The Stories Of My Life .

The Stories Of My Life

Table Of Contents:

1  This Big Mess

2. My First Bicycle

3. Our hair

4. A Scarf With Love

1. This Big Mess.

White walls, small windows, closets, this desk, a bed, a mirror, and the pink carpet. There is nothing that stands out in my room, except for this mess. My room is really messy, but not as messy as the land fill though. Also, when ever my parents walk into my room,or  even walk pass it, they would look around, from  the left to the right and down at the ground. Then they would always say, “CLEAN YOUR ROOM. “ But, I would think, what is the point of cleaning it up when it gets messy within a week or so. However of saying that out loud, I would always answer them by saying, “ Okay, I will clean it when I have time.”  Which is never. There are two main things that are covering up my room’s floor, one of them would be my clothes, they are in a big pile next to my bed. I am always two lazy to put them in my closets after laundry. Also, to lazy to fold them , so they would be in a big messy pile. In addition, the other thing that is taking up the space in my room, would be papers like notes, homework, worksheets and many others more. Although, my clothes and paper works are all scattered everywhere, I some how do eventually find the things I will be needing.

2.My First Bicycle

I was unwrapping all my presents that I received on this special birthday of mine when I was  turning five years old. I opened all the small presents first, and I saved the biggest one last. After opening all those presents, it was time for me to open this big present. This big and special one, that was also from someone very special, my dad. I unwrapped and ripped this big present, piece by piece of the wrapping paper, it fell onto the ground. Ripping and ripping, it finally reveals what the present is. It was a bicycle, not any bicycle but my first bicycle. My favorite color was pink, so thoughtful of my dad, he gave me a pink bicycle. I immediately ran to my dad who was in the kitchen, and gave my dad a big hug. Days later, we went out side, to the park, and brought my bicycle with me. My dad held the back of the bicycle while I was paddling. But moments later, he letted go. I was confident, but on my first attempt to ride on it by myself, I fell. Knees on the ground.  As a result, that left me a small mark of the scar, but I did not care. It was a scar that I will always remember of how i got it, how I got it from my first bicycle that I got from my dad. This is a scar that I do not mind it staying there on my knee. Also, it is because it was my first attempt to ride on the bicycle by myself.

3. Hair

Everyone in my family is different even their hair is different including me. Our hairstyle reveals about our personality, and our life style. Our hair represents who we are. Our hair comes in different lengths, colors, textures, style and many other more. Everyone in my family, that includes: my dad, my mom, my sister, and me, our hair all have our differences. My dad washes his hair everyday, because of where he is working at. His hair is black,  and short. His hair is so short, it is spiky like his mustache. My mom’s hair is down to her shoulder. It is curly and wavy. Plus,it is wavy like the noodles. It is in the color burgundy, the color, burgundy disguises her dark black hair. My sister’s hair is in the color dark brown. but just like me, when its under the sunlight, it is light brown. Not only that but her hair is lazy. It always get tangled up. It is also messy like my room, but you can always clean up the mess by combing through her hair. Her hair is thin, while some strands of the hair is thick. Lastly, my hair is brown. The end of my hair is the desert. It is dried up, and damaged from the heat which are from my blow dryer, where I blow dry my hair when its damp. The curling iron, which I would always use on special occasions. And as well as straightening iron, on days when my hair is not cooperating with me.

4. A Scarf With Love

It was a month before my sister’s fourth birthday. So, I have decided to knit her a scarf. I looked at the color ranges of the yarn, and thought of which color she would like most. The yarn was in her favorite color, the color pink. Pink as the cotton candies. Then I was holding up two knitting needles, and thought of what pattern that would suit her best. And decided to do the basic and the simplest pattern, since I had only a month to knit it. So I began knitting, and thought of my memories with her. Every stitches were filled with love and memory. Me and my sister would always chased each other around like in tag.  And who ever got tagged would then need to chase back. I remembered, my sister would always be the one that is chasing me around the house, to the kitchen, to my room, to my parent’s, to another room.  Then, I remembered a time, when we made water balloons. And we went outside and threw them at each other, the balloons that she was throwing them at me, did not pop. She did not throw hard enough, while on the other hand, I would finish throwing my balloons than she would make one pop. And other many memorable stories.