There was sounds of gunfire all around us, being in a 15inch thick steel tank doesn't break the feeling of fright. I was the gunner on a tank that delivers food to the injured. Not too often did I have to shoot down other tanks and people but there were times when we had to get through the battle field that was filled with mines. My heart was racing at the speed of light and at the same time I had to have the quickest reactions. After I was injured I was the guy who took the food from the tank and drove it up the mountain with a truck. My injury occurred in the middle of the battlefield. All tanks were assigned to go there because we were under heavy fire. My best friend was so afraid he peed his pants and I told him I wold take his spot as Machine Gun Gunner. I was firing a lot and I was even more frightened because I was not covered in 15inch metal on all sides, only in front of me. I had dust all over my face I was crying because I had never had to kill with direct contact only through the telescope. I was shoot in the back of the shoulder, hauled back into the truck and then I passed out I woke up in the injured room and my shoulder was bandaged and that's when I knew my fighting was over. After a long time of being the food delivery person something made me stop. I was down at the bottom of the mountain and I was about to greet the tank but I had seen it coming and it had run over a mine and exploded the tank. I got sick of all this fighting and I fled to Bucharest where I met my wife.
When she was just a kid her first job was selling gematogen . It is an extremely tasty sweet syrup that had a lot of Iron and vitamins in it. For her it was tastier than any chocolate and it only cost a santime back then(like most of the stuff). So when she got this job she thought that she could drink all the syrup she wanted and by the first hour of her job she drank all the syrup and had no more left and didn't make a penny. But she had only realized that until people started putting pennies in the syrup jar and she realized that she was swinging an empty bowl towards them, so she actually made some money after all.
My grandfather was just seventeen when the Nazi occupied Sibiu. They had taken all the men to concentration camps including him and his father. After weeks of treacherous labor rumors had been passed around that they were all going to be executed. Frightened to death he was crying. But then again he was wondering whether he would like his pain to end. His father said, Teodur (the Romanian way of saying his name Theodor) your life has just begun. I have lived enough, me and the other old people will distract the Germans while you and your friends will run away. But remember, you will have to run as fast as you can. And he did. He ran up the hill with his friends while being shot at. Some of his friends were left behind but he knew that if he stopped they would kill him so he ran and ran and ran until he had reached Bucharest (which was free of German occupation) to his surprise, the priest that tried to run way with him was there and he had been captured. It turned out that he was to be executed but when they shot him the bullet missed his brain and went through his nose and they left him there for night by the time he managed to crawl out onto the road and be helped by a passing truck.
My grandfather had thought that he wouldn't live to tell this story, but to his luck he could.
It was an exceedingly cold winter, even the pine trees were beginning to lose color, and it was no longer fun to have snowball fights because there was no snow to throw... just ice, and even if there was, I was inside in painfully tight tights, dancing ballet. It all started when my parents sent my sister to ballet, and I made a mistake of going there to watch her. The teacher said I was not aloud to watch... only dance so she made me put on tights. I was no good and neither was my sister but the teacher said I was excellent and she told my parent's they will only accept her if I come too (she wasn't flexible enough for ballet). I was embarrassed to tell my friends about it so I just went there every Tuesday and Wednesday to dance. The gym's walls were incredibly thin so it was just as cold inside as it was out but I couldn't wear my jacket, so I constantly had to go on trips to the bathroom( well also because I drank a lot of water). Even though I did have fun, it was not worth it. But at least I found another thing that I am better at than my sister. I was having fun until about the third month when my sister got jealous of me pointed out all my mistakes and told all my friends about it. Everybody made fun of me at school and my sister got meaner and meaner after a few more months passed my sister got sick of ballet and quit and they took me out too because I never talked about it so I guess they assumed I didn't like it.
Wrapped up in my blanket I sat up coughing non stop. I was sick, really sick. I had an extremely high fever so I felt like I was in the north pole. Looking in the mirror I remember I was extremely pale, my throat was extremely soar, and my brother was a pain in the A double S. Not only did I feel bored, sad nauseous, and I felt depressed because I had already missed a week's homework and was about to lose another. After a few days not only did it get worse, well... It got much worse and It was painful just to drink the water. And watching T.V does not pay off. I remember I was really frustrated by the end of the first week because I was sick of being sick and that really blows. By the start of the second week I was sweating like the people that say “I'm sweating like a pig”. I had to change my clothes every half hour so that I won't be sleeping in a puddle. I remember I had this feeling of horrifying terror that I'll never be healthy again and that really didn't put me in the mood to watch T.V. So I was basically an angry sweaty kid laying in bed all day. I really missed my friends a lot because I am a friends kind of guy. My whole family was extremely helpful (except my brother) and my mom skipped out on work which never does. It was a really hard time and not just for me but for my whole family, because in the middle of me being sick my mom got sick too and she was still taking care of me, and we were all led to believe it started with my brother because he was sneezing since Friday.
Other things that happened in 2009.
The opera... A wonderful place with an extremely elegant auditorium and beautiful soul enriching music... For grown-ups. For kids it's the place you go to experience the end of the world before the end of the world. It's the place you go to after you've served your duty in hell and are going to rot away in pain for the rest of your death, (which is forever)! It's a place where you pay to go get your ear drums pecked out by pigeons that chirp loud noises and get very tasty snacks in between. That is the only reason I agreed to go. I was sad that I couldn't stand up to my beliefs and it was even sadder when I almost passed out from boredom, but all that sadness went away when I got my hands on those tasty treats. There were cheesy ones and fishy ones, and meaty ones, and sweet ones there was everything. I just wish I could taste that piece of heaven without going back to hell. I feel like that guy from the McDonalds commercial who is in hell but it's very pretty and cloudy like heaven and there are burgers everywhere and right before he gets to take a bite out of the burger his mouth is sealed shut. Well that's not exactly what happened to me but it's kind of like it. Right when I was sitting down getting ready to fall asleep on the comfy velveteen cushioned chair, I heard music but no singing. It turned out the second part was a ballet and I was so relieved because it would be easier to fall asleep, too bad I forgot to never keep my hopes up because my mom kept on telling me to look at those jumps.
So from now on whenever I'm in a bad mood assume I'm going to the opera.
Some more things that happened in 2008
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It was the year of 2007, December 24, the day of Christmas Eve. It started out as a total bust because two minutes after I woke up I got in a fight with my dumb brother who said I was hogging the remote even though I wasn't watching TV, I was reading a book. So he started giving me noogie and the he started jumping on me pushing all the air out of my lungs and suffocating me with a pillow. Luckily I got to punch and kick him afterwards but my parents only saw me hitting him so they put the blame on me for waking them. I was grounded for five hours and they said I'm lucky it's Christmas. Well after that I was looking forward to meeting with my friends who always get us dazzling gifts for our birthdays so we were hoping they got us something great for Christmas. We had bot them something cool this year too. We got them a Credit-Card Monopoly board game and a remote control car. But the good thing for now was that I had my favorite breakfast (Asparagus wrapped in bacon dipped in boiled egg). It was eight o'clock already and we had gotten ready to go upstairs(did I mention they live an apartment above me).When we got there we ate a delicious feast and were getting ready to sing Karaoke. By the time it was twelve o'clock we started giving each other presents they really like ours but I'm not so sure they were convinced with my fake smile that I liked the pirate Russian video games they got us. But to me that was okay because I were singing carols with my friends and family and that is what Christmas is about, well not presents (although it would be fun to get some good presents).
Also some things that happened in 2007
It was the year of 2006, after a long ride from Bucharest we were all exhausted after arriving in the Carpathian Mountains, Transylvania. It was a boiling hot day, and topping that we were extremely tired and weary. We were staying at my mom's cousins. They had a sturdy house, but a huge territory that they mainly used for farming. I was eight years old at that time and even a slightly bizarre object or story interested me. At the farm there were quite a few animals, goats, chickens, fish (in the pond) cows, and a well which they got all their water from. I know it's just a well but I never used one in my life. My mom's aunt was very nice and cheeky (because she would always smush my cheeks) and she made the best lasagna and and moussaka. I remember when we ate dinner on the porch watching the golden sun set on the mountains. It had blistering beauty, golden on the inside but a surprisingly odd yet graceful shade of orange on the outside. At that moment I felt at home, watching a beautiful sunset eating a delicious dinner, but most importantly I was with my loving family and I realized how much other people would give for what I had. That memory is heart lifting and whenever I am sad I think of this and I always go back to a good mood. I remember the fish in the pond jumping out of the water during the sunset, dancing pleasantly. I remember that evening, whilst climbing up a hill I chased a butterfly into a cove without permission and I stepped into a puddle and I could see my own reflection, the butterfly had settled and I had caught it in a jar. I heard my mom call my name she said it was time for dessert, and I released it because where I would take it, it wouldn't feel at home.
Also what happened that year.
