My Mother The Cheerleader

My Mother The Cheerleader
By: Robert Sharenow
Picture your mother. The one that you trust, the one that has guided you all through the windy pathways of life. Now picture someone who is upset because someone doesn't look the same as you. Is this person your mother? Because for Louise Collins, it is. I thought that this was a very detailed but good book. It gave me a lot of knowlege on the education of african americans through time. Many of these things in this book made me upset, because I noticed a lot of discrimination and rudeness. This is a great book, and I think that anyone who likes historical fiction would love this book. I would rate this book a 3.50 out of five.

holidays

I admired the festive christmas tree, with the colored lights shining and the beautiful presents arranged perfectly. It couldn't be more perfect. I was sipping on some warm milk, and I was surrounded with laughter and stories. Just the way I like it. The night was dark which made the warmth of the light even warmer. It was right then when I understood the true meaning of the holidays. Not the presents, or the candy, but the people who have been right along with you for you entire ride, sitting right next to you as you enjoy life's roller coaster.

Tagalongs

I sat in the sun, nibbling on some cold tagalongs. I watched the heavy summer air swirl around me, spiraling me up into the clear Saturday. I saw some elaborately colored butterflies and I smelled the crisp scent of the perfect Saturday. I looked back on old times, when my chubby baby feet were picking the cherries off my cherry tree. I ate the last tagalong, and went back inside, refreshed and reloaded.

cupcakes!

I pressed my face up to the cupcake case. Dozens of highly decorated treats lined the glass, making every five year old drool with ambition. My mom was wrapping up and making the last of the cupcakes. Sometimes I could help put the decorations on, or help clean the bakery. But one of my favorite parts was watching over the cupcake case. Staring at the frosting loaded onto the sweet cake. Waiting for the moment that I got to eat them.

Snow!

The snow shimmered under the sun, as I trudged through it with the foot long shoes strapped onto my feet. The snow was hard on the outside, but light and fluffy on the inside. Sometimes we would fall through, and be stuck in the four feet of snow. We had hiked up to the top, and now it was time to take the slide back down. The slide is a little pathway that they formed, where you can slide all the way back down to the bottom. I was ready to go. We zipped down the slide, and we were right back at the bottom. They should put these in all national parks.

Wyoming Part 3

We oohed and aawed at the moose in the fog, admiring it’s big and strong antlers. The fog coated the outline of the moose. The ancient wire fence was the only thing between our camp and the moose. I was stunned. Check that off of my bucket list. My camera was almost out of battery. I clicked one last photo, and then my camera was dead. It was the last picture I took on the trip, but it was definitely worth it.

Wyoming Part 2

Scarred by the cold and the rough outdoors, 21 students shivered around a fire. It was time to go to the museum, and admire the state of Wyoming. We heard that this museum had a heater, and we were all anxious for the time to be warm. As soon as we got our instant oatmeal, we were standing still with fear and shock. We were scared, but also reached for our cameras.