I am only twelve years old and the only child to my parents. You must think that I am thoroughly spoilt, but I can honestly say that I am not. My parents love me very much. I have working parents and my mom and dad work very hard to give me the best in life. At the end of the day I know they both love me. The only thing that they are not agreeable to is allowing me to keep a pet of any kind.
One day on my way home from school, I came across a stray and friendly dog. The poor animal looked starved, so I offered him the leftovers from my lunch box, which he devoured gratefully, licking his lips at the end of his meal. I decided to leave for home, when he coaxed me into playing with him; so I happily obliged. I took the puppy to a nearby park and played for a while with a ball. It started growing dark; I did not want to get into any trouble with my parents for returning home late from school. So I threw the ball far, so that while the dog went after it, I could run home as fast as my little feet could carry me, and in the hope that it would not follow me.
Just as I started to run, two huge, fat, ugly men caught hold of me and started tying something over my mouth, and threw a sac over me, and then tossed me at the back of a truck. They had planned to call my dad, demanding of him a lump sum of money, but unfortunately for them, they did not have time to execute their evil plans. As they were discussing their evil schemes, I heard barking, snarling and growling mixed with a man's painful screams. I knew at once that it was my scavenging friend, who had come to my rescue. Those thugs were forced to let me go, before they experienced any more ferocious bites.
That day marked my most memorable day so far, as I not only went home with a best friend for life, but an amazing pet named Poncho, my new found hero!.
Essay about The Most Memorable Day of My Life
1145 WordsSep 10th, 20125 Pages
Ms. S. Nylander
August 26, 2012
The Most Memorable Day of my Life
The most memorable day of my life was, September 4, 1995 in Chicago, IL. It was 6:00 a.m. when my alarm clock woke me up. The first day of high school was finally here. I was excited, but a lot more nervous. I got out of bed, got ready, and then was on my way to the bus stop. All I could think of is the stories I heard about high school being so horrible with all the mean teachers, the hard tests, and of course being a freshman does not help either. The bus ride to the school was only 30 minutes, but it seemed a lot longer. When we finally got there, I was more nervous than ever. The day ahead of me was about to get a lot more…show more content…
Their names were Susan and Alicia. I called them over and I talked with Susan and Alicia. That is when I introduced myself, then they did the same and we began to know more about each other, Susan and Alicia asked me where I was from and I said, “I am from Puerto Rico.” Then I asked Susan and Alicia where they were from and Susan said, “She was from New York” and Alicia said, “She was from Indiana”. After that, we spent the rest of the day together until the class was over. I will always remember that day because I had a chance to meet new friends. In addition, I met the most important friends that I have ever had.
As the school year progressed, I made many more friends that are new and even joined a club. This club was just for members of the football team, the student staff, and the cheerleaders. My friends and I became members because we were the team equipment managers. The name of our club was the dog pound. We had t-shirts and worked all the school events when the football team was involved, such as the home coming game and pep rallies, we had fun all year long. My friends and I were even members of the food service program. We cooked and served meals for different events and for different people in the school all year long. We also had cooking competitions were we won different types of awards and sometimes we were offered scholarships to different cooking schools. My friend Asia and I also joined the JROTC class where we were