You are infact my hero. (:

                My hero is my sister Allison Ann Petersen.  She is twenty years of age and lives in a town with a population of about 218.  Growing up I had to be her biggest annoyance, I was a monster menace of a young child, and all of  her friends were afraid of me.  One of my earliest childhood memories is when I was about six.  My sister and one of her best friends Whitney had came over to our house.  I had done everything in my power to annoy them, I kicked, screamed, and stalked the two of them.  Finally, to get away from me they climbed up into our cherry tree.  I was looking up into the tree their laughing smiling faces looking down on me. I guess they realized it was more fun than they thought it was, and when they got bored  the two of them started to make a game out of it. Picking and dropping cherries down onto me.   It was fun for awhile but then I got sick of it and stared crying when one of them hit me “hard” in the face.  There is one thing I will never forget and that is the look on my sisters face. 

                I guess one of the reasons my sister is my hero is because it didn’t seem to matter how bad I made her life  or how hard I tried to make her live as terrible as my six year old self could make it she still loved me.  She was always my motivation, and she helped me numerous times without even trying.   One night I came to her in tears when me and my friends had not been getting along well, and even though I may have been in the wrong she just listened to me.  It was stupid pointless drama that could have been avoided but she just stood by my side and tried to make me smile.  “Girls or stupid, the sooner you learn it the better off you’ll be.” Is how she put it.  One thing I love about her is how optimistic she is.  It does not matter what has gone wrong in her life she tries so hard just too put it behind her.

  I stayed with her last summer, which had to have been a pain.  We were going to town in her stereo-less car that we call the Grinch do too its green flames.  We were hot and bored will no source of music.  She starting singing, a smile from ear-too-ear, and I have to say it was contagious. Within minutes I was singing as loud as I could laughing probably a little louder.   We sang out of pitch and tune the whole way there.  By the time we arrived we had been laughing  so hard I thought I was going too pee.  I consider my sister probably my best friend.  She knows all of my secrets and doesn’t hold them against me, and I know I can tell her things without the whole world knowing.     Of all of the memories I have with my sister there is one I know I will never forget.  I was in grade school second maybe third grade,  I was riding the bus home from school one day and me and one of my fellow classmates started fighting.  Of course than the worst insult was “I’m not your friend anymore” .   On her way off of the bus she hit me.  It wasn’t hard but after all it was the thought that counted.  I ran into my house, my sister clicking away on the computer, and started bawling.  My sister immediately asked me what was wrong her eyes wide with concern.  Neither of my parents were home so she took matters into her own hands.   She marched down to the girls house, and knocked on the door.  The mother answered, that wasn’t enough for my sister though.  She asked to speak to the little girl, and told her something along the lines of “If you ever touch my sister you’ll have another thing coming.”  with the daughters mother standing right behind her.  Me and my sister have fought numerous times and I’ve told her I’ve hated her more than I should have, but I know that if it came down to it she’d always have my back.  There are many things I could live without in life but I know my sister wouldn’t be one of them.  I wouldn’t change her for anything. 

She is in fact my hero.

Hercules final deed.

Hercules awoke to the sound of chirping birds above, the sun rose in pastel colors through the trees sending a soft orange glow to the path in front of him.  Disoriented and unaware to his surroundings he sat up fear rising in his chest as he remembered the great and noble deed Eurystheus had given him the night before, he had to cross the great and mighty river Tiber and  kill the giant sea serpent dreaded by most and feared by all. 

He wet his face in a nearby stream sending shivers down his spine, and goose bumps to rise on his arms.  Leafs crunched underneath him as he started his journey and made his way closer to the giver Tiber. 

The sound of the water echoed in his ear, so loud he couldn’t hear himself think.  Speaking would have been pointless.  The sound grew  louder with every step he took, mist from the river’s ragging tides hit his face, and the wind blew swiftly.  He made his way towards the rivers bank seeing just what he was up against.  The waters waves were nothing he could swim crossed.  The river stretched thirty feet a crossed and was moving with great sped.    With egger determination Hercules throw a heavy log into the raging waters and hopped on it.  Gripping the log with all his strength.  Hercules face was pushed underwater.  Filling his lungs with the ice cold liquid.  He scanned the bottom of the river, finding a rock to  which he could put his feet on and kick off of.  He pushed himself to the bottom of the river, the tide fighting against him and pushed off with all of his might.    He  soon emerged from the water coughing, and desperately gasping for air,  Now wet and tired he continued is search for the feared beast.  He walked for what seemed like hours Intel he found the country he had been waiting for.

There were many rugged cliffs on both sides of the narrow pathway.  Trees were spontaneously spread threw out the mountain side giving Hercules shade from the hot august sun.   Hercules paced his long steps.  His legs had grown tired.  A bead of sweat ran down his forehead as he saw the great beast he had waited for.    He noticed the serpent first by its stench.  It had a ranched smell of garlic, fish and decaying flesh.  Golden scales as sharp as razor blades covered the surface of his body.  Bones jutted out from the flesh of his body along with the swords of noble soldiers who had attempted to murder the beast.

Hercules took hold of the serpent pushing his fingers deep into the back of his neck.  The serpent’s scales cut deep into the palm of his hand.  Warm blood ran down his arm as he threw the furious beast onto the hard rugged mountain side .  His grip cutting off the serpent’s air flow, but the serpent still fought his grip.  The serpent planted his scaly arm on the back of Hercules thigh, his heart beat fast as the monster pushed him down the air escaping from his lungs.    Now with both on the ground they rolled over the lush grass, each fighting to win.  Hercules planted his arm under thick pines roots and grabbed a nearby rock. Bashing the  monster in the head with the heavy stone.  Knocking the serpent unconscious.  Sending his soul into the fate of the underworld.   

Kefri Sadness and Despair.

A lonely woman named Kefri was sad from the death of her father.  She spent many days and many nights under the moon praying to the star gods.  She knew there had too have been a way up to the gods and to have them  bring her father back to life.  After weeks or prayer and no sigh of anything she become angry and  went deep into a dark depression
 She went for a walk through the nearby woods.   Trying to get her mind off of her sorrow.  She stopped by a small stream to take a drink and found an odd nest in a wild rose bush.  The eggs looked like any other nest she had seen but the eggs were larger and the speckles darker.  They seemed to be without a mother just like she was without a father. She waited hours in the heat of the day for the birds mother to return, and with no sign their mother Kefri took the eggs with her.
She spent weeks nursing the eggs waiting for them to hatch.  She had grown attached to them when she heard the crack she had been waiting for.  
All but one of the eggs hatched into wonderful birds with the most gorgeous feathers.  The other hatched  into a large seed with the same print as the feathers.  She came to love the birds and the seed.  She carried the seed everywhere  in her pockets as she raised the birds. Feeding them and taking care of them just as the mother would have she taught the birds to fly and away they flew leaving her just as her father had. 
Filling her with despair and sadness, the same feelings she had had for weeks before. She cried rivers of salty tears making the oceans.  She remembered the seed she had still her pocket, and threw it. Covering it in the dirt and the moisture  from her tears.  She cried herself to sleep near where she had thrown her seed.
She was awoken later in the night by an underground shake in the earth.  She woke up  afraid her world had come to an end.  Only too find a beam of vegetation leading far up into the sky .  It seemed to go past the mountains and into the sky.  Giving her the passage to the star gods she had been waiting for. She named this plant Bamboo From the bam she had heard that night and the fright it had given her.

Albert Dee Dot.

It was a cold and miserable morning. I had to have been about nine. I was sitting in front of a surface heater I had on high. Numerous little punched circles covered the front of the heater, and goose bumps covered my arms. My mom kept telling me to back away from that heater. That it was going to burnt, but me being the hardheaded stubborn little girl I was had no intentions of listening.I keep inching my way towards the heater. I was rocking slightly, on the tips of my knees. Mocking my mother, I told her it had not yet burnt me.



It was then when I lost my balance causing me, and the heater to fall backwards. My left shoulder fell square into all those dots. I let out a yelp as the aroma of burning flesh filled the air. I had about twenty dots, all of which were like a brand burnt into my skin.


I went to school that morning, my shoulder tender to touch. Baylee, Ryleigh, Brooklynn and I escaped to the bathroom at recess destined to find a name to my new battle wound. We sat in front of the sink for what seemed like hours bellowing out the most random names.


“Albert?” Ryleigh said what must have been her last attempt.

“Dee!” Baylee said not even moments after.

“I’ve got it, Albert Dee Dot.” I said feeling proud of my boiled over puss-filled burns.


Albert Dee Dot became an inside joke between the four of us. We constantly brought him up in are conversations.