friends. Travis Walker Gerron is a light complected, red headed, freckle faced, god fearing, honest individual. When I say freckle faced, I don’t mean it literally. What I really mean is that if I had a dollar for every freckle on his body it would be palm trees and coconuts from here on out. Red headed is just a polite way of saying, are you sure your not Irish? Nevertheless, he has always been and still is one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. This is the type of kid who made A’s in every class and couldn’t wait to get home and do his homework. (The one area we differ in.) As for his ...