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Hobbies

Snowboarding
Snowboarding is my favorite sport because it gives me a big adrenaline rush, and it gives my legs a great workout.  Avon, Colorado, is a good place where one can get great snowboarding action because there are a lot of competitions held out there.

Reading
Reading is fun because it lets me escape from a hard day, and it allows me to go into a world of relaxation.  My favorite types of books to read are science fiction and mysteries.

Volleyball
Volleyball is important to me because being on a team makes me feel like a strong person, and I like competing against others.  I love playing on my school’s volleyball team because the girls on the team are fun and encouraging.  My volleyball team has become like my second family

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My Favorite Books
 

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
By:  J.K. Rowling

 This amazing book takes you through a magical journey of the life of a young wizard named Harry Potter.  Harry is sent to Hogwarts School of Wizardry where he encounters his enemy Lord Voldemort.  Voldemort had tried to kill Harry when he was a baby, but he didn’t succeed and killed Harry’s parents instead.  Will Harry survive the curse of this evil wizard once again?  Or will Harry join forces with Voldemort?


Superstition
By:  David Ambrose

 This horror filled novel will keep you looking over your shoulder.  A scientist tries to prove his theory that ghosts are just the human mind playing tricks with us.  He brings a group of eight volunteers to a “haunted house,” and they perform seances in order to enter the spirit realm.  What they don’t know is they have unleashed an angry spirit.  Will everyone in the house come back alive or will they be taken to the spirit world?  Read up to find out and remember keep an eye out because reading this novel might make the spirits want to pay you a visit.
 


The Pushcart War
By:  Jean Merril

 This comedy filled book will make the sides of your stomachache with laughter.  This story takes place in the days of 1976 on the busy streets of New York.  The poor pushcart peddlers and children that play on the street have banned together to fight against the road rage of Mammoth Moving Trucks.  The truckers decide to take action and run over the pushcarts.  Who will be the victor in the war between trucks and carts?  Or will flower power prevail?  Read on to find out

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Entertainment

        Do you want to know the best way to have fun?  For me it’s listening to alternative music.  I like all different kinds of music, but my favorite is alternative.  When I was younger, I really liked the oldies.  I could sing every Beach Boys and Beatles song you could name.
        As I got older, my taste in music changed.  I started to like music that had a fast and mellow beat.  For example, alternative music can have a quick catchy beat or it can be really slow and snappy.  Sometimes alternative music sounds like a mix of Rap and Rock.  I usually listen to the slow alternative music when I’m having a bad day or when I’m feeling sick.  For some odd reason, I like listening to the quick Alternative when I’m studying for a test because it helps me concentrate.  Right now my favorite band is System of a Down.  You should check it out sometime; you might like it.

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Personal

                                                          Broken Silence
        Entering quietly into the massive structure that is lined with statues of religious figures, slowly I followed the sweet smell of incense down the main aisle.  Hundreds of rows of pews and only one person seated in the front.  A large box covered by a white cloth is beside a crying figure.  A large cross lies on top of the white cloth, and a faint stale smell surrounds the box  roughly the size of a body.  I look up at the altar, startled to see a picture of a familiar face being illuminated by a flickering candlelight.  I go up three steps and reach the table to get a better look.  I close my eyes in disbelief and open them again, but the same face is there.  The picture is of me.  Can it be?  I turn to face the sobbing figure. It is my close friend wearing all black and his head hung low.
 

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