My christmas nightmare

                I have never had a favorite holiday memory my holidays have always been the same especially for Christmas. I would always be the first one to wake up I would make everyone get up and herd them down stairs. All of that changed when I was ten I was in a tennis class with my friends that I would go to every week, that day there was a new boy who was surrounded by the tennis instructors. That boy was his with a tennis ball in the face, my tennis instructor asked me to go and sit with him because I had finished the drill. As I was sitting down the boy seemed to glare at me and the reason for that was that it was my serve that hit him in the face. I started to talk to him about Christmas because it was a few weeks away, he would not talk to me. The hole time I was talking about Christmas and Santa and Christmas morning, out of the blue he smiled at me and said “ Santa is not real.” I was devastated but I acted cool trying to hold back my anger because I knew that he was lying and that in a few weeks Santa would come to my house. Somehow he could see that I was holding it in so he went on saying “it is your parents they are your Santa,” at that time I wanted to hit him with my tennis racket but the instructors were nearby. That day I went home heartbroken crying wanting to believe that Santa was real and that my parents not going to bed before me was a sine. That was how my favorite holiday was ruined by a kid in my tennis class. i was never able to wake up with the same joy that i once did not Christmas morning.   

#935 Eating cookies like Cookie Monster

              You know when you are so into a movie when you just keep in eating without even looking at what you are grabbing at. That has happened to me when I was watching a horror movie I had a selection of food that I just grabbed out of the fridge, I laid all the food out on the coach. A different food for every movie because I had watched all these movies before and I knew what I would want to eat when I watch that curtain movie. The first movie that I watched was one of the “Friday the thirteenth” movies and I don’t know why but I liked to eat cookies when I would watch that movie I think it calms me. So the movie had started and it was getting to the part where people find out that someone is missing then they walk up to the door to leave the room and as they open the door the see a huge man wearing a hokey mask, they would do the usual thing scream run away. That was when I started to eat the cookies, I got so into the movie that I had lost count of how many cookies I have eaten. It was the part of the movie when there was only a few people left alive and they are all together but for some reason one leaves to grab something but did not come back, everyone goes looking for that person one person would find him dead on the floor. At this time I would just be stuffing the cookie in my mouth without even thinking about it, one he comes out of the shadows and every one scatter I would have been done all the cookie. In horror movies I eat cookies like the cookie monster because I am unable to think about anything but the movie and the food that I am eating.

Movie Night

We have been up for hours watching both the Harry Potter movies and The Lord of the Rings trilogy, our eyes where time to time taking a break but never stayed closed. All of us just watching the tv with emotionless faces, just watching Legalese being perfect as he usually is with his long hair and great bone structure we where all in a trance. We were not able to take our eyes off the tv but desperately wanted to, all we could do was sit there eating and watching the movie. Once the movie was over non of us where able to sleep, I did not know why but it seemed impossible to sleep. Because we were not able to sleep we all went to the kitchen to find more food because we all eat when we can't eat or when we are bored. As we were looking for food someone I forget who but she dropped the bag of chips, which where scattered all around the floor in seconds. She then started whimpering and whispering sorry, because my parents were up stairs. I first started giggling because her face was so funny, it was filled with panic she look hilarious laying on the floor using her arms as a broom. It was first me then all of us bursted out laughing, we all ended up on the floor laying laughing rolling around crushing the chips that we're not picked up yet. I don't know why we were not able to stop but kept on laughing till my parents came down half asleep yelling at us. They told us to shut up and clean up the mess we had made, we all stopped laughing and got the broom and dust pan. Once every thing was done we all when down stairs to watch some more movies, I tripped on my own feet and landed flat on my face letting the bole of chips that was in my hands fly across the room. When I looked up I saw that everyone was covered in chips, they all looked to funny I could not help laughing. I when on forever I seemed but one at a time they all joined me, just as before we all ended up on the floor getting the chips indented in the carpet. This went on for a wile then we all just fell asleep on the floor, in the afternoon we all woke up to chips in the hair and carpet marks on our faces. The night was fun but the next day was not as much fun because we had to clean the basement and our selfs.

Camping

              As the morning fog lifted I could finally see the camp site i have not been back to in five years. The river that I used to play in every summer with my sisters, rafting down to Canmore where we go to lunch. The camp fires that we have every night roasting the marshmallows eating the hot dogs drowned in ketchup. The stars reflected of the water, the sky where the only light was the stars and our camp fire. The next morning i would get up early so i would be able to go for a swim with my sister, the freezing water that would wake you up in a second. Now when i go in the water it is at night with just me and the stars staring at each other. The separation form everything that I see every day, being able to think out of the box. To be totally honest I have only gone camping about seven times and that it was nothing like I just described what I just described is what I would like my camping trips to be like. When I would go camping I would be at a camping sit filled with people and their families, it was always in Alberta always by Lethbridge. By Lethbridge there is barely any trees it is all farm lands and hills, all the camp sites are near the highway because I is easier for people to get to. Because they all were so close to the highway I could always hear the cars rushing back and forth, the lights from the cars shining as bright as possible. When I would sleep it would not be a peaceful one I would be tossing and turning because off the rocks under me and the feeling of being eaten by an animal. Camping is not my favorite activity but it is something to do in the summer.