I remember my first backpack. It lit up and had my named on it in fancy letters.. thanks to Lands end.. I felt so grown up, like it was a right of passage to have that backpack slung across my shoulder. I walked into kindergarten feeling like a king.
I once saw a backpack lying on the ground of my closet, and I began to think to myself of all the things the backpack must have seen and heard throughout its existence.
A backpack is a handy thing I use to carry books; it never leaves me through the day, and you can tell from it’s worn-down looks. He’s just like that, I’m happy to admit; he’s with me through sun or rain, through all of it.
school and homework and all kinds of walking and headaches form the lights and lots and lots of homework. hate homework hate college no more school. blah. so glad that is over. no more for me. i am glad i am done and in debt forever.
Backpack! Backpack!
The large backpack on his back was heavy, almost overly so. It was big and bulky, almost as tall as he was, and just as wide. He stood tall and strong with it, and with a sigh began his hike up the hill once more.
interrail. a nice trip with friends through europe.experiences, moments that will never forget.people and trains running through space and time.but stay still in our minds.
On my way to school, I am encumbered. My pack falls from my back as my body attempts to regain its balance. My lunch falls flat against the sidewalk as I learn to breathe again.
I sometimes dream of taking everything important to me, putting it in a backpack, and driving until I don’t recognize where I am anymore. And then I wonder, what would I take? Would I take my phone? My books? Or would I just take memories. Mementos of days far gone. It’d be so much easier if I could just take you.
I got a new backpack today in the mail. It’s black and white zebra stripes with a little purple in it. I can’t wait to wear it. Me and that backpack are gunna go through alot this summer. Its going to hold alot, its going to be very important this summer. Me and my backpack cant wait! Zebra yeah!
my backpack is my life. i remember ordering one out of a catalog when i started 1st grade with my initials on it. its sad to think now i will be ordering one for college very soon. to put my life in and everything i need for the day
I pick up my backpack and get ready for school. In my backpack I keep lots of equipment. Like pens and pencils to arm myself to fend off the evil quizzes and test, like paper to shield myself and build fighter planes, and a waterbottle for hydration for up to the last minutes of class. There are many useful supplies to satisfy my hunger for the creativity of the younger.
He walked up the dirt trail while being blinded by the suns rays creeping out of the overgrown trees. He knew he shouldn’t have gone here by himself for this exact reason. He was lost. Not only lost inside the wilderness, but also within himself. He knew courage was not his strong suit. His insecurities were far greater than those loved traits. He knew he must keep moving for darkness would surround him soon. His back ached from the load he carried. The load would be his only means of survival, he thought. The contents would not allow death.
flackmack. ackspack. those arent words are they? ARE THEY?! i have to delete a lot. not really related to a backpack tho. i DO have a lot of backpacks! i wear mine all the time. i got a camelbak in the mail today (backpack with a water bag to drink from).
Oh good Lord. I like to fill my back pack with lots of water and stuff before I go hiking but don’t usually use any of the things that are in it. Except the water of course. Not the extra clothes or the little snacks ….. Kind of like in school … would load up that backpack and then never really open it once I got home. Interesting. Maybe it was a backpack issue this whole time and not a procrastination issue.
More backpacks should have jets. You could use them to scale buildings. And sure there would be more accidents, but overpopulation’s absurd these days anyway. And that’s all I have to say about that
It’s huge, black and has many pockets to put stuff in it :). my backpack. It’s useful for a trip sometimes, but i’d rather have my slingbag along. just to be more convenient.
i always carried my backpack in schoo becausI never wanted to stop at my locker. I stilll use one to pack my things today. some ae very scheesy to me. i hate to see eople carry them on bicycles. They are good storage holders. I se them to store things when i am not feeling like putting things away..
backpacks come in many colors and are used for many things. when i think about backpacks i think about hiking and the wildnerness. backpacks mean adventure, they mean freedom, and they mean peace. you can fit anything inside a backpack, they make us as efficient as camels. we are naturally without a place to put stuff, our skin does not have pockets. backpacks make us kings of the carriers. i’d suggest always having a roll of toilet paper in your backpack, for emergencies.
He could hear her humming as she worked around the glowing fireplace. As near as he could tell, she was cooking something. But naked? Jensen shrugged silently. to each their own. Just then, he noticed the green device pulsing in a backpack hanging from one of the chairs by the table. And it was not his backpack.
if i had had anymore room i would have added an extra notebook. i already had three but hey, there’s always more to write. that was it though. nothing else would fit. just me, my backpack and my next adventure.
When I was in 7th grade, I bought a backpack that didn’t have two straps for your arms to go into. It had one strap that went over my shoulder, across my body. It was too small to even hold all my books and it really wasn’t as cool as I thought it was at the time. I only bought that particular backpack because Emma Nelson, a fictitious character on my favorite TV show at the time (Degrassi) had an over the shoulder backpack. My mom was pissed I refused to buy a “normal” backpack.
That which we carry things in. School books and supplies, or service as an overnight bag for a sleepover or when you just need a place to crash for the night. Carries anything that can fit, and keeps you in mind of taking only what is necessary.
I have a backpack that I’ve had for eight years now. It has a Narcotics Anonymous tag on it that says I’ve been sober for 90 days. It was originally put on there to keep the cops away, a compellingly honest backstory is bound to keep you out of trouble. Honesty cuts to the bone and heals to the skin.
Are you serious? You, good sir, know absolutely nothing of the meaning of the word backpack until you’ve hiked a 700 meter, slippery, wet, rocky, rainy portage with a big, fat, yellow stove pack resting on your aching spine.
I already got the word backpack the first time I came here. Like I said before, the word backpack reminds me of school. Trekking from my car halfway through the parking lot to get to stand by the disgusting trash cans and locker pods. Nothing is good when a backpack and school are involved. There’s always an untold story behind every person and their bag.
My first memory of a backpack was when I was in one, figuratively speaking. When I was very young my father put me in a child backpack on his back and would carry me that way. I still remember what I saw from some of those trips. I would be bouncing up and down and watching the world go by.
As I walked acorss that land, I began to notice things I hadn’t before: the small ripples beneath my feet, the small beads of sweat I left in a trail behind me, and finally, the weight of my backpack on my shoulders, bringing me down with every step.
America’s parents thought she’d be big, which is why they named her America. Not big like she turned out – big like a star. A singer, an actress, maybe. Not a forty-pounds-overweight waitress whose whole wardrobe could fit in her backpack. And did. She carried it around everywhere she went, used it as a pillow in the cheap motels she slept in – she didn’t trust that those pillows were clean.
“Hey, you there” I said into the walkie talkie. “yeah, I’m here”. He sounded weak. He was coughing a lot too, almost as if he was trying to get out all the excess blood. “Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon. Just hang in there”. I did all I could to keep from panicing. But all I could think was that my best friend in the world may be dead if my squad didn;t hurry the hell up. “Thanks man”, he said to me in a raspy voice.
I stuff everything imagiannable in my backpack. Magazines, computers, condoms, food, art books, books about art, books about creatures that came form art. If anyone was to every steal my backpack, I would lose most of the most important things in my life. So, despite the fact that it is merely a tool to carry things, I am jealously protective of it, and how much of my world those things comprise.
Bags of all sizes….large, small, fancy, ratty, messy…too clean and pretty to use. Why must I have so many bags when I only ever use one. The one thats big enought to it
I used to go to school in elementary school and i would bring all my stuff in a back pack. it was pretty great, all my stuff right there in one place. ready for me to pull out and use at any time. and anything i wanted to bring i could.
Backpacks are pretty neat. They carry my stuff and occasionally they break. Broken backpacks make for sad times because I get strangely attached to my backpacks. They’re like old friends to me, helping me through tough times. Backpacks kinda keep my life together. Not in an overly dramatic emotional sense, but in the sense that everything I need is in my backpack. Stuff like books and chapstick, you know, the important things.
Of all the things that I put into my trusty, brown backpack, the most exciting was the neighbourhood stray cat. I brought it to school in the third grade and let it out in the boy’s bathroom. Boy, were they surprised. My principal was too. Later on, that cat would go on to become our school’s famous mascot, Sally the Alley Cat.
My backpack is not all that it was advertised to be. The right shoulder strap, the one I use the most, started ripping about two weeks into the semester. The package looks good, but some thing are not all that they appear. Some sale! Next time I’m sticking with Walmart.
I remember my first backpack. It lit up and had my named on it in fancy letters.. thanks to Lands end.. I felt so grown up, like it was a right of passage to have that backpack slung across my shoulder. I walked into kindergarten feeling like a king.
I once saw a backpack lying on the ground of my closet, and I began to think to myself of all the things the backpack must have seen and heard throughout its existence.
A backpack is a handy thing I use to carry books; it never leaves me through the day, and you can tell from it’s worn-down looks. He’s just like that, I’m happy to admit; he’s with me through sun or rain, through all of it.
school and homework and all kinds of walking and headaches form the lights and lots and lots of homework. hate homework hate college no more school. blah. so glad that is over. no more for me. i am glad i am done and in debt forever.
I wore a batman backpack to school on the first day. It was awesomeeeee. I love the Dark Knight however Michael Keaton is my Batman! <3<3<3
DON'T GO CHASING WATER FALLS!
I don't want no scrubs….creep. creepin.
You really have no idea who TLC is?
Captain Gene.
Jack Frost
Jack Sparrow
CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow…sorry!
Backpack! Backpack!
The large backpack on his back was heavy, almost overly so. It was big and bulky, almost as tall as he was, and just as wide. He stood tall and strong with it, and with a sigh began his hike up the hill once more.
interrail. a nice trip with friends through europe.experiences, moments that will never forget.people and trains running through space and time.but stay still in our minds.
On my way to school, I am encumbered. My pack falls from my back as my body attempts to regain its balance. My lunch falls flat against the sidewalk as I learn to breathe again.
I sometimes dream of taking everything important to me, putting it in a backpack, and driving until I don’t recognize where I am anymore. And then I wonder, what would I take? Would I take my phone? My books? Or would I just take memories. Mementos of days far gone. It’d be so much easier if I could just take you.
I got a new backpack today in the mail. It’s black and white zebra stripes with a little purple in it. I can’t wait to wear it. Me and that backpack are gunna go through alot this summer. Its going to hold alot, its going to be very important this summer. Me and my backpack cant wait! Zebra yeah!
my backpack is my life. i remember ordering one out of a catalog when i started 1st grade with my initials on it. its sad to think now i will be ordering one for college very soon. to put my life in and everything i need for the day
I pick up my backpack and get ready for school. In my backpack I keep lots of equipment. Like pens and pencils to arm myself to fend off the evil quizzes and test, like paper to shield myself and build fighter planes, and a waterbottle for hydration for up to the last minutes of class. There are many useful supplies to satisfy my hunger for the creativity of the younger.
He walked up the dirt trail while being blinded by the suns rays creeping out of the overgrown trees. He knew he shouldn’t have gone here by himself for this exact reason. He was lost. Not only lost inside the wilderness, but also within himself. He knew courage was not his strong suit. His insecurities were far greater than those loved traits. He knew he must keep moving for darkness would surround him soon. His back ached from the load he carried. The load would be his only means of survival, he thought. The contents would not allow death.
flackmack. ackspack. those arent words are they? ARE THEY?! i have to delete a lot. not really related to a backpack tho. i DO have a lot of backpacks! i wear mine all the time. i got a camelbak in the mail today (backpack with a water bag to drink from).
Oh good Lord. I like to fill my back pack with lots of water and stuff before I go hiking but don’t usually use any of the things that are in it. Except the water of course. Not the extra clothes or the little snacks ….. Kind of like in school … would load up that backpack and then never really open it once I got home. Interesting. Maybe it was a backpack issue this whole time and not a procrastination issue.
More backpacks should have jets. You could use them to scale buildings. And sure there would be more accidents, but overpopulation’s absurd these days anyway. And that’s all I have to say about that
It’s huge, black and has many pockets to put stuff in it :). my backpack. It’s useful for a trip sometimes, but i’d rather have my slingbag along. just to be more convenient.
i always carried my backpack in schoo becausI never wanted to stop at my locker. I stilll use one to pack my things today. some ae very scheesy to me. i hate to see eople carry them on bicycles. They are good storage holders. I se them to store things when i am not feeling like putting things away..
backpacks come in many colors and are used for many things. when i think about backpacks i think about hiking and the wildnerness. backpacks mean adventure, they mean freedom, and they mean peace. you can fit anything inside a backpack, they make us as efficient as camels. we are naturally without a place to put stuff, our skin does not have pockets. backpacks make us kings of the carriers. i’d suggest always having a roll of toilet paper in your backpack, for emergencies.
He could hear her humming as she worked around the glowing fireplace. As near as he could tell, she was cooking something. But naked? Jensen shrugged silently. to each their own. Just then, he noticed the green device pulsing in a backpack hanging from one of the chairs by the table. And it was not his backpack.
He took the backpack, the canteens and flags sagging into the barbed-wire patch-up, and walked into the abandoned cafeteria.
There was soda everywhere, and it overflowed the room. He smiled.
if i had had anymore room i would have added an extra notebook. i already had three but hey, there’s always more to write. that was it though. nothing else would fit. just me, my backpack and my next adventure.
hiking trip forest wildlife sun earth school people backs heavy pain problems traveling college green black colorful
When I was in 7th grade, I bought a backpack that didn’t have two straps for your arms to go into. It had one strap that went over my shoulder, across my body. It was too small to even hold all my books and it really wasn’t as cool as I thought it was at the time. I only bought that particular backpack because Emma Nelson, a fictitious character on my favorite TV show at the time (Degrassi) had an over the shoulder backpack. My mom was pissed I refused to buy a “normal” backpack.
That which we carry things in. School books and supplies, or service as an overnight bag for a sleepover or when you just need a place to crash for the night. Carries anything that can fit, and keeps you in mind of taking only what is necessary.
I have a backpack that I’ve had for eight years now. It has a Narcotics Anonymous tag on it that says I’ve been sober for 90 days. It was originally put on there to keep the cops away, a compellingly honest backstory is bound to keep you out of trouble. Honesty cuts to the bone and heals to the skin.
Are you serious? You, good sir, know absolutely nothing of the meaning of the word backpack until you’ve hiked a 700 meter, slippery, wet, rocky, rainy portage with a big, fat, yellow stove pack resting on your aching spine.
I already got the word backpack the first time I came here. Like I said before, the word backpack reminds me of school. Trekking from my car halfway through the parking lot to get to stand by the disgusting trash cans and locker pods. Nothing is good when a backpack and school are involved. There’s always an untold story behind every person and their bag.
My first memory of a backpack was when I was in one, figuratively speaking. When I was very young my father put me in a child backpack on his back and would carry me that way. I still remember what I saw from some of those trips. I would be bouncing up and down and watching the world go by.
As I walked acorss that land, I began to notice things I hadn’t before: the small ripples beneath my feet, the small beads of sweat I left in a trail behind me, and finally, the weight of my backpack on my shoulders, bringing me down with every step.
America’s parents thought she’d be big, which is why they named her America. Not big like she turned out – big like a star. A singer, an actress, maybe. Not a forty-pounds-overweight waitress whose whole wardrobe could fit in her backpack. And did. She carried it around everywhere she went, used it as a pillow in the cheap motels she slept in – she didn’t trust that those pillows were clean.
“Hey, you there” I said into the walkie talkie. “yeah, I’m here”. He sounded weak. He was coughing a lot too, almost as if he was trying to get out all the excess blood. “Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon. Just hang in there”. I did all I could to keep from panicing. But all I could think was that my best friend in the world may be dead if my squad didn;t hurry the hell up. “Thanks man”, he said to me in a raspy voice.
I stuff everything imagiannable in my backpack. Magazines, computers, condoms, food, art books, books about art, books about creatures that came form art. If anyone was to every steal my backpack, I would lose most of the most important things in my life. So, despite the fact that it is merely a tool to carry things, I am jealously protective of it, and how much of my world those things comprise.
Things. Always loaded with things. Books, pens, pencils, erasers, worries, doubts, thoughts, past, present, future, exgirlfriends, responsibilities, friendships, family, enemies…
Bags of all sizes….large, small, fancy, ratty, messy…too clean and pretty to use. Why must I have so many bags when I only ever use one. The one thats big enought to it
I used to go to school in elementary school and i would bring all my stuff in a back pack. it was pretty great, all my stuff right there in one place. ready for me to pull out and use at any time. and anything i wanted to bring i could.
Her words still hung in the air as he watched the flower shaped zippers on her neon pink backpack bounce their way down to the bus stop.
“No, dad. I’ll go by myself.”
Backpacks are pretty neat. They carry my stuff and occasionally they break. Broken backpacks make for sad times because I get strangely attached to my backpacks. They’re like old friends to me, helping me through tough times. Backpacks kinda keep my life together. Not in an overly dramatic emotional sense, but in the sense that everything I need is in my backpack. Stuff like books and chapstick, you know, the important things.
Of all the things that I put into my trusty, brown backpack, the most exciting was the neighbourhood stray cat. I brought it to school in the third grade and let it out in the boy’s bathroom. Boy, were they surprised. My principal was too. Later on, that cat would go on to become our school’s famous mascot, Sally the Alley Cat.
My backpack is not all that it was advertised to be. The right shoulder strap, the one I use the most, started ripping about two weeks into the semester. The package looks good, but some thing are not all that they appear. Some sale! Next time I’m sticking with Walmart.