For several
years, my family and I owned a condo up in Canmore in three sisters village. Across
the highway from where our condo was, there was a hill that my mom took my
brother and me every time that we went up there. The hill was incredibly steep
and went up about a kilometer or so. In retrospect, I am surprised that my
mother let my brother and I go on it at all considering the environment of the
hill. The left half of the hill was for the most part flat, but the right half
had multiple ramps and jumps that propelled some people an excess of 5 feet
into the air if they hit it straight on. I usually kept to the left side of the
hill, but on the last run of the day (go figure) I went down the left side of
the hill but about half way down the hill, a little kid about three or four
years old stepped out from the treeline that lined the hill. I put my left foot
out from the toboggan and pushed myself away from him, but straight into the
right side of the hill and into the path of the largest jump on the hill. Normally
I would have endured the jump and hoped for the best, but as fate would have
it, someone happened to have wiped out right in front of the jump and was just
standing there as if he were the only person on the hill. Rapidly approaching,
I yelled at him, but he didn’t hear me because of the helmet that he was
wearing. With no other option other than plow into the man and risk injury
myself, I threw myself off the side of the sled and rolled another 10 feet or
so before I even slowed down. The sled hit the jump, missing the oblivious idiot
standing at the base of the jump as if nothing had happened. With a hot head, I
stormed down the hill grabbed my sled and stormed back to the car. Although I
was angry at the time, in retrospect, it was kind of a fun and memorable
experience.
James' blog
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
Monday, 4 February 2013
Blog # 6
When I was
young, my brother really wanted an R2-D2 robot from star wars so for his
birthday my dad and I drove around the city for hours looking for this little
robot for my brother. We finally found it at a toys R us. It was a voice
activated robot that was about two feet tall, did dances, and had a little cup
holder that deployed out the front of the robot. When we gave it to my brother
he was the most excited that I have ever seen any child. It made me happy to
see my brother so happy. With that being said, after a small amount of time, I
felt like the tiny little robot had begun to replace me. With that being said
however, I was still very happy that we got that for him. For the entire rest
of the week he lit up like a light bulb every time that he saw that little blue
and white robot. Also when he had his friends over, he had this impeccable sense
of pride in this toy whenever he got the opportunity to show it off to anyone
who would pay attention. That is definitely the happiest that I have ever seen
any kid.
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
My favorite
part of Christmas is the morning of when my family and I enjoy a meal of
cinnamon buns, wifesaver, fruit salad, and of course eggnog. After we finish
breakfast, we all gather in the living room, turn on the fire, and turn on Christmas
music and open presents. My family does not do large present as we view it as unnecessary
to spend copious amounts of money on Christmas presents. Instead we do stocking
stuffers which consist of smaller but still thoughtful gifts. After we finish
opening Christmas presents we stay in the living room for the rest of the day
until it is time to make dinner and just talk. When dinner comes, we have a
classic Christmas dinner. It is turkey, stuffing mashed potatoes, carrots, and
a lot of gravy. (The meal is then followed by hatred of one’s self for having
consumed so much food)
Monday, 12 November 2012
Blog #4
As the laughter in the room grew and grew, the noise got
quieter and quieter. As I battled the intense laughter to look around me, I saw
that everyone in the room was laughing so hard that no one was making a
sound. This was a result of my
comment previously made to My friend Jordan. We had been joking around as we
always do, and he practically set himself up by making a particular comment
about his relationship. Naturally, I took this and ran with it. I made the most
glorious comment that I could possibly make. The moment I did, everyone I my
circle of friends burst into hysterical laughter and didn’t stop. Still looking
around and seeing that everyone’s laughter was beginning to come to a close, I
sat back in by chair, wiping the tears from my eyes and looked around the
circle. I could tell. This was going to be a fun night.
Thursday, 25 October 2012
Blog #3
A wave of terror flooded through me as I stumbled into the
decimated shell of my home. I cautiously treaded across the kitchen floor and
made my way down the hallway that led to my room. As I tip toed around the
rubble that once made up my safe haven, my sanctuary, my mind flashed back to
that night when it happened. It had been a month since what the media had
called “The Perfect Storm” struck my small hometown in Missouri. My family and I were all sitting around
the living room watching “The Bourne Identity” on cable when our program was
interrupted by an urgent news message alerting all residents in the area to
vacate their homes immediately as there was what some were calling the storm of
the century headed our way.
Convinced that it was simply yet another thing that the
media had blown way out of proportion just like they had with the swine flu and
countless other stories, we continued to watch our movie completely aloof to
what may or may not be going on outside.
However our interest in this storm was peaked the instant we
heard the dense rumble of thunder overhead. But something was different. This
didn’t sound like the usual rumble that we heard around these parts. This sounded
much more malicious. Like a predator on the hunt for its next meal. As the
sinister grumble from the sky continued to grow. My family and I grew somewhat
anxious. My mother suggested that we head the television warning and evacuate
to a safer place but my dad being the stubborn headstrong character that he is
insisted that we stay and that it was nothing to be afraid of.
After another hour or so, the thunder became more of a roar
that a low rumble and the wind sounded like a screaming banshee outside our
windows. At this point, even my father was uneasy and decided that maybe it was
indeed a good idea that we evacuated. Agreeing, we all headed outside to where
our jeep was parked. As my two little brothers and myself piled into the back
seat, my parents stood motionless beside the vehicle almost in shock. Their
eyes were fixed on something that was behind my brothers and me. It was out of
our immediate line of sight so I scrambled out of the car to see what they were
so very intently fixated upon. Suddenly frozen in shock just like my parents
were, I stared down the road at a massive spiraling column of dirt and dust. My
father, forcing himself out of his disbelief shouted as loud as his lungs would
allow, “everybody out of the car!” my two brothers immediately fled the vehicle
and dashed right back into the house and the rest of us were right behind them.
We all rushed into the basement, and hid under the stairs
where the safest place during this kind of incident was. As we all huddled
together, terrified at what was inevitably about to happen, not a word was
said. Nothing needed to be said. We all knew what everyone else was thinking.
We were about to lose everything.
We heard the tornado grow closer and closer. Indicated by
the flying debris spiraling about outside and the continuously growing scream
of the wind just inches away from us. We all braced ourselves as we heard the
tornado grow closer, closer, and closer. Every muscle in our bodies tensed as
we heard the vicious phenomenon that Mother Nature had coughed forth tear
through the front of our house. We could hear everything above us being ripped
apart. A violent swirl of confusion flooded my head. I was thinking of
everything, yet I could think of nothing. Sheer panic and distress in the eyes
of my family, I forced myself to seem as calm as I possibly could as everything
that we knew and loved was being indiscriminately ripped apart directly above
us.
The violent force of the tornado grew to be calmer as it
passed over the foundation of where our house once was. Surprisingly despite
the shear amount of destructive force that was looming right above us, the
staircase seemed all but unharmed amidst all of the chaos. Alone, I stood up
and went to make my way around the staircase. Right before I began to climb the
steps, I looked back to see my mother shoot me a very uneasy look. Disregarding
her worried glance, I slowly, ever so slowly, made my way up the staircase.
When I emerged from my basement, I was utterly shocked as I
looked around. My house was completely and utterly destroyed. All that remained
was the floor and some of the walls and rooms. The rest seemed to have been
torn from existence.
I slumped back down the staircase, and huddled back into the
circle that my family was in. Once again, no words had to be said. They all
knew what I was thinking.
We all sat there for hours more until the storm had passed
and it was safe to return to the surface. When we did so, a caravan that was
sent to look for people who had not evacuated and stuck around greeted us.
Feeling like complete idiots for not leaving when we had the chance, we
sheepishly boarded the caravan and rode along until we reached undisturbed
civilization. That was a month ago.
As I stood there in the remains of what was once my room, I
scanned the floor for anything that may have been left behind. Realizing that
literally everything was probably thrown half way across the state, I abandoned
my search after a flimsy minute o r two. Walking back through the ruins, I
stopped and closed my eyes, and imagined my home back the way it was before the
disaster. My brother running through the house, my mom and dad discussing the
latest current events, and myself glued to a computer screen looking at
everyone’s latest Facebook posts. Reopening my eyes, I simply looked around,
smiled, and treaded back to the car I had come here in. I opened the door and
just stood there. Still not completely accepting what had become of my life.
And to tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure if I ever would.
Saturday, 13 October 2012
Blog #2
I woke up this morning to feel a chill running up my spine.
I sat up with my covers wrapped around me and turned my head to look out my
window only to be welcomed by an icy window and frosty landscape. It was winter
once again. Knowing that I had to get up to go to work, I loathingly pulled myself
from the warmth of my covers and got dressed. After I ate breakfast and brushed
my teeth, I returned to my room to retrieve my winter jacket from my closet. I
slipped my arms into the sleeves and did up the zipper. Dreading the thought of
getting into my car which had a broken heater, I put my hands in my pockets. In
my right pocket I felt the crunch of paper. Slightly annoyed with myself
assuming it was an old receipt, I pulled it out of my pocket only to reveal an
old 100 dollar bill. Amazed and excited, I tried to think back to when I would
have got such a thing. I then remembered my 21st birthday
celebration with my family. My grandmother gave me 500 dollars which I spent
400 on buying a used dryer and some plates for my apartment. I then began to debate
what I would spend the 100 dollars on. Maybe I would buy a new I-pod. Maybe I
would put it towards a plane ticket to go to Cancoon. As I was debating what I
would buy. I once again looked outside at the snowy landscape when suddenly I
had an epiphany. I knew exactly what to buy. I figured I would buy a new heater
for my car.
Tuesday, 18 September 2012
My name is James Douglas. I was born may 25th
1996 in St Albert Alberta while my dad was in the military. When I turned 5
years old, my family and I moved to Calgary and have been living here ever
since. Since I came here I have gone to five different schools since grade 1.
Those of which include St. Gerard, Good Sheppard, Heritage heights, St Paul’s
Academy, and Calgary Academy. I am currently in the eleventh grade at Calgary
Academy. In school my favorite subjects are biology social studies and English.
Outside of school I enjoy doing many different things.
Amongst those things are climbing, cycling, air soft, paintball, hiking, weight
lifting, swimming, and enjoying the company of my friends. Amongst that list of
things climbing is definitely my favorite. I have only been doing it for a
couple of years now, but it is definitely my favorite. When it comes to my
taste in music there is pretty much nothing that I don’t like. I enjoy
everything from jazz all the way up to metal music. I also really enjoy
traveling. My family and I love to travel and are always open to learning the
history and the culture of places different from our own.
I also have a job as a lifeguard at the Trico pool by south
centre mall. I really enjoy that job because it is exciting, fun, and I really
like the people who work there. Before that I worked as a dishwasher at a
restaurant called San Remo, and before that I worked at a vet clinic as an aid
to the vet and vet techs.
That is my life so far, once again my name is James Douglas,
and I look forward to the upcoming year.
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