Narrative Essay

A Family Travel

      Time spent with family is worth every second. Our family is a strong one because we are connected and we focus on the time spent together. When I was a child, our family was used to have a summer vacation once a year. Within a year, my parents organized a travel to Yalta. They had gathered some money in order to have a nice rest. I was eight and my sister was five but we remembered every bright moment. By bright moments, I mean not just beautiful places we saw and good rest we had, but also the adventures, we passed through.

      It was someday in August. My mother said to us to pack our luggage up. I put there: caps, T-shirts, flip-flops, shorts, sunglasses and many other things. My father could hardly carry my luggage in the car. However, many of those things I did not need. My poor father! I was not the only one who took too many things. My sister took her clothes, dolls, toys, paper and pencils to draw. She wanted to take her fish with her, but we convinced her to let them home.

      By the time when we were ready, we started our way to new adventures and discoveries. For the first time we traveled by train. When we arrived at the railway station, we were tired and wanted to go to sleep and we fell asleep on the pew. As soon as we woke up, we were in the train. Finally, we reached Yalta on the next day. After the train journey, we felt that the earth was moving under us. This feeling we had had for 2 days. For us it was funny but for my mother it was a problem. She had dizziness and nausea.

      Although a week before my mother had reserved a double room, when we reached our destination we found out that the room was a classroom and the building was a school that was transformed into a guesthouse. It was unsafe and too far from the seaside. My father said to us to take our things out and wait for him while he was looking for another flat. My sister and I were hungry, so that my mother bought sandwiches with vegetables. At that moment, those sandwiches were the tastiest in the world. By the time father had come, we were full and happy. He found a comfortable flat with TV and soft beds. There came a faint sigh of relief from my mother because we were safe.

      We had a 10 days vacation during which we made beautiful memories. We saw Swallow's Nest and Aurora Cliff, Livadia Palace, Park-museum Polyana Skazok (Glade of Fairytales) and of course rocky beach. Our parents spent a beautiful amount of money but it was worth it. We have made many photos, which are in our photo albums now. Each of us has a bright moment from his childhood and this one is mine. As soon as I have my own family, I will take my children there in order to give them priceless memories and experience.

Descriptive Essay

My First Guitar Lesson

    One beautiful and shiny day while I was searching some videos on YouTube I found some amazing videos. These were videos, which made me get in love with guitar sound. I started learning guitar playing when I was 17. I watched many clips where musicians played the guitar and I was astonished. In those videos, their fingers were moving very fast and with accuracy at the same time. After all, I decided to get some lessons.

    I came to musical school where I had my first musical lesson. It was someday in a beautiful and warm spring. The musical school seemed a magnificent, splendid and noble place. The hall was big and there were chairs for the waiters. Four big windows allowed the sunshine to permeate into the main hall. There was a serious woman who was sitting at her table and everyone could ask her to give some instructions. She was dressed in a black-and-white suit just like the colors of the piano keys. 

    Quickly, I went to the second floor to find my classroom. There were a big number of the doors on that floor. From each classroom could be heard many sounds which could tame your hearing. I heard the sounds of piano, violin, cello, double bass and accordion. From the last room could be heard the sounds of a guitar. A student was playing “Tears in Heaven” by Eric Clapton. When I started listening to this song, the thrill passed through me. I was not able to distract myself from this song. I decided I would learn to play this song.

    When the lesson ended, I entered the room I was taken aback. It was a big classroom with two pianos next to the wall, two guitars against another wall, and two chairs in the middle where  the teacher and the student had to sit. I greeted the teacher and I sat on the student place. The teacher was old, tall and skinny. He gave me a guitar and started to explain how to take the chords. Because I was a beginner, my chords sounded deafly, irritably and unclear. The guitar was big and I was afraid to hold it. It seemed so fragile. The guitar strings were made of steel and my fingers hurt when I pressed them. After that, my fingers had hurt for one week but I didn't regret this.

    Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. I tried to express myself through the music and my soul was happy. Music is the strongest form of magic. Now, when I remember about this period, my heart struggles more often. Of course, I have learned the song “Tears in Heaven” and I play it when I feel I need some inspiration.