God has come to us this Christmas.God is with us, Emmanuel. Praise be His name. With such good family and friends among us how could it not be more obvious? God loves us. He sent his only son for us. And that is the greatest gift of all. So, remember Him this holiday, no remember Him this year, as many more blessings come. Praise be His name in all He will do.
~Miles Hazel~
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Toy Story
After watching Toy Story and getting ready for college, I started thinking about my past. How have I've grown? I went back to my childhood and discovered my old toys. The silly old things, played with everyday. Who would have know that they would have impacted my life so much? Here is a poem through the journey through my mind as I reflect on the past.
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Every child has their hopes and dreams. And where do those dreams start? In the toy box. The place where you are in control. You always know what is going on, and whats going to happen next. A place where you will never be judged or ridiculed. A place of complete freedom and self expression. Toys are a child's best friends. Always there for them, willing to listen. And what happens to them when they are out grown? Thrown away, tossed in the attic, or donated. During this holiday season, think about those special toys you played with as a child. All those wonderful memories. Look at the kids today, what toys do they have? Video games, tv, and movies? Really? With those toys kids can't use their imaginations and creativity. So, why not turn off the tv and share with this generation your toys, your stories. You know the toys would have wanted that. Think about, what were your toys' names? What were their stories? write them down and share.
~Miles Hazel~
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Every child has their hopes and dreams. And where do those dreams start? In the toy box. The place where you are in control. You always know what is going on, and whats going to happen next. A place where you will never be judged or ridiculed. A place of complete freedom and self expression. Toys are a child's best friends. Always there for them, willing to listen. And what happens to them when they are out grown? Thrown away, tossed in the attic, or donated. During this holiday season, think about those special toys you played with as a child. All those wonderful memories. Look at the kids today, what toys do they have? Video games, tv, and movies? Really? With those toys kids can't use their imaginations and creativity. So, why not turn off the tv and share with this generation your toys, your stories. You know the toys would have wanted that. Think about, what were your toys' names? What were their stories? write them down and share.
~Miles Hazel~
Friday, October 1, 2010
What's Going Down
Wassup?
Lord where are you?
I'm all confused.
My dad has been in and out of the hospital
Where were you then?
My mom cries at night
It hurts me inside
Where were you then?
My brother has had his heart broken
Where were you then?
I try to drum up the beat
But I feel defeat
For when the day ends
its all a shame
I just feel so sad and afraid
What to do?
Where are you?
I turn the corner and see
that you're right beside me
You have never left my side
You have always been there
You always will be
Why can't I see?
Its me?
I'm the one who makes the mistakes
That forgets you!
What does it take?
How could I have been such a fool!
You never forget me
You're always there
With tons of care
you'll be there
I may not have the strength to go on
But I can always count on yours
You're more than strong enough for both of us
I don't need the weight of the world on my shoulders
You got that covered
You got it all
Now times can be difficult
and I can be sick of it
Sometimes I just want to scream and yell
Other times I don't want to tell
And I just want to cry
But you're always by my side
I don't have to wonder about tomorrow
cause I know you got that covered
You got me all good
And that's enough said
Word
~Miles Hazel~
Lord where are you?
I'm all confused.
My dad has been in and out of the hospital
Where were you then?
My mom cries at night
It hurts me inside
Where were you then?
My brother has had his heart broken
Where were you then?
I try to drum up the beat
But I feel defeat
For when the day ends
its all a shame
I just feel so sad and afraid
What to do?
Where are you?
I turn the corner and see
that you're right beside me
You have never left my side
You have always been there
You always will be
Why can't I see?
Its me?
I'm the one who makes the mistakes
That forgets you!
What does it take?
How could I have been such a fool!
You never forget me
You're always there
With tons of care
you'll be there
I may not have the strength to go on
But I can always count on yours
You're more than strong enough for both of us
I don't need the weight of the world on my shoulders
You got that covered
You got it all
Now times can be difficult
and I can be sick of it
Sometimes I just want to scream and yell
Other times I don't want to tell
And I just want to cry
But you're always by my side
I don't have to wonder about tomorrow
cause I know you got that covered
You got me all good
And that's enough said
Word
~Miles Hazel~
Straight Up
I don't always know what's going on around me
I often get lost in my head
I just have to remember one thing
Jesus, you are my everything
So, everyone get those hands in the air
Wave them everywhere
Just dance all the time without a care
Cause Jesus is always there
Trust and Believe
Cause you will see
Christ is the King
Lord of everything
Blessed be His name
Blessed be His name
For God's sake, blessed be His name
~Miles Hazel~
I often get lost in my head
I just have to remember one thing
Jesus, you are my everything
So, everyone get those hands in the air
Wave them everywhere
Just dance all the time without a care
Cause Jesus is always there
Trust and Believe
Cause you will see
Christ is the King
Lord of everything
Blessed be His name
Blessed be His name
For God's sake, blessed be His name
~Miles Hazel~
Saturday, July 17, 2010
A Day in the Life of a Sophomore at Holland High
Now I wrote this more than a year ago, I have finished my junior year and will hopefully have that story finished before I enter my senior year. But here's a topical day for me from a day in school.
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I was intensely studying the inside of my eyelids when my alarm goes off. I hit it. I roll over and see that it is 6:30 am. “Yawn! Got to get up. Groan!” I tell myself. This year is different, not only am I not the ‘Fresh meat’ that Seniors would say, but my brother is the ‘Fresh Meat’. Oh yeah! That was going to be fun. Anyways, I put my feet on the ice cold floor and get up. I stretch to the ceiling then touch my toes. “Wow, I’m stiff.” I tell myself, I talk to myself a lot in the morning. I grab my towel and tip toes up stairs, so my brother won’t wake up. I step up to the last step and see my brother opening his door. He gives me this look. And I then immediately turn and finish my rush upstairs as my brother comes rushing after me with his dogs right behind him. It was a race to the shower. I try to pick up my pace but my brother was right on my heel. I turn the corner and do a sprint to the bathroom. I slip behind the bathroom door and lock it. My brother starts banging on the door in defeat. I quickly take my shower, how refreshing it is to take it with victory running through your blood. I soon am done and exit the bathroom, Matt (my brother) then walks by me to enter the shower while giving me an evil glare. I laugh and head to the table and eat a quick breakfast while doing devotions. I do my finishing touchs on getting ready for school and then look at the clock. It’s 7:30, time to go. I head out to the garage and hop on my moped and take off. A few minutes later I arrive at school. I made good time, It was 7:45. Ten minutes until class, this gives me time to walk around with friends or finish some assignments. At about 7:53 I go to my first hour, Theatre.
I enter Theatre class and everyone is talking. I sit down at my table and we have our debate whether or not if Arby’s serves chicken sandwiches or just talk random stuff. Mr. Sciender then comes out tells us to listen to announcements, the class quiets down some, but it is still pretty noisy. After announcements Sceinder gives his Theatre announcements. We then began class. Theatre class is not like any other class. You do a lot of hands on stuff. Like playing a ton of different theatre games. They are quick thinking games to help us better on stage. Theatre class is fun because you can make a fool of your self without feeling weird. One of the plus sides of theatre class besides being able to freely express yourself, is that you have almost no homework. If you get homework it is only because you need to memorize lines, but it’s not that bad. Lots of joking and fun goes on as we learn. Then the bell rings and first hour is over.
I leave the performing art building and head to the main building. I bump into Kraft on my way to second hour and we do our routinely wassup pass. Then I meet up with my best friend Jane and we walk to the end of the hall below the stairs of my second hour class. We do our annually drink call, then step aside and talk. Devon joins us and we chat for a few. Then the warning bell rings and Jane and I do our special handshake and depart our separate ways. I head upstairs to Chemx with Mr. Sissing. I get to class and see that the door is shut and lock. I then go “oh, stink! We have to do the song ticket today!” Everyone begins to panic and pulls out their binders and quickly try to memorize the song. We all get in line, and Mr. Sissing opens the door. “Why hello guys! Are you ready?” Everyone steps up and one by one everyone sings the scientific method song. Finally it gets to be my turn I sing it and do the motions. WOOHOOO! I passed! Mr. Sissing let’s me. What a relief. I sit down at my desk and wait until everyone is done. Mr. Sissing then boots up his computer and starts up the openings which are short little video clips about some interesting new scientific research. After we watch it we LAP about. Then Mr. Sissing does a character study of the day which I really like. He picks a character like Humility or Encouraging or something like that then he talks about it so that we may learn something about doing better in the world. Mr. Sissing is a very cool teacher, because he really does care about us. Everyday he reminds us that he’s there for us before school, after school, or at lunch if we need extra help. Mr. Sissing then goes over the Mind map (our agenda) for today. Mr. Sissing tries to come with interesting hands on stuff to help us learn better. Like the songs he teaches us. Most of the time we will wine and groan about having to learn a new song, but inside I think we are all excited and happy that Mr. Sissing works hard to come up with these songs and fun ways to help us learn better. One other cool thing is that we have a table partner that we do everything with. My partner is Tyler. He’s pretty cool. We both help each other a lot on stuff we don’t understand. And neither of us is afraid to ask Mr. Sissing for help. Well, after we learn a song or do an experiment or take notes. The bell rings and it is finally time for lunch, which is still at 10:32. But now it’s time for some fun.
I head downstairs and meet up with Jane. We talk about how are second hour went then head to the art room to set our bags down. This year at school I am involved in a whole lot of clubs. FCA, SADD, and Calling-All-Colors. But when I don’t have a meeting then Jane and I head to Speed Way and get some yummy slushies. Jane has a car so, we can get there and back pretty quickly. When we get back we walk the hallways with our slushies and talk and talk to some of our other friends too. We then head to the school’s microwave and I heat up my lunch that I packed. Jane and I then take a seat and split it. Yum yum. We take another walk around then start heading to the green hall for class. Jane tries to quickly gulp down her slushie before her third hour class, because her teacher can’t stand drinks in her class. The warning bell rings and we depart yet again our separate ways. I head into one of my other favorite classes, History.
History class is awesome! Awesome classmates, Awesome subject, and of course awesome teacher. Mr. T teaches in a very interesting way. He loves to make the class a fun, joking, yet serious environment. Some of the same people our in this class as in my world history class last year. One of them would be Eric. He definantly lives the class up even more with personality. Mr. T announces to us that we are going to be playing jeopardy today. Some quickly try to get in a order that will hopely get them in the same group as their friends. Mr. T then counts us off into groups. We split up and quickly try to form a circle with our chair with our group to get the extra bonus points. We quickly sit down and yell done just a few seconds before the other team. We cheer because we get the extra points. Mr. T announces the prize of the day is extra credit on the test. Everyone starts giving their team the look that they must win because they NEED the extra help. I feel pretty confident because I studied pretty hard the previous night and took good notes. And I have good team members: Jason, Liz, Jeff, and Matt. I give named spokesperson and the game is on. We are given some tough questions but we nail them or are completing humiliated. Just kidding, but it does get pretty intense. Until it comes to the final round where its double or nothing. Our team decides to bet it all. We are in suspense as we wait for the question hoping that we did not just make a mistake. But we decided to go big or go home. Finally the question is given. I let out a sigh of relief because I know the answer. Then a problem arises, Liz Wolter is positive that the answer is something else. Uh oh, one minute left to decide before we have to hand in our answer. The group is split, which one is correct? We quickly just randomly write one down hope that it is right. We hand it in with just a few seconds to spare. We all cross our fingers hoping that ours is correct. He’s reads off the other groups. Lots of cries of victory and defeat. Then Mr. T comes to our card he reads it and pauses. He then says to us, “This is killing you to know if it is correct isn’t it?” We all yell, “Yes!” He laugh then says slowly, “iiiittttt……iiiiisssss….(pause breathing break)……correct!” We all leap out of our seats and yell excitedly! We won! We run over to Mr. T’s desk to write down our names for the extra credit. We then put the room back together and gather our things and wait by the door for the bell to ring. As we wait we all ‘fellowship’ with one another until the bell rings. Then it’s a mad pack to get through the door. We all say bye and hi five each other and then I meet up with Jane to head to…..fourth hour!
Jane and I walk between third and fourth hour to get a change of pace. Probably the best thing about fourth hour is that we have it together. It’s our only class that we have together. So, we walk back inside and head to Math class. We take our usual seats and chat some more. The bell rings and Ms. Wallace and Ms. Van Laan (her student teacher) come in and set up for the day. Jane and I continue to talk and the rest of class does too while they get set up. Ms. Wallace then announces it is time to get started. She starts off with a question of the day which is just a random fun question like What’s your dream job, What’s your favorite animal, What did you do this weekend, and stuff like that. We then get down to business and Ms. Wallace let’s Ms. Van Laan take over and teach us. Ms. Van Laan is a great teacher, I love her style of teaching, it’s very fun and hands-on. She tells that we are playing a game today, Final Four Geometry. We quickly arrange into teams. Jane and I join up and recruit Claudia and Jimmy over to our team. We decide to name our team the ‘Sphere Monkeys’. I then pull out our mascot ArchieKins and Funkie Junkie. We are very excite to get started. The game goes on. It’s a lot of fun. Some questions easy some hard. But we fly by the best we can. Finally the moment of truth comes and we faced with trying to make a basket to gain extra points. I’m up to try to score my team holds their breaths as I aim and prepare to take shot. I grasp the ball and close my eyes and shoot the ball. It tumbles through the air, it begins to round the rim, I fall to the ground hoping it will make it in. Silence falls across the room. Finally, the makes it’s last loop and it…..falls in!!! Yahoo! We win! The Sphere Monkeys jump up and cheer. We win!! Then the bell rings and fourth hour is over.
We depart and Jane and I head to our final class. We take a short cut to avoid traffic and then stop at are corner to chat before we have to go to class. We do are special handshake again and take off for our final hour. I take a deep breath then prepare to enter my fifth hour, American Literature.
Now, I like the subject, it’s just that my English class is, how should I put this? Oh yeah, rowdy. And I’m right in the crossfire. I still enjoy it, but sometimes it does get stressful. Especially when you’re trying to read. But the class can be fun too. Ms. Mawdsley is the teacher, and she is a sweet person, but you can tell at times she just wants to pull her hair out. She tries her best to try to get the class under control. She finally decided to form reading groups which seemed to help a lot. It made it much more enjoyable and more controllable class. Occasionally, we will have art projects for us to express what we learning while reading the different kind of books. I love this because I love art projects. After some hot debates on some random topics the bell rings and class has ended. Finally, school is over! I race out and meet up with Jane. We hang out and walk around the school chatting and giving the cameras ‘peace offerings’. Then we at last depart our separate ways for home or sports practice.
Well, there you have it. Yet another year in my life as a Holland High student. Only the future tells what is in store for me the coming years. I can hardly believe that I am half way done with highschool. It’s been a blast. I absolutely love it. I will never forget all the memories I had here. Thanks for all the wonderful memories, I look forward to more in the future as I enter my Junior and Senior year. Peace Out!
~Miles Hazel~
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I was intensely studying the inside of my eyelids when my alarm goes off. I hit it. I roll over and see that it is 6:30 am. “Yawn! Got to get up. Groan!” I tell myself. This year is different, not only am I not the ‘Fresh meat’ that Seniors would say, but my brother is the ‘Fresh Meat’. Oh yeah! That was going to be fun. Anyways, I put my feet on the ice cold floor and get up. I stretch to the ceiling then touch my toes. “Wow, I’m stiff.” I tell myself, I talk to myself a lot in the morning. I grab my towel and tip toes up stairs, so my brother won’t wake up. I step up to the last step and see my brother opening his door. He gives me this look. And I then immediately turn and finish my rush upstairs as my brother comes rushing after me with his dogs right behind him. It was a race to the shower. I try to pick up my pace but my brother was right on my heel. I turn the corner and do a sprint to the bathroom. I slip behind the bathroom door and lock it. My brother starts banging on the door in defeat. I quickly take my shower, how refreshing it is to take it with victory running through your blood. I soon am done and exit the bathroom, Matt (my brother) then walks by me to enter the shower while giving me an evil glare. I laugh and head to the table and eat a quick breakfast while doing devotions. I do my finishing touchs on getting ready for school and then look at the clock. It’s 7:30, time to go. I head out to the garage and hop on my moped and take off. A few minutes later I arrive at school. I made good time, It was 7:45. Ten minutes until class, this gives me time to walk around with friends or finish some assignments. At about 7:53 I go to my first hour, Theatre.
I enter Theatre class and everyone is talking. I sit down at my table and we have our debate whether or not if Arby’s serves chicken sandwiches or just talk random stuff. Mr. Sciender then comes out tells us to listen to announcements, the class quiets down some, but it is still pretty noisy. After announcements Sceinder gives his Theatre announcements. We then began class. Theatre class is not like any other class. You do a lot of hands on stuff. Like playing a ton of different theatre games. They are quick thinking games to help us better on stage. Theatre class is fun because you can make a fool of your self without feeling weird. One of the plus sides of theatre class besides being able to freely express yourself, is that you have almost no homework. If you get homework it is only because you need to memorize lines, but it’s not that bad. Lots of joking and fun goes on as we learn. Then the bell rings and first hour is over.
I leave the performing art building and head to the main building. I bump into Kraft on my way to second hour and we do our routinely wassup pass. Then I meet up with my best friend Jane and we walk to the end of the hall below the stairs of my second hour class. We do our annually drink call, then step aside and talk. Devon joins us and we chat for a few. Then the warning bell rings and Jane and I do our special handshake and depart our separate ways. I head upstairs to Chemx with Mr. Sissing. I get to class and see that the door is shut and lock. I then go “oh, stink! We have to do the song ticket today!” Everyone begins to panic and pulls out their binders and quickly try to memorize the song. We all get in line, and Mr. Sissing opens the door. “Why hello guys! Are you ready?” Everyone steps up and one by one everyone sings the scientific method song. Finally it gets to be my turn I sing it and do the motions. WOOHOOO! I passed! Mr. Sissing let’s me. What a relief. I sit down at my desk and wait until everyone is done. Mr. Sissing then boots up his computer and starts up the openings which are short little video clips about some interesting new scientific research. After we watch it we LAP about. Then Mr. Sissing does a character study of the day which I really like. He picks a character like Humility or Encouraging or something like that then he talks about it so that we may learn something about doing better in the world. Mr. Sissing is a very cool teacher, because he really does care about us. Everyday he reminds us that he’s there for us before school, after school, or at lunch if we need extra help. Mr. Sissing then goes over the Mind map (our agenda) for today. Mr. Sissing tries to come with interesting hands on stuff to help us learn better. Like the songs he teaches us. Most of the time we will wine and groan about having to learn a new song, but inside I think we are all excited and happy that Mr. Sissing works hard to come up with these songs and fun ways to help us learn better. One other cool thing is that we have a table partner that we do everything with. My partner is Tyler. He’s pretty cool. We both help each other a lot on stuff we don’t understand. And neither of us is afraid to ask Mr. Sissing for help. Well, after we learn a song or do an experiment or take notes. The bell rings and it is finally time for lunch, which is still at 10:32. But now it’s time for some fun.
I head downstairs and meet up with Jane. We talk about how are second hour went then head to the art room to set our bags down. This year at school I am involved in a whole lot of clubs. FCA, SADD, and Calling-All-Colors. But when I don’t have a meeting then Jane and I head to Speed Way and get some yummy slushies. Jane has a car so, we can get there and back pretty quickly. When we get back we walk the hallways with our slushies and talk and talk to some of our other friends too. We then head to the school’s microwave and I heat up my lunch that I packed. Jane and I then take a seat and split it. Yum yum. We take another walk around then start heading to the green hall for class. Jane tries to quickly gulp down her slushie before her third hour class, because her teacher can’t stand drinks in her class. The warning bell rings and we depart yet again our separate ways. I head into one of my other favorite classes, History.
History class is awesome! Awesome classmates, Awesome subject, and of course awesome teacher. Mr. T teaches in a very interesting way. He loves to make the class a fun, joking, yet serious environment. Some of the same people our in this class as in my world history class last year. One of them would be Eric. He definantly lives the class up even more with personality. Mr. T announces to us that we are going to be playing jeopardy today. Some quickly try to get in a order that will hopely get them in the same group as their friends. Mr. T then counts us off into groups. We split up and quickly try to form a circle with our chair with our group to get the extra bonus points. We quickly sit down and yell done just a few seconds before the other team. We cheer because we get the extra points. Mr. T announces the prize of the day is extra credit on the test. Everyone starts giving their team the look that they must win because they NEED the extra help. I feel pretty confident because I studied pretty hard the previous night and took good notes. And I have good team members: Jason, Liz, Jeff, and Matt. I give named spokesperson and the game is on. We are given some tough questions but we nail them or are completing humiliated. Just kidding, but it does get pretty intense. Until it comes to the final round where its double or nothing. Our team decides to bet it all. We are in suspense as we wait for the question hoping that we did not just make a mistake. But we decided to go big or go home. Finally the question is given. I let out a sigh of relief because I know the answer. Then a problem arises, Liz Wolter is positive that the answer is something else. Uh oh, one minute left to decide before we have to hand in our answer. The group is split, which one is correct? We quickly just randomly write one down hope that it is right. We hand it in with just a few seconds to spare. We all cross our fingers hoping that ours is correct. He’s reads off the other groups. Lots of cries of victory and defeat. Then Mr. T comes to our card he reads it and pauses. He then says to us, “This is killing you to know if it is correct isn’t it?” We all yell, “Yes!” He laugh then says slowly, “iiiittttt……iiiiisssss….(pause breathing break)……correct!” We all leap out of our seats and yell excitedly! We won! We run over to Mr. T’s desk to write down our names for the extra credit. We then put the room back together and gather our things and wait by the door for the bell to ring. As we wait we all ‘fellowship’ with one another until the bell rings. Then it’s a mad pack to get through the door. We all say bye and hi five each other and then I meet up with Jane to head to…..fourth hour!
Jane and I walk between third and fourth hour to get a change of pace. Probably the best thing about fourth hour is that we have it together. It’s our only class that we have together. So, we walk back inside and head to Math class. We take our usual seats and chat some more. The bell rings and Ms. Wallace and Ms. Van Laan (her student teacher) come in and set up for the day. Jane and I continue to talk and the rest of class does too while they get set up. Ms. Wallace then announces it is time to get started. She starts off with a question of the day which is just a random fun question like What’s your dream job, What’s your favorite animal, What did you do this weekend, and stuff like that. We then get down to business and Ms. Wallace let’s Ms. Van Laan take over and teach us. Ms. Van Laan is a great teacher, I love her style of teaching, it’s very fun and hands-on. She tells that we are playing a game today, Final Four Geometry. We quickly arrange into teams. Jane and I join up and recruit Claudia and Jimmy over to our team. We decide to name our team the ‘Sphere Monkeys’. I then pull out our mascot ArchieKins and Funkie Junkie. We are very excite to get started. The game goes on. It’s a lot of fun. Some questions easy some hard. But we fly by the best we can. Finally the moment of truth comes and we faced with trying to make a basket to gain extra points. I’m up to try to score my team holds their breaths as I aim and prepare to take shot. I grasp the ball and close my eyes and shoot the ball. It tumbles through the air, it begins to round the rim, I fall to the ground hoping it will make it in. Silence falls across the room. Finally, the makes it’s last loop and it…..falls in!!! Yahoo! We win! The Sphere Monkeys jump up and cheer. We win!! Then the bell rings and fourth hour is over.
We depart and Jane and I head to our final class. We take a short cut to avoid traffic and then stop at are corner to chat before we have to go to class. We do are special handshake again and take off for our final hour. I take a deep breath then prepare to enter my fifth hour, American Literature.
Now, I like the subject, it’s just that my English class is, how should I put this? Oh yeah, rowdy. And I’m right in the crossfire. I still enjoy it, but sometimes it does get stressful. Especially when you’re trying to read. But the class can be fun too. Ms. Mawdsley is the teacher, and she is a sweet person, but you can tell at times she just wants to pull her hair out. She tries her best to try to get the class under control. She finally decided to form reading groups which seemed to help a lot. It made it much more enjoyable and more controllable class. Occasionally, we will have art projects for us to express what we learning while reading the different kind of books. I love this because I love art projects. After some hot debates on some random topics the bell rings and class has ended. Finally, school is over! I race out and meet up with Jane. We hang out and walk around the school chatting and giving the cameras ‘peace offerings’. Then we at last depart our separate ways for home or sports practice.
Well, there you have it. Yet another year in my life as a Holland High student. Only the future tells what is in store for me the coming years. I can hardly believe that I am half way done with highschool. It’s been a blast. I absolutely love it. I will never forget all the memories I had here. Thanks for all the wonderful memories, I look forward to more in the future as I enter my Junior and Senior year. Peace Out!
~Miles Hazel~
A Special Place in My Heart
This is another special memory I wrote based on precious moments with my grandparents. I never want to forget these times.
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I was enjoying the warmth of the nice soft, fleece blankets. When suddenly they are ripped from me and I felt two strong hands push hard into my sides. I squirm and try to escape and let out a scream. I turn to see my grandfather to continue to tickle me as he yells, “Tickle Alarm! Tickle Alarm!” I giggle as I rolled out of bed. He gives me a great big smile and asks me, “Are you ready for some breakfast, little chef?” I squealed. “Yes!” My grandfather walks out to the kitchen while I shut the door, and then put on my jeans. I then race out to the kitchen and put on my little apron. “Are you ayeing the toaster?” asked my grandfather. “Yep! Ready for duty!” We quickly get breakfast assembled and then sit down to enjoy it. My grandmother joins us. “This is delicious, dear.” She exclaims. “Why thanks honey, but I couldn’t have done it without my little bit!” He replies. I show a huge smile of pride and continue to eat. We finish up and then I give my Grandpa the ‘bill’. “What do you mean I own 300,000 dollars for breakfast? I did most of the cooking!” I giggled then darted away before he could get me. But it was too late. He swoops me up in his arms, and before I know it, I’m upside down. I let out another squeal and laugh. My grandpa lays me on the floor and sits on me. He then begins to tickle me. I laugh and yell, “Stop! I’m going to end up wetting my pants!” My grandpa lets up a bit and says, “What about that Bill?” I try to catch a breath of air and finally was able to let out, “You can pay me back later.” My grandpa smiles and gets up off of me. He stands up and gives me a hand up. He lets out a gush of air, and then plops down in his favorite brown chair.
He says, “Come here Little Bit.” I come towards him. He picks me up and sets me in his lap. It was time for my favorite time, snuggle time. I snuggle up in a small little ball really closely to him. He then begins to close his eyes. I let out a little yawn. He opens his eyes a crack and looks down at me and smiles. I look back at him and return the smile. My Grandpa gives me a little squeeze, I come in closer. I felt so happy. My grandpa had closed his eyes again. I turned my head to his ear and said, “I love you Grandpa.” He opens his eyes again that looked a little wet. And tells me, “I love you too, Little Bit, And I always will.” I gave my Grandpa another hug, then slowly my eyes droop to a close too.
Now that I’ve grown bigger I can’t snuggle on my grandpa’s lap anymore. But I still love him the same way. And I will always think back on those days when I did curl up with him for that special snuggle. We have had many cherished memories, and I will never forget them. But most of all I will never forget my grandfather and the impact he has had in my life. Encouraging me to go on farther, and that I can do anything. I love you Grandpa.
~Miles Hazel~
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I was enjoying the warmth of the nice soft, fleece blankets. When suddenly they are ripped from me and I felt two strong hands push hard into my sides. I squirm and try to escape and let out a scream. I turn to see my grandfather to continue to tickle me as he yells, “Tickle Alarm! Tickle Alarm!” I giggle as I rolled out of bed. He gives me a great big smile and asks me, “Are you ready for some breakfast, little chef?” I squealed. “Yes!” My grandfather walks out to the kitchen while I shut the door, and then put on my jeans. I then race out to the kitchen and put on my little apron. “Are you ayeing the toaster?” asked my grandfather. “Yep! Ready for duty!” We quickly get breakfast assembled and then sit down to enjoy it. My grandmother joins us. “This is delicious, dear.” She exclaims. “Why thanks honey, but I couldn’t have done it without my little bit!” He replies. I show a huge smile of pride and continue to eat. We finish up and then I give my Grandpa the ‘bill’. “What do you mean I own 300,000 dollars for breakfast? I did most of the cooking!” I giggled then darted away before he could get me. But it was too late. He swoops me up in his arms, and before I know it, I’m upside down. I let out another squeal and laugh. My grandpa lays me on the floor and sits on me. He then begins to tickle me. I laugh and yell, “Stop! I’m going to end up wetting my pants!” My grandpa lets up a bit and says, “What about that Bill?” I try to catch a breath of air and finally was able to let out, “You can pay me back later.” My grandpa smiles and gets up off of me. He stands up and gives me a hand up. He lets out a gush of air, and then plops down in his favorite brown chair.
He says, “Come here Little Bit.” I come towards him. He picks me up and sets me in his lap. It was time for my favorite time, snuggle time. I snuggle up in a small little ball really closely to him. He then begins to close his eyes. I let out a little yawn. He opens his eyes a crack and looks down at me and smiles. I look back at him and return the smile. My Grandpa gives me a little squeeze, I come in closer. I felt so happy. My grandpa had closed his eyes again. I turned my head to his ear and said, “I love you Grandpa.” He opens his eyes again that looked a little wet. And tells me, “I love you too, Little Bit, And I always will.” I gave my Grandpa another hug, then slowly my eyes droop to a close too.
Now that I’ve grown bigger I can’t snuggle on my grandpa’s lap anymore. But I still love him the same way. And I will always think back on those days when I did curl up with him for that special snuggle. We have had many cherished memories, and I will never forget them. But most of all I will never forget my grandfather and the impact he has had in my life. Encouraging me to go on farther, and that I can do anything. I love you Grandpa.
~Miles Hazel~
Dear to My Heart
This is written for my grandmother. This is one of my favorite memories with her. Enjoy.
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It was a chilly night. A night for fire places and hot chocolate. But that’s not what this night was going to be about. Mom and Dad were going out. So as a little 6 year old girl with bouncy pigtails I was excited because this meant a night with Grandma. This would be a special night, I knew it would be fun and remember able. We pulled into the drive way and I could see Grandma in the house waiting for me. Dad opened the door for me and I ran into the house. There was my warm hearted grandmother with curly hair and always a smile on her face.I leapt into her arms for a hug. Then Mom and Dad gave kisses to me and said, “Now you be a good girl for Grandma.” I nodded happily and helped pushed them out the door. They chuckled and yelled back, “Thanks for watching her Sarah! We’ll be back by 9!” They scurried away and now it was just my grandma and I. “So, little Miss, what are we going to do tonight?” I thought hard. I wrinkled my nose and got my thinking face on. It had to be perfect. “Let’s make cookies!” I grinned. “Okay sweetheart. I’ll get the ingredients and you get the cookie cutters. “ I scampered across the kitchen and gathered all the pretty cookie cutters I could find. I brought them to the counter and placed them next to the flour. “Alrighty Elizabeth, first thing we got to do is…” “Wash our hands!” I shouted. I rushed into the bathroom to clean my hands. After a good little bit I raced back to the kitchen. “Now, we going to have to get our hands dirty a bit…” “Then why did we wash our hands if their just getting dirty again?” My grandma laughed at my comment. “Oh, it will be alright.” She smirked to herself and turned and gave me a squeeze. We made the squishy dough. She then took off the lid to the flour. “Okay, so we need to lay out some flour to roll the dough in. Just scoop it out and put it on the counter. “Okay” I said. I grabbed a large over flowing cup of flour and dumped it on the counter. We started rolling the dough out. I placed my tiny little hands into the flour. I realized my hands were really dirty with flour covering them. I turned to the side and smacked my hands together. A large puff of flour went flying into my grandma’s face. She now looked like a ghost. I thought she would be mad, but instead she laughed and tickled me. I laughed too. “Be careful where you clap!” She smiled. We continued to roll out the cookies. I did forget sometimes where to clap my hands, grandma in return clapped in my direction as well. We giggled we laughed, it was a precious moment. By the time we finished we both looked like white ghosts. Grandma turned to me and said, “We better get you cleaned up before your parents come back. They might think you’re a ghost!” I laughed and nodded. We both got all cleaned up. Grandma and I then decided to make ornaments while the cookies baked. We had lots of laughs and love. At long last 9 came. Mom and Dad walked in. “Hello? We’re back!” I ran up to them both and gave them a big hug. “Was Elizabeth a good girl?” I smiled and grandma nodded. “Yes, she was excellent. We had fun didn’t we Elizabeth?” I grabbed my grandma and gave her a big hug. “I love you grandma. Tonight was fun. “ I went back to the door and put on my shoes and coat. The adults were talking while waiting for me, then I remembered, “Grandma! I never got to eat a cookie! I was having too much fun!” Grandma turned to me. “Oh, well, that’s not right! I guess you’ll have to come back tomorrow to have some!” I squealed with delight. I gave grandma a big kiss and raced out the door. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come! As we pulled out the drive way and waved good bye. I realized that I really loved my grandma and that tonight was a special night. Just her and me. And now that I’m older I realize that I didn’t want to go back to Grandma’s house for the cookie, no I wanted to go back to spend more time with her. Cause I love her.
~Miles Hazel~
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It was a chilly night. A night for fire places and hot chocolate. But that’s not what this night was going to be about. Mom and Dad were going out. So as a little 6 year old girl with bouncy pigtails I was excited because this meant a night with Grandma. This would be a special night, I knew it would be fun and remember able. We pulled into the drive way and I could see Grandma in the house waiting for me. Dad opened the door for me and I ran into the house. There was my warm hearted grandmother with curly hair and always a smile on her face.I leapt into her arms for a hug. Then Mom and Dad gave kisses to me and said, “Now you be a good girl for Grandma.” I nodded happily and helped pushed them out the door. They chuckled and yelled back, “Thanks for watching her Sarah! We’ll be back by 9!” They scurried away and now it was just my grandma and I. “So, little Miss, what are we going to do tonight?” I thought hard. I wrinkled my nose and got my thinking face on. It had to be perfect. “Let’s make cookies!” I grinned. “Okay sweetheart. I’ll get the ingredients and you get the cookie cutters. “ I scampered across the kitchen and gathered all the pretty cookie cutters I could find. I brought them to the counter and placed them next to the flour. “Alrighty Elizabeth, first thing we got to do is…” “Wash our hands!” I shouted. I rushed into the bathroom to clean my hands. After a good little bit I raced back to the kitchen. “Now, we going to have to get our hands dirty a bit…” “Then why did we wash our hands if their just getting dirty again?” My grandma laughed at my comment. “Oh, it will be alright.” She smirked to herself and turned and gave me a squeeze. We made the squishy dough. She then took off the lid to the flour. “Okay, so we need to lay out some flour to roll the dough in. Just scoop it out and put it on the counter. “Okay” I said. I grabbed a large over flowing cup of flour and dumped it on the counter. We started rolling the dough out. I placed my tiny little hands into the flour. I realized my hands were really dirty with flour covering them. I turned to the side and smacked my hands together. A large puff of flour went flying into my grandma’s face. She now looked like a ghost. I thought she would be mad, but instead she laughed and tickled me. I laughed too. “Be careful where you clap!” She smiled. We continued to roll out the cookies. I did forget sometimes where to clap my hands, grandma in return clapped in my direction as well. We giggled we laughed, it was a precious moment. By the time we finished we both looked like white ghosts. Grandma turned to me and said, “We better get you cleaned up before your parents come back. They might think you’re a ghost!” I laughed and nodded. We both got all cleaned up. Grandma and I then decided to make ornaments while the cookies baked. We had lots of laughs and love. At long last 9 came. Mom and Dad walked in. “Hello? We’re back!” I ran up to them both and gave them a big hug. “Was Elizabeth a good girl?” I smiled and grandma nodded. “Yes, she was excellent. We had fun didn’t we Elizabeth?” I grabbed my grandma and gave her a big hug. “I love you grandma. Tonight was fun. “ I went back to the door and put on my shoes and coat. The adults were talking while waiting for me, then I remembered, “Grandma! I never got to eat a cookie! I was having too much fun!” Grandma turned to me. “Oh, well, that’s not right! I guess you’ll have to come back tomorrow to have some!” I squealed with delight. I gave grandma a big kiss and raced out the door. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to come! As we pulled out the drive way and waved good bye. I realized that I really loved my grandma and that tonight was a special night. Just her and me. And now that I’m older I realize that I didn’t want to go back to Grandma’s house for the cookie, no I wanted to go back to spend more time with her. Cause I love her.
~Miles Hazel~
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