Little Stuffed Animal
Growing up, my parents were too busy working that I really never got to see them. I had a nanny named Rosie from Amsterdam, and she was everything to me. She was like my second mother, like the woman that I wanted to become when I got older. I remember when I was 8 years old, I had a ballet winter recital and I was so excited to dance on stage. Every year Rosie came to my recitals with my parents to see me dance and be happy. This winter recital was the big one because I had a solo and I had been practicing in front of Rosie for so long, and she would help me make it better. The day of the performance I could not wait to dance on stage and show everyone how hard I had been working on my solo, even if it was small.
I was backstage with everyone and I peeked into the crowd to spot my parents and Rosie. I saw my parents but not Rosie. I thought, “maybe she is running late or something.” Finally It was my time for my solo and I looked past the bright light on stage and saw my parents with a big smile on their faces. I could tell that they were proud of me, but I still couldn’t see Rosie. Where could she be? I went along with my solo and I did pretty great for being an 8 year old. After the show, I asked my parents where Rosie was, and they told me they would tell me what happened in the car. I realized that we were going to the hospital to visit her. Rosie was running late to my show and had slipped on ice and broke something in her body, I was not sure. When we visited Rosie in the hospital and I could see the sadness in her face that she missed my show but that did not matter to me. All that mattered was she was okay. Rosie grabbed a stuffed animal by her bedside and gave it to me. Rosie was suppose to give me the stuff animal after my show. She said “I’m sorry that I missed your show and hope that this will make up for it.” Knowing me, I love stuffed animals. The stuffed animal was pink and looked handmade. It was an interesting toy it had no face. Rosie didn’t like faces on dolls because she felt like they were creepy looking with faces but I was fine with have a stuff animal with no face, I thought it was pretty cool. Rosie told me that she made the stuffed animal herself because she was so proud of me and how hard I worked on my solo for ballet. 11 years later I still have the stuffed animal that Rosie gave me sitting on top of my dresser.
Spring Break Party
The smell of alcohol and vomit will never leave my memory from that night. I guess it’s what I get for thinking that my friend Rowen and I could throw a party and have everything go as planned, but unfortunately, that was not the case. It’s every teenagers dream to take the opportunity to throw a spring break party, as we were about to do. Rowen and I were planning like crazy leading up to the event. We were saving our money and planning what type of things we were going to have at the party. There was so much preparation, and before the party started we had to clear out her whole house so nothing would be destroyed.
On the day of the event and we had friends helping out with food and drinks, and most importantly, spreading the news that this party was happening. We told everyone that it started at 10pm, but we knew as teens that people wouldn’t show up till around 11 or later. However, the weirdest thing happened. Right around 10 people started showing up left and right and I could not believe my eyes. Less than 30 minutes later, the house was packed with teens. We wanted to make some money from the ordeal, so we charged $10 per person and gave them a wristband that allowed them to drink from our table. Things went crazy shortly after. People were getting drunk so fast and were rolling weed on the second floor. Rowen and I knew that this party was getting way out of control pretty quickly. I was losing my voice from trying to control the crazy guests; I was yelling at people to get down, not to smoke inside the house, the list goes on and on. It was so loud that I couldn’t think. People were breaking the furniture and throwing up on the carpet. It went so out of control that Rowen and I knew that we had to shut it down and kick everyone out of the house. Getting drunk teens out of your house is one of the hardest things to do, because they don’t want to leave. By the time that we got everyone out, it was 11:30pm, and the house was trashed and the smell was unbelievable. I sure won’t throw a party like that ever again.
