Personal Essay

Patrick - chesterfield, Missouri
Entered on February 6, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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Personal Essay

I believe that you should always expect some disappointment even in the most exciting moments in life.

In my travels to visit my relatives I have gone to many different places. Not least of which is my trip to Arizona to visit my Aunt Debbie, Uncle Jeff, grandpa, I call him that but everyone else just calls him Jack, my Aunt Jenny, Uncle Jim, and my cousin Jordan. Oh I almost forgot I also saw Clyde again, Jeff and Debbie’s dog, I even saw little LC for the first time, LC stands for Lost Cat; she’s Jeff and Debbie’s cat. This was the Red Block of the stack.

Anyway my family and I flew down to Arizona, it was my second time flying but I was still kindof scared of it, but once I got on the plane and after we were fling for a few minutes I had an epiphany that it wasn’t so bad, flying of course. I had been flying before but I was too little to remember it. This was the Blue Block of the stack.

So while we were there me and uncle Jeff went hunting on Monday and Friday. We didn’t catch anything but we sure did have fun! The first time we saw about 32 deer, but unfortunately they were all does and not buck’s. But we did as we were coming home, back to Jeff’s house, we saw a little bit of a deer that just sneaked into the line of woods on the road. We didn’t know if the deer was a Buck or a Dow, but it gave us some hope that they were out there. The second time we went hunting we saw some tracks of the little rascals but we saw very little of them. But we were also trying to get some doves, coyotes, and also rabbits to, and while we were looking I got sight of a dove and toke aim, steadied the feel of my rifle, pulled the pin, looked down the sight listening to the wind brushing past my cheek, I could almost taste the bird when it was done cooking, I was just about to fire when the wind blew me a stiff one and threw me off balance and I missed ever so slightly that it got away unscathed, I had expected that. But we weren’t only hunting; we also went shooting for a bit to pass the time. I was able to shoot the crap out of crap that was left by the cows, I was even able the shoot a plastic bottle cap that I didn’t even mean to hit! Eyes drooping and sights fading, we returned back to the house with high hopes of returning and finding the lone Spiker of the planes. This was the Multicolored Block of the stack.

The trip lasted about a week and I wished it could have lasted longer but we had to head home, and I soon realized that it was for the best because my parents and brother couldn’t stand to be there another day tending to grandpa, or jack, all day long!. I expected it to be much more fun than just sitting on the couch and just watching TV for most of the days we were there, I mean we went to some stores and did some shopping for Christmas gifts, but the rest of it was as dull as doornail, but the family was busy trying to make things better for grandpa because he can’t walk, he can hardly talk, and he doesn’t even have any control over his bodily functions. He’s just about ready to kick the bucket for good and join his wife, Grandma Dorothy, in the great beyond. This was the White Block of the stack.

The Trip was like the tower of blocks that we all built when we were young. We built it with the craftsmanship of a professional five year-old, not to high, not to wide, juuuuuust right. Some of the blocks fall here and there but that’s alright because you knew that it was going to look fantastic when you were finished. The end of the trip of course was like when you were slowly putting on the final block your little brother comes in running and screaming like a maniac and knocks the whole stack that you worked so hard on and by the time your done yelling at him its time to go to bed, and maybe without supper to. But hey there’s always tomorrow, and tomorrow is like spring back for me baby WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO! And maybe if I’m lucky I’ll be able to snag me a buck, pig, snake, coyote, dove, or even a raven or crow!

So this is the knowledge that I impart to you, if you have a trip or experience that you are looking forward to expect to have some, but not a lot, of disappointment during that time in your life.