My Vignettes Delaney Hallberg

Name of Thrones

When people learn my name for the first time, they tell me that it is unique and that they’ve never heard it before. I like how my name is different, and I think it makes me who I am. When people tell me my name is pretty or elegant, it makes me proud. My parents gave me this name because they thought it sounded tough and strong, and that’s who they wanted me to be. They liked my name because it honored our heritage and where we came from. My name is Gaelic, Irish, and English. In Gaelic, my name means defiance. In English, it means from the elder tree grove. It also means fallen angel. I hope these meanings can connect to me in many ways. They show strength and courage, wisdom, and hope. My name can be used as a girl's or a boys name, which I don’t mind. Finding another person with my name is very exciting, whether it be a girl, a boy, or even someone's last name. Someone once told me that my name was the friendliest name they had ever heard. Hearing this made me very happy, and more confident in my name. I try to be as nice as possible to everyone I meet and have a positive outlook on life. Knowing that someone considered my name to be friendly is very comforting, and I hope that I can show that meaning in my daily life. The first thing people learn about me is my name, and if it immediately makes them think of friendship and happiness, it definitely feels good. I used to dislike my name a lot, because it was different and I didn’t know anyone else who had it. It made me feel awkward when people would pronounce it wrong or act confused when they heard it. But, as time has gone by, I have learned to love it for that exact reason. There are so many names in the world that are very common and used a lot, but mine is very unique. My name has always reminded me of the ocean. The deep blue of the water, and the warmth of the beach. It makes me think of stillness, and peace. The meanings behind my name have a lot of significance, and hopefully I apply them to my daily life. My name gives me strength and courage, but it also gives me friendship and peace. My name may not be the most common, but I do think that it fits me well and I hope I can live up to all that it means.

Al For One

When I was younger, I remember my grandpa always had a good friend who came over named Al. Al was a short and chubby man, with absolutely no hair on top of his head and a mustache grayer than the moon. He would always come see us when we were visiting my grandparents, and was very friendly. He was very funny and was constantly joking around with us. I looked up to my grandpa a lot when I was younger, and therefore I used to look up to Al too. I thought he was so cool because he owned a lot of land and had a lot of money. He also owned a boat, and many cars. To me, it seemed like Al had everything he wanted, and it inspired me very much. Al was so nice to me, and in my eyes, he could do no harm.

Well, that wasn’t exactly the whole truth. It turns out, Al was not a very good person. He took money from people through his business, and did some other illegal things. As I got older, and I learned more about all the secrets he hid, it started to change my perception of adults. I always automatically thought they were perfect and could do no harm. But one thing Al taught me was that was far from the truth. Adults are the complete opposite of perfect, but they’re much better at pretending that they are. It was an odd feeling, to learn the truth about my friend and to know that he wasn’t even close to being s godly as I always thought he was. Meeting Al and learning what type of person he was, really taught me a valuable lesson. As nice as a person can be on the outside, you never know what they are hiding.

Soccer Who

My body hit the ground with so much force, I thought all my bones would break. The entire crowd let out one big gasp as they witnessed my humiliation. I was laying on the ground, pain shooting through my body and freezing me so I couldn’t move. Finally, I sat up, my entire body covered in thick, brown mud, and faced the rest of my U8 soccer team. They all stared blankly back at me, trying to figure out how to react to my fall. It had stopped raining an hour ago, but mud still covered the soccer field and everyone knew it was only a matter of time until someone had slipped. And of course, that someone was me. I then turned my head to see how all the adults had reacted, and found that they were all staring at me just like the kids, although I think they felt bad for me. A small laugh escaped from someone behind me, and once it started, there was no stopping it. A crowd of my fellow six year olds swarmed around me, laughing and not understanding my pain. I blinked back tears and bit down hard on my lip to prevent from the further embarrassment of crying. Pushing my dirty hair out of my face, I slowly stood up and tried to laugh along with everybody and ignore my now bloody knees. I also ignored the ref when he repeatedly asked if I was ok, and if I needed a break. Instead, I just continued to dribble the ball as if it was completely normal that I had just face planted and was now covered in mud and blood. My heart was still racing and tears were gathering at the front of my eyes, but I knew that making a big scene would just worsen the embarrassment I already felt. I looked over desperately at my friend, passing her the ball and hoping she would keep the game going. Thankfully, she shot the ball at the goal and it rolled in, giving everybody something new to focus on.


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