Once in a lifetime – About Will by Diego

Once in a lifetime

 People, the more people the line seemed to go on forever. The sign that said hour long wait should have said, “life long wait.” I felt so happy to have passes that let us skip all the lines, but the hundred or so people on my left didn’t think it was that great. I started running

“Finally,” I said very abruptly, as I skidded to a stop

We walked through a clown’s mouth into a back room. On the wall there was a TV with some sort of movie thing playing. I watched it while we waited in line.  I heard screams from the back, then more screams. We were first in line and I was getting impatient, excitement and anxiety were bubbling up inside me. I was about to burst when we were let in, we all ran to a roller coaster cart in the center. Screens came down around us from all sides. Looking around I saw my brother and my dad on one side of me, and my friend Aydin on my left. I felt a jolt in the cart and I looked up, only to realize I was falling.

 I was falling fast, but I wasn’t falling. My heart was beating 100 miles a minute. It seemed so real, but it wasn’t I knew that. Up, down, around we went. Whenever there was a bump in the projected ride, the real court would jolt with it, making it seem even more real. If we went through water, water would be splashed on us. I had doubted this ride at first, after all I’d never even dreamed of this kind of ride coming to life. I looked at my dad who seem to be enjoying himself, he smiled at me. After an epic finish, we all decided to go to lunch.

The rest of the day was action packed fun. I went on the transformers ride, the Jurassic park, and the mummy ride. It was awesome and I was so exhausted at the end of the day. I was driving back to the hotel when I fell asleep

 It was late summer, the warm breeze was perfect, with just a small touch of chill the air. I was on this trip of a lifetime, and it was the perfect time to be at the Beverly Hills Hotel. My room had an amazing view of the pool outside. Downstairs there was a big room where people could gather to eat and talk. The first time I went in that room, I looked around and saw a few celebrities. Every time I went into that room, I would need to be calmed down because of all the cool celebrities.

 As we boarded the plane. I thought I only came on this trip because my dad has his movie coming out, but it turned out to be the ultimate L.A experience. Between screaming for my life on the rides at Universal Studios. Meeting a bunch of cool celebrities. Seeing all the cool new movie premiers. I found my love for rides….. movies…… Acting….. And a whole lot more. I may have changed during this trip, but I changed for the better.


Identity Project about Diego – By Will

It was a cold, windy, autumn day. Our team had beat all the other teams and this was the finals. The finals, in our baseball league. We were down 5-3. Our team was up for bat, and my friend Peter was up. I could see the nervous look in his face and the sweat dripping from his forehead as he prepared to hit. The other teams pitcher threw the ball. I could see the ball shoot in the air towards the bat. I held my breath as he took a step forward, and swung.

Peter hit a home run. My eyes widened with excitement as I popped the bubble from the gum I was chewing in my mouth. The crowd started to holler and cheer. All I could here where people screaming Peters name. I watched as peter ran at the same time as the ball, which was spinning rapidly in the air. By the time the ball landed, Peter had ran home. Everyone in my team, including me, yelled with excitement when he arrived. Then I was up.


I looked at the pitcher and I saw a confident look in his face. But he couldn’t be as confident as me. I was ready. Ready to win this game. I looked back and saw Peter. He gave me a thumbs up. After that a rush of excitement and energy came down my spine. I knew I could do it, so when the other teams pitcher pitched the ball, everything in me was ready as I swung the bat.


I hit the ball so hard that everyone in the bleachers went, OHHHH. I ran, not paying attention to the crowd, or my teammates. This was my moment and I was going to own it. When one of the outfielders got the ball and threw it to the cutoff man, I kept running. Finally right as the cut off was going to throw it to the player guarding third base, I knew I had to get there before the ball did. I ran and dove. I dove into the base right as the ball did. I held my breath doubting if I should have gone for third base. But, I arrived a half a second before. Next up was my friend Gabriel. He hit a double which gave me a chance to run. I ran and ran and right before I dove onto the home plate. I saw the pitcher. He looked at me with such anger that even three years later, now. I still remember the look on his face.


Gabe ended up running back into home plate which concluded our game. The score was 6-5. We were so happy and the crowd was yelling and cheering. It’s one of the happiest times I felt in my life. After this, the coach declared me MVP and this moment, or this game really made me discover my love for baseball and sports.


Identity Project about Eden

I sit there, wondering when I will fall. It is dark and there is tension in the air. Silence. Whispers. Screams. We are falling, falling so fast. I sit there in shock. I start to see light. We move up slowly and drop once more. All the way down and now we are on the ground. On my right sits my moms, then to my left, my dad has a red face and gives a reassuring smile. When I start to walk away from the ride I stumble a couple times. Then I catch my balance again. I look back and see the ride I was just on, The Tower of Terror. I really don’t want to go on again but my parents want me to. I argue with them but then they bring out the Teddy Grahams and I give in.

 After the second ride I think to myself, “I can’t believe I have been coming to Disney and Universal parks for about ten years and have never been on this ride.” When I was younger I would always go on the teacups. I enjoyed it so much I would continue to go like ten times in a row. When I finally grew out of the teacup phase my first “real” roller coaster was Expedition Everest. Ever since my first thrill ride on Everest, I’ve loved roller coasters.

I have a fear of Stitch and I didn’t really know why until my mom reminded me. When I was six, my family and I were eating breakfast at Cinderella’s Castle. My mom decided it would be funny to tell me that Stitch would roll on the floor, grab my foot and bite my toes. Now keep in mind I was only six. The thought of a Disney character biting my foot wasn’t the funniest thought in the world, especially because mom was telling me, and I believed my mom. Apparently I had a HUGE fear of Pluto as well. My dad said that I was put into his mouth. I know I may have phrased that wrong, but I was.

As I got older I was not really into characters, but into pins. I LOVED my pins. There was a very wide variety of pins… Goofy pins, to Puffle pins from Club Penguin. Whenever my friends came over I always used to show them my amazing pins. I ended up putting them on boards. I also got to walk around different countries in Epcot and get stamps from “all around the world”.

 I have been going to Disney for a very long time as you may have noticed. I have also had so many amazing memories here. I look forward to going to Disney every year. There has been so many things I have done between stamps, rides, food and memories. I am now twelve years old and I leave tomorrow for my twelfth trip.




Sarah’s Identity Story- by Lexi

The 1920’s- by Lexi

I have always believed that I was born in the wrong generation. From the stories I’ve heard, the 1920’s was the age to live in. I love everything about that decade, everything was new, every one had a open mind about new ideas, new standards, the cities roared and the world just seemed to be one big party. It was the age of flappers and the beginning of Jazz music. Rona, my great grandma had been a flapper when she was younger and she always told fascinating and hilarious stories. I remember this time when I was four or five and I visited her. I was very excited to hear another story of hers. Whenever she told me stories it gave me a warm feeling inside, and I would always say to my parents “When I’m older, I want to have stories like great grandma Rona’s” they would always laugh in response. Now that I am the age that my great grandma was when she told me stories, I cant wait to tell my great grandchildren the stories that I have.

The last time I remember seeing my great grandma was around 2007. My family and I were going to visit her in her nursing home. On the way my sister and I would ways count the stop lights to pass time. I remember arriving at the nursing home. I ran all the way to her room only stopping to get a strawberry candy from the front desk and ask what room she is in. “Ms. Lewit is in room 20” the lady at the desk had replied. I was beyond happy that I got to see her that day. I ran so fast, that I passed her room and had to backtrack and find room 20. I burst into the room with a big smile on my face. She was sleeping, which is what she had done most of the time. I stole some chocolate from her sock drawer before I woke her and got one for my sister. I woke her up and her eyes opened very slowly. She turned her head and said “Sarah” she got out of her bed and gave me hug “Oh Sarah, you’ve grown” the door behind me opened as she said this. I turned around to see my family walking in. At the time, I had not wanted my family there because I wanted my great grandma all to myself, I remember feeling that so clearly. “Hello” my family hugged my great grandma. We all talked for a little bit until Rona said, “I have a story to tell you” my sister and I leaned toward her and waited in suspense for her to start.

“I was around 20, and girls as you know at this time I was considered a flapper. Drinking was also illegal, so the people who wanted to have a little bit of fun, would go to something called a speakeasy. At a speakeasy people would go, drink, and usually go home without getting caught. This night, was different. It was late at night, we were all drunk and we suddenly heard loud sirens and saw flashing lights. I heard someone call out ‘Its he fuzz! Lets go!’ I ran toward the bar and ducked down right as the police rammed through the door. I hoped they didn’t see me hiding behind the bar. I took a peek into the room and saw some getting arrested and other fleeing quickly out the door. I looked around and saw a door behind the bar. I slowly crept toward the door and then quickly opened it and ran out”

“Tell us more!” Rebecca, my older sister had said.

“Okay” said my great grandma. “Just give me one second, my memories aren’t as fresh as they used to be.”

“So, i’m outside, and i’m drunk, tired and I feel horrible. I started to run down the street in the direction I had thought my house was. After hours of searching for my house I still couldn’t find it, I had no idea what to do. I ended up calling some friends at a phone booth and they came to pick me up. Anyway girls, the lesson is you shouldn’t go to a speakeasy and hide behind a bar when the police come.”

“Very funny grandma” I said in a sarcastic tone, I was that age I tended to be very sarcastic about everything.

“It a very valuable lesson Sarah.” she said trying to act serious but still having a slight smile on her face.

“Yeah sure it is grandma” I smiled at her and chuckled a little bit.

After her story was over we chatted for awhile and eventually it was time to leave. We all said goodbye and hugged her. This was my favorite memory with her. Awhile after that visit she died, ever since then I have always kept a picture of her in my room to remind me of her at all times. Even today, in my nursing home in Scarsdale I still have the picture of her. I hear my great grandchildren running down the hall right now.

“Mom what room is great grandma Sarah in!?” I hear my youngest great grandchild say.

“I’m pretty sure she is in room 20” his mom replied. The door to my room opened and in came in my two great grandchildren and their parents.

“Hi grandma Sarah!” the older girl said.

“Hi Rona, Hi Jonas” I said to my great grandchildren. My child and her husband has named their daughter after my great grandma Rona, after a request from me. We all talked for a little bit until I said, “I have a story to tell you” Rona and Jonas leaned toward me and waited in suspense for me to start.

Identity Memoir- Alex

A quote comes to my mind, “One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure.” I never expected to have such an experience on the last week of September. Seeing it, many times before, I never thought it would be so unbelieveable. Standing there with 4 other shadows, thinking. Living here all my life, I finally get to see what is behind my house in Montgomery, NY. The Wallkill river.


I was with 4 people that made the whole experience life changing. Leah, my twin sister, one of the most important people in my life. Kayleigh, one of my best friends since I don’t know when. Rilee, the oldest of the group, 19, has been my friend for a few years now. Last but not least Alison, the spontaneous and adventurous one, who led all of us through the paths. All of my friends have made this adventure in my backyard amazing.


So now lets go back to how it all started…During September I was hanging out with Rilee and Leah. We didn’t have any idea of what we were going to do. Rilee suggested calling Kayleigh and ask if she wanted to come over, since we are practically neighbors. So we did. We found out that Allison was at her house and invited her too. After a while of figuring out what to do, I realized after twelve years of living here I haven’t been to my backyard. Kind of strange most people would think, but to us it wasn’t. Our backyard consisted of the wallkill river, thorns, woods, and rocks.


As we were walking down the hill, I could see the different colored scenery from the leaves on the trees. Even though it was pretty to see, I was disappointed since I knew summer was officially over. We all could see millions of ways to go, different paths full of different adventures. Out of all the paths we could have followed we went through the water, luckily we had boots on. At least we thought we made up the name, water hiking but later realized it was a real thing. As we hiked through the cold, rushing water, we saw many waterfalls flowing into the river. One by one the leaves fell into the water, from the serene wind blowing. Alison led the way most of the time, since she has hiked many times before.

I’m still sitting here with my friends, on top of a giant rock, thinking. Thinking about how this experience would have been different if they weren’t here with me. To me, the small things in life make a huge difference. That’s why this was such a life changing experience, it’s small but big at the same time. My friends, the scenery, and just being there was incredible. If I went down to my backyard again it wouldn’t be the same…it would be different. The same quote comes to my mind as before, “One way to get the most out of life is to look upon it as an adventure.” William Feather

How Dance Changed Striana’s Life- By Corinna

I wrote an identity memoir about my classmate, Striana and her story of dance.

I used to not dance. That was 3 years ago. Now all I want to do is dance. I have to thank my best friend Bella. She showed me dance as a way to help our failing friendship. She convinced me to go to a dance week. I was so skeptical. I’d always wanted to dance but I never got around to it. One week though, I had the perfect opportunity. I went and had the best class of my life (of course compared to my academic classes). Today, I have friends from my dance class, one night of dance a week, and lots of fun. It all started 3 years ago on January 17th.

Ever since the beginning of my dance classes, I’ve loved dance. That one week of dancing changed my life. Originally, I wanted to try every single type of dance. My mom said I was only allowed to do one. I wanted to compromise and do hip hop and jazz like Bella. Once again my mom said I could only do one so I just decided to do hip hop. I was so excited since the bring a friend classes were so fun. My first classes were lively and full of brand-new dance moves. I was so inexperienced with the interesting dance moves so I had a bunch of learning in the classes I had.

In 4th grade Bella and I were drifting away from each other. She was making other friends and was drifting away from me. We weren’t talking and weren’t hanging out as much. Of course I was worried. Worried about losing her. I was afraid she would move on and our great friendship would be gone. Luckily, I was worrying for nothing. When she asked me to go to the bring a friend dance week we both knew why. One reason was since I secretly always wanted to dance. The other was so we could become closer again. We both knew we were drifting and after that week, we knew that the drifting was over. I continued to do dance ever since that and our friendship has only gotten better. Now she’s one of the closest friends from my dance class and from my old school. I do have other friends from dance, but no one very close to me.

My first recital was so fun. I turned over to Bella,

“So this is a fancy practice.” I said pretty nervous.

“What do you mean? This is a recital!” Bella said.

I stood there in shock not knowing what to do. Everyone else was so prepared, ready for the recital to start. We walked onstage ready to preform. We were performing a remixed version of Diamonds by Rihanna. I wasn’t prepared at all as the curtains went up. Everyone else was so much better than me and unfortunately I knew that. I had that thought in mind. Luckily, it didn’t stop me from trying as hard as possible. I wasn’t very good and everyone else was but I did fine. I didn’t mess up too badly and no one noticed how bad I was. Of course I was completely unprepared. I had been dancing around 6 months but I still felt sloppy. I  didn’t really care since I tried and had a fun time dancing anyway.

In the end, I’m so thankful Bella showed me dance. Now shes one of my best friends. If anyone had said that in 4th grade I would disagree and say that we weren’t close. Not only do I now have an amazing best friend but I also have an amazing dance studio. Dance Expression has changed my life. Ever since I had that one week of classes, everything changed. One second I wouldn’t even think of dancing and the next all I want to do is keep dancing. I’ve now been dancing for 3 years and I’ve loved every single time. I used to not dance. That was 3 years ago.

Aydin’s Memoir: To Belong

The house sat on a lane of peace and serenity, encased by luscious, green trees. There was no room for peace in the house; there was only joy.

My hand gripped the racquet, tensing as the white birdie flashed before the blue sky. A graceful stroke later, the birdie lay on the ground, on the other side of the net. An arm reached down, and a racquet raised. My hand tensed again…

The cold water tickled my skin as I sliced through it. My feet kicked, my arms pulled, and I surged forward, navigating a tangled crowd…

Shouts of joy and laughter filled the air.

I knew each voice. Hands lashed out at the beachball.

I knew each one.

I belonged.


I was starving, and life was taking great joy in giving me a tour of my very own, personal, famine. Filet mignon, juicy and tender, sat before me. Challah bread, irresistible, called to me. The green beans waited.

Finally, the last person sat down. The broken rectangle was now complete; the table was walled in by a cocoon of family.

Conversation rose and fell. Stories were exchanged; jokes told; years were forgotten and remembered alike. The sun was setting outside, but the house was a haven of light and warmth. I dug into my meal, and that, too warmed me.

I savored my steak; and the green beans made my taste buds tingle with excitement. A hearty bite of challah bread banished my last memory of hunger.

Finally, I realized. Finally, I understood.

I felt the huge, powerful, aura of love that each member of my family emitted. I heard a thousand well wishings, and I understood that they all came from the heart. I felt the hopes, and the desires of my family; and all that they gave: supporting me.

I also wished them well; let my hopes, and desires, stand by them. We, a family, were not only connected by blood: we were connected by love. As I gave a hundred gifts, and accepted a thousand more, I belonged.

Goodbyes were exchanged; figures shuffled away from the warmth and light of the house, into the darkness. Joy and sorrow mingled; and in the end joy prevailed. A gift given by each family member: a parting wave, accompanied by a smile.

I lay in bed; the covers hugged me. Fondly, I sifted through memories of the past day.

My hand gripped the racquet, tensing as…

I knew each voice.

Now the voices were gone; the conversation they made, always rising and falling: silenced.

Hands lashed out at the beachball…

I drifted into sweet sleep, promising myself that I would one day see all of my family again; knowing that I would always belong.

That was the day I realized. In the house that sat on a lane of peace and serenity, encased by luscious, green trees. Where there was no room for peace in the house; there was only joy.

That day, I truly understood. That day, when I felt the huge, powerful, aura of love that emitted from each member of my family, I was empowered. They gave me new strength; prepared me to go into the world with fresh mind and heart.

That was the day I belonged.

Identity Memoir – By: Eden Greene

This is a story about my friend that has been written in first person,

December 31st 8:22pm Austin was born. Four minutes passed, meanwhile I remained home asleep as it had become 8:26pm. That was the time Dylan was born. My brothers and I are practically three years apart. Only having a three year age difference is nice. It’s made my brothers and I very close and we share many memories.

It’s now almost ten years later from the day they were born. They are twins so it’s not just one little annoying brother, it’s two. Two whole crazy brothers. Growing up with them I could tell the difference between both of them so easily. If I couldn’t, I think that might be an issue since they are such a big part of my life. When meeting someone new I always have to remember they haven’t met my brothers, and that they don’t know the difference. I tell them it helps to look for the freckle on their cheek. If you see one, that’s Austin, if not that’s Dylan. As much as they might get on my nerves, I’ll almost always have a good laugh when they’re around.


I remember this day while I was Skyping my friends, and the two of them decided it was a great time to “spy on Jade”. When they were younger they had an earlier bed time then me so it was never an issue. Then they turned nine and bedtime became 9:30. Now with the later bedtime they are always watching me and around when I’m Skyping. This being the case I can no longer sneak food because Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum are always around. (Mom, if your are reading this I’ve never done that). During this specific Skype call, my brothers were so determined to hear what was going on. They would come in, spill coins all over the floor and slowly pick it all up. Eventually on the fourth time they dropped it, I got up and picked it all up faster and said “these are mine now”. I felt like a billionaire. Soon that was ruined when the “that’s mine” fight occurred. After that they left me alone. As irritating as they get sometimes, it seems there are only positive and funny memories that come to mind.


There are lots more memories that come to mind in fact; like dressing them up as girls. My friends and I would do this quite often. Austin and Dylan would wear skirts, dresses, scarves, glasses, blouses, but most importantly… wigs. These are the funny things that tend to go on in our home. Why they let my friends and I do this, I don’t know. However it was so funny I’m glad they did. We also had a store between the three of us. They would sell little knick knacks to me, and sometimes I’d sell the things they sold me back to them, but for more. (Austin and Dylan if you are reading this I never did that). We would find anything imaginable and sell it, even rocks.


My brothers and I really liked music when we were younger and we would even have mini concerts. The three of us would dance, play instruments and sing. These are just some memories and I can’t wait for many more. I’m very lucky to have my brothers in my life because of their humorous ways. Whenever I need a laugh I know where to go, so thanks to Austin and Dylan.