Failure

A time that I've experienced failure was when I was a sophomore singing my NYSSMA solo in front of my choir. Before I was even up, I remember feeling extremely nervous and uneasy. My legs wouldn't stay still and they were shaking like crazy.
The song I chose to sing was a level four song All the Pretty Little Horses Lullaby. I had to learn and practice it with Mrs. Foti until I was comfortable enough to sing this in front of the entire choir. I was comfortable with the song and I even started out really well, but when I went to go turn the page, I turned the wrong sheet and I stumbled. I stopped singing and I just mumbled the words I thought were next. Extremely embarrassed and blushing deep red, I looked up at the pianist, Valentina and pleaded with my eyes to help me. Mrs. Foti quickly came over to help me pick out my part and I kept going. When the song was over, I was so disappointed in my myself and the way I handled it. As a matter of fact, I was ready to go home and throw myself on my bed so it can just engulf my failure in the blankets.
However, the day of NYSSMA, I got a really high score and performed better than I expected. The day after, I remembered the that horrible day, and laughed.

Future

It's no doubt I know about kids, I have two younger sisters and a baby brother, whom I take care of at times. I've seen him since day one and have acted like a babysitter to him and my sisters. Which, is no wonder why my friends have actually called me "mom" a few times, I guess. Some have said I'm "motherly" and caring, but I don't really know about that. I'm not even sure I want any kids I mean, I adore babies and little kids, but I don't want the responsibilities. I've watched how hard it is to be a mother, but I'm torn. I guess I'm still young, so I don't really need to think about that right now, except I cant help wonder about the future.
Speaking of the future, I'm actually really scared about how everything will turn out. Whether I'll have a job or even go to college. College is my number one priority now because it's so expensive and some are really hard to get into. Will I be the one that can never get in and lives with my parents? That would be horrible. Anyway, the point is I'm really nervous about my future. In all honesty though, I'm going to be a hobo.

Environment

A place where I feel content? I feel content at my house, I guess. That's honestly the only place I am completely comfortable. Most often, school drains me physically and mentally so, it feels good to come home after a long, exhausting day of school. The thing is, I've moved a lot over the past few years and there are different sentiments that go along with each house I've called home. Anyway, the house I remember the most, is the one I've lived in longest. I almost forgot about the one place that really makes me happy--the fair. At my old house I remember this one day we were going to go to the county fair. It became a tradition to get a picture from the photo booths at the fair. They're all aligned on a wall by year and it amazes me how much change can happen in just a few years, or months. Well, all I remember from that day, is not even being able to sit in one place because I was so excited. The amount of happiness I felt when we finally did get there was indescribable. I still feel like I did when I was a little girl; I love the rides, the food and the way it makes my family smile.
When I get there, the only thing I look for is the scariest ride. The adrenaline feels so good and I forget about any worries I have. The only problem is, whenever I go on these rides, someone has to go on with me. It's not that I'm scared, I just don't like to be alone in a two-person ride. I make my dad go with me and he hates it, but he does it anyway. Although, I'm pretty sure he secretly likes the rides I pick. Especially the dream catcher; we go on that ride every time we go to the fair. It's so fun and exhilarating, I always have to go on that ride.
There was this one time I really wanted to go on this really scary ride and I asked my dad to go with me, he said, "OK" and we waited in line. While I was waiting, the suspense was slowly building so I looked over at my dad with a smile. He looked nervous and didn't know what exactly to expect. Some time later, the line got shorter and it was our turn to go on. We got in and the ride started, it was forceful and spun around multiple times before coming to a stop. The whole time we were laughing and smiling, not caring about any of the worries we had. It felt good not to worry for once, honestly, which is rare for me. I'm always worries about something so these rides are a great way to distract myself, even if it's for a few minutes. That's pretty much the only reason I love the fair--it's very distracting. It also brings my family together more than any other thing, which is nice to see. Unfortunately, the fair only comes once a year, but I guess it's worth the wait for me.

Childhood Memories

The sun was beating down on my face, making everyone around me feel tired and sticky with sweat. My dad was inflating the little rubber pool while we waited and played in the soft grass. Jennifer and Kimberly were mumbling over the sound of the pump filling the pool with air; my sisters never wasted the opportunity to make a game out of anything. Of course, I was watching over them in the shade making sure they didn't get into any trouble and honestly, was too tired to join them anyway. Luckily, my dad finished inflating the baby pool and that's when my cousins arrived, shouting greetings and running towards us. Immediately, Jenny ran up to them and hugged each cousin, regardless of how hot and sweaty she was. Soon Kim followed and there was a little crowd forming when I went over to say, "hi." Meanwhile, my dad was getting the hose from out of the basement and turned it on. Thankfully, the rushing, icy water splashed in the baby pool, and I stood next to it hoping some of the tiny droplets would cool me down. My dad put the hose in the pool and let the water blast out. Carefully, I attempted to dip my foot in the water without getting the cold water infected with bits of grass and stuff on my foot. After a while my cousins got in the pool when it was all filled up and we had a great time. For some reason when I'm asked to think about a childhood memory, this was the only one I could remember. I guess I was really happy.