The Hero that is George Washington

Authors Note: This is my Patriots Pen essay focused on George Washington.

George Washington, was simply one of the greatest founders of the world. He got the colonists to work together together and formed one of the proudest nations ever.  If I where to meet George Washington I would thank him for everything he has done to us.  

When most people think of George Washington they think he's just the 1st President of the United States. When I think about him I think of one of the many soldiers and leaders who gave us our freedom. He fought for us as the first President, as well as a Commander in the American revolution. He fought in the war from 1775-1783 in which he fought in countless battles.

Although fighting for us was important making laws was just as important,  in 1787 George Washington was one of many significant people to sign the Constitution.  Two years later in 1789 he became the first president of The United States of America. Once he became president he fought Europe just for our freedom.

George Washington was by far one of the greatest men to help form the society as we know it   If we didn't have George Washington we might be slaves under the British rule.  Just think George Washington is only one of the many founding Fathers. 

the bomb of conflict

Angels in Demons is a book with many important conflicts between many different people.

Angels and Demons written by Dan Brown is a dramatic adventure full of twists.  The main characters try to stop the Illuminati from blowing up the Vatican City.   The main conflict in this book is the two main characters against the Illuminati.   This conflict is a person vs. group conflict. Although there are other minor conflicts this is definitely the biggest conflict.

This conflict happened when the Illuminati killed the bomb maker and took the bomb.  This helps get resolved when the main character finds clues that leads to the location of the bomb.  Once they find where the bomb is the Illuminati won’t give up without a fight

My First Shot

Author's Note: This is my personal narrative piece. I hope that it demonstrates that I can include dialog in my writing.

Squeak, squeak, squeak the shoes were making one of the most repetitive noises possible on the light green grass on a wet Saturday morning in late August. Slowly my dad and I walked down a small but exquisite nine hole golf course Menomonee Falls. Although it was only two weeks after my first golf lessons I've ever had, I still wanted to go out to a gold course jut because it was my first time golfing with my dad. Finally we were readying up for the first hole, and I was ready for my first shot. 

When we first got the course it was surprising that there was nobody there, but when we walked in the lady at the desk said the course had just opened five minutes ago.  After my dad and I got our cart we drove up to the first tee.  The first hole was a simple par three with a pond a third of the way through the hole.  Since my dad hits farther he tees up at the back tees.  Then after a few practice swings he was ready to drive."Ready for a perfect drive," he said.  "Whatever you say," I replied back doubtfully.  I was expecting a decent drive from him, considering he hasn't  golfed since February,  when we were in Florida. As he stepped  up to the tee I was still doubtful, but as soon as he hit the ball of my doubts vanished.  The drive was perfect right smack in the middle of the fairway.  Now it was time for the kid that had never even been on a legitimate golf course.
    

Since it was my first year golfing I didn't have my own clubs yet, so I pulled out the shiny silver driver that I was borrowing from my Grandma. After I took some practice swings and was ready to hit I started to get butterflies in my stomach, the first shot was right over a little pond.  If I didn’t  make it over it would land in the pond.Soon after I remembered I was only golfing with my dad. That thought completely erased any nervousness I still had.  Then I got my stance ready to shoot.  My backswing was perfect, but I got under the ball too much.  The white Nike ball went sailing just barely making it over the pond.   

Although my first shot was easily the most memorable shot, that day in general was one of my favorite.  From now on I will respect golfing much more than I used to.  Whenever I go golfing with my dad again, I will always remember my first shot.