As we drove away, I looked back with tears in my eyes and pain deep down in my heart. I knew that where we were going was far away from my hometown of Las Vegas, Nevada. I never thought that I would be feeling this kind of anguish as a 6-year old. Since that day I haven’t seen or spoken to my dad, nor do I want to. Moving away changed my life and it made me the person I am today. I grew into an independent, responsible, and empathetic young woman. When we moved to Chelan I met a lot of new people including Chuck. He introduced me to my happy place and helped me find my escape from all the negative feelings in my life. Skiing down the mountains of Mission Ridge with my favorite tunes playing is my escape. The best feeling in the world is the
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We arrived at my aunt’s house after the long drive from Las Vegas, Nevada to Chelan,
Washington. I kept reminding myself that if my mom was happy, my two brothers and I should also be happy. So I just sat there on my aunts couch exhausted, wanting to go back home, my real home in Las
Vegas. Ever since that day I’ve been a completely different person. I learned to be independent because our dad wasn’t there to help out my mom with my two brothers and me. This change made me responsible because I realized that my mom doesn’t need to be holding my hand making sure I finished my school work. After all that I went through, it helped me relate to others in similar situations.
The first time I went skiing, it took me about two hours to go down the mountain. I was scared out of my mind and wanted to quit, but I didn’t. Now being on the ski slope is my favorite place to be. As
I ride up chair two with my brother and our two friends, I can’t wait to get to the top and look at the beautiful view before racing my brother to the bottom. I love the way the trees look on the top of the mountain. They remind me of giant cauliflowers from all the snow piled up weighing down the
We arrived at my aunt’s house after the long drive from Las Vegas, Nevada to Chelan,
Washington. I kept reminding myself that if my mom was happy, my two brothers and I should also be happy. So I just sat there on my aunts couch exhausted, wanting to go back home, my real home in Las
Vegas. Ever since that day I’ve been a completely different person. I learned to be independent because our dad wasn’t there to help out my mom with my two brothers and me. This change made me responsible because I realized that my mom doesn’t need to be holding my hand making sure I finished my school work. After all that I went through, it helped me relate to others in similar situations.
The first time I went skiing, it took me about two hours to go down the mountain. I was scared out of my mind and wanted to quit, but I didn’t. Now being on the ski slope is my favorite place to be. As
I ride up chair two with my brother and our two friends, I can’t wait to get to the top and look at the beautiful view before racing my brother to the bottom. I love the way the trees look on the top of the mountain. They remind me of giant cauliflowers from all the snow piled up weighing down the