A step into a twelve year old's mind.
We are fixed in our opinions, firm in our friendships, and excellent workers. Since we're both possessive and emotional, sometimes we tend to be impractical or the opposite while maintaining an unpredictable record. The Vincze family started in 1997 with my mom's marriage to my dad, a brilliant mathematician mind that currently owns his own plumbing company. Then a year later they moved to the United States of America were they had me in 2005. Ever since I was born my parents taught me the beauty of traveling to different countries, and experiencing the many cultures infused. When I was four we lived abroad for a year in my family's hometown, Cluj Napoca- Romania. The life of a traveler is always filled with excitement and adventure waiting come.
The year was 2010 when I visited the animal pound for the first time. A gloomy vibe filled the shelter as dogs awaited their upcoming fates. I came with my mom in search for an animal that could be given a second chance. After about a thirty minute scavenge we came across a fluffy multi colored Yorkieshire Terrier that wore a pink sweater. She caught my eye instantly and I knew she was the one. Over the years Crystal became more than just a pet, but my companion and best friend. She was always their for me when I was sad, and gave up at nothing to see me smile. When I am around her I am always happy since who can't laugh at a dog that does hand stands when she pees, and plays tag with her owners by chasing their socks. Crystal means everything to me like a brown bear and her cubs.
Romania stole my heart since day one. It's evergreen forests talk making unfretted unique sounds like an organic orchestra. The waters are beautiful veelas that move and create life for miles around as viewers awe at their glistening sight. Rocky cliffs engorge red roofed houses that belong to white haired ladies that always solute passers with big warming smiles. Then come the modernized cities with faded orange blocks, cobbled streets, and bell tower churches that house numerous diligent families. Beyond the towns comes land awaiting discovery. Yet they stay hidden since only the locals dare to venture into the flowered meadows of moss timberland and wade through the frantic rivers. My family are natives and I am a local.
The sensation goes over like a fish swims under water. I've been in the pool for seven years, three to four times a week, doing my best at each coming round. My coach believes in us and treats all of his members special which is why he expects so much. When I finish practice my heart always races at a rapid speed as my head gets back into place. Even though I get overly exhausted for swimming the two hours required I keep going back because in the moments I compete or simply groove around in the water I think of nothing as if I am sequestered on an unknown land. I am a fish in the water.
Did you ever dream of magical spells, mystical creatures, dark villains and daring heroes? I have many times, and reading the Harry Potter books takes me back into my world of possibilities. Sometimes when I close my eyes I imagine that I am walking the long corridors of Hogwarts in my Ravenclaw uniform. Then I'd wake up to reality and start my day. However dreams can become simulated into truth as Universal Studio depicts through the curved streets and pointed roofs of Hogsmeade. Sometimes my fantasies may seem distant, but they are always close to heart.
I first started to play the guitar two years ago. When I began I was under the impression that it was going to become just another past musical hobby like my other instruments. However the moment my fingers touched the polished wood and lingered over the twisted strings I knew it would become a pure passion of mine. I fell in love with the rustic melody being produced by the instrument. The tranquil sound always takes me to a different world were I have no worries. Playing a guitar can create unbelievable wonders.