Happiness ( narrative essay )
The most important part of life is happiness, it is the main goal everyone strives to achieve. For me i use friendship as a tool of happiness, surrounding yourself with positive people and love guarantees a recipe for happiness.
Since I was young, I have been very good at making friends. But my family was moving from cities to cities constantly, it was hard to keep my friends. Slowly all my childhood friends turned from best friends into faded memories in the back of my head. I still see faces i can still barely remember, and memories I wish I could relive. But that is how life is, friends come and go and you make new ones. It is a bittersweet reality. But I will be forever grateful for all my best friends that i have ever had in my life. Their names and faces already carved on the inside of my brain making it impossible for me to forget. The nameless preschool buddy, my best friend from Foster City Chris, friends that have came and left but left an important impact on my life. Although we might not be friends any more. I will never forget the happiness they brought to me. Ten years ago I made my first best friend. His name I cannot remember, but his face and cheerful smile is well familiar to me. Every day I looked forward to preschool, even though it had cracks in the walls, and classrooms that could barely fit the kids, like an overflowing water bucket. It was a small poor school that was not very attractive but my best friend made coming to school every day worth it. We would exchange power ranger action figures, harass girls on the play structure, and laughed and laughed together. He brought me true happiness. He was my best friend of preschool and source of happiness during my early ages of life.
But then the time came when preschool was finally over, and we had to move on to bigger and better things, like elementary school. Our family had to move to another city where i attended kindergarten, then in the middle of kindergarten i moved again, and then again. It was a chaotic time in my life, It was as if i was a on a never ending roller coaster. apartments after apartments, schools after schools. It was very hard for me to make friends. I felt lonely and missed my best friend. I had many grievances at the time, but after a period of moving everywhere, my parents jobs have finally settled down. I ended up in a little city called Foster City. It was beautiful. We had a nice neighborhood and a great school. I thought we have finally found a place to stay for a while.
It wasn't long before I got to know the people in my school. I became fond with a kid named Chris. We were in the same class, and same soccer team. He was a shy, and nervous boy. Once we were at a basketball camp,
and one of the coaches asked “ what’s your name? “
Chris suddenly burst in tears. But when i was alone with him, i could see he wasn't really that shy boy i saw at basketball camp, he was energetic and fun. We got to hang out a lot, because our family have gotten close ever since we moved to Foster City.
I would go to his house everyday after school, and he’d show me his lightsaber collection, we’d play with his hamster, watch tv together, and then we would go to soccer practice. Every year we would go trick or treat, and have dinner together on holidays. Life in Foster City was luxuriating.
Chris wasn’t just a best friend to me. He was an important teacher. I learned lot of important things from him, like how to shoot a basketball. One day we went to the park like we usually did, it was a cool day, perfect weather to play basketball. The sky was pale and the trees whistled in the wind. I was never too good at shooting, but chris seemed to make it in the basket every time. I decided to ask him.
“How do you always get the ball into the basket?” I complained to him.
“Its easy,” Chris bragged, “just shoot the ball towards the red box on the back board.”
I looked at him strangely, I have never heard of such a method before in my life. But i trusted Chris. I got ready my shooting position and flinged the ball as hard as i can at the red box.
The ball bounced in the center of the box and rebounded right into the basket just like chris has said. My eyes shined like the sun; I couldn’t believe it actually worked. It was as if I have discovered a treasure.
Chris was the smartest kid i knew at the time. He taught me how to shoot a ball, and he was a math genius. He always helped me with my homework and he even explained to me how to tie my shoe. But i was far too simple minded and callow to understand anything he said. I had a great two years with him, from first grade to second grade i was the happiest i have ever been. But sadly it was time to move again. My sister was going into highschool, and Foster City did not have a high school. So we had to move to a new city. But this time for good.
I was sad i had to leave another best friend once again. I had so many great memories in Foster City. I
Happiness ( narrative essay )The most important part of life is happiness, it is the main goal everyone strives to achieve. For me i use friendship as a tool of happiness, surrounding yourself with positive people and love guarantees a recipe for happiness. Since I was young, I have been very good at making friends. But my family was moving from cities to cities constantly, it was hard to keep my friends. Slowly all my childhood friends turned from best friends into faded memories in the back of my head. I still see faces i can still barely remember, and memories I wish I could relive. But that is how life is, friends come and go and you make new ones. It is a bittersweet reality. But I will be forever grateful for all my best friends that i have ever had in my life. Their names and faces already carved on the inside of my brain making it impossible for me to forget. The nameless preschool buddy, my best friend from Foster City Chris, friends that have came and left but left an important impact on my life. Although we might not be friends any more. I will never forget the happiness they brought to me. Ten years ago I made my first best friend. His name I cannot remember, but his face and cheerful smile is well familiar to me. Every day I looked forward to preschool, even though it had cracks in the walls, and classrooms that could barely fit the kids, like an overflowing water bucket. It was a small poor school that was not very attractive but my best friend made coming to school every day worth it. We would exchange power ranger action figures, harass girls on the play structure, and laughed and laughed together. He brought me true happiness. He was my best friend of preschool and source of happiness during my early ages of life. But then the time came when preschool was finally over, and we had to move on to bigger and better things, like elementary school. Our family had to move to another city where i attended kindergarten, then in the middle of kindergarten i moved again, and then again. It was a chaotic time in my life, It was as if i was a on a never ending roller coaster. apartments after apartments, schools after schools. It was very hard for me to make friends. I felt lonely and missed my best friend. I had many grievances at the time, but after a period of moving everywhere, my parents jobs have finally settled down. I ended up in a little city called Foster City. It was beautiful. We had a nice neighborhood and a great school. I thought we have finally found a place to stay for a while.It wasn't long before I got to know the people in my school. I became fond with a kid named Chris. We were in the same class, and same soccer team. He was a shy, and nervous boy. Once we were at a basketball camp, and one of the coaches asked “ what’s your name? “ Chris suddenly burst in tears. But when i was alone with him, i could see he wasn't really that shy boy i saw at basketball camp, he was energetic and fun. We got to hang out a lot, because our family have gotten close ever since we moved to Foster City. I would go to his house everyday after school, and he’d show me his lightsaber collection, we’d play with his hamster, watch tv together, and then we would go to soccer practice. Every year we would go trick or treat, and have dinner together on holidays. Life in Foster City was luxuriating. Chris wasn’t just a best friend to me. He was an important teacher. I learned lot of important things from him, like how to shoot a basketball. One day we went to the park like we usually did, it was a cool day, perfect weather to play basketball. The sky was pale and the trees whistled in the wind. I was never too good at shooting, but chris seemed to make it in the basket every time. I decided to ask him.
“How do you always get the ball into the basket?” I complained to him.
“Its easy,” Chris bragged, “just shoot the ball towards the red box on the back board.”
I looked at him strangely, I have never heard of such a method before in my life. But i trusted Chris. I got ready my shooting position and flinged the ball as hard as i can at the red box.
The ball bounced in the center of the box and rebounded right into the basket just like chris has said. My eyes shined like the sun; I couldn’t believe it actually worked. It was as if I have discovered a treasure.
Chris was the smartest kid i knew at the time. He taught me how to shoot a ball, and he was a math genius. He always helped me with my homework and he even explained to me how to tie my shoe. But i was far too simple minded and callow to understand anything he said. I had a great two years with him, from first grade to second grade i was the happiest i have ever been. But sadly it was time to move again. My sister was going into highschool, and Foster City did not have a high school. So we had to move to a new city. But this time for good.
I was sad i had to leave another best friend once again. I had so many great memories in Foster City. I
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