写一件本来是坏事意外变成好事的英语作文

写一件本来是坏事意外变成好事的英语作文
全文共6篇示例，供读者参考
篇1
A Rainy Day Surprise
It was a sunny Saturday morning and I was so excited because my parents had promised to take me to the waterpark that day. I had been looking forward to it all week! I loved going down the huge waterslides and splashing around in the wave pool.
I woke up early, put on my bathing suit under my clothes, and ran downstairs for breakfast. "Can we go soon? Can we go now?" I asked my mom over and over as I gulped down my cereal.
"Just be patient," she said with a smile. "We'll leave as soon as your dad is ready."
While I was waiting, I looked out the window and the sunny sky was quickly filling with dark clouds. No, please don't rain today! I thought, my eyes wide.
Sure enough, by the time my dad was finally ready, raindrops were coming down in buckets. "Oh no, I guess we can't go to the waterpark after all," my mom sighed. "The weather is too bad."
"Noooo!" I wailed, stamping my feet. This was so unfair! I had been looking forward to this all week. Now my perfect day was completely ruined by the stupid rain.
My dad tried to cheer me up. "Hey buddy, it's okay. We can do something else fun instead!"
But I was inconsolable. "Nothing else will be as fun as the waterpark!" I sobbed. "This is the worst day ever!"
For the rest of the morning, I moped around the house feeling incredibly grumpy and disappointed. The rain just kept pouring down outside. My parents suggested watching a movie or playing a board game, but I wasn't in the mood for anything.
Finally, my dad came up with an idea. "Why don't we have a picnic...indoors!" He grabbed an old blanket and spread it out on the living room floor. My mom helped bring little bowls of snacks like grapes, crackers, and veggies with ranch dip. They even packed us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, my favorite!
As we sat on the blanket munching our picnic lunch, my bad mood started to lift a tiny bit. This actually was kind of fun and cozy, listening to the rain pitter-pattering on the windows. Dad told jokes that made me and Mom laugh. After eating, we played charades which always cracks me up.
Eventually the rain stopped and the sun even peeked out from the clouds. "Let's go puddle jumping!" my dad exclaimed, grabbing our rainboots and jackets. I suddenly felt energized and excited again.
We spent the next couple hours squealing with delight as we jumped and splashed our way through all the huge puddles in our yard and neighborhood. We came back inside soaked but happier than we'd been all day.
My parents let me pick a movie for us to watch together while drinking hot chocolate with lots of mini marshmallows. I snuggled between them feeling warm, cozy, and so loved.
As I looked back on the day before bed that night, I realized that even though it had started out as what I thought was a terrible disappointment, it had actually turned into an incredibly fun and special day. If it hadn't rained, we probably wouldn't have had our awesome indoor picnic, gone puddle jumping like
crazy, or had that amazing hot chocolate and movie time as a family.
Sometimes what seems like a bad thing can lead to something unexpectedly good if you just go with it and make the best of the situation. That rainy day turned out to be one of my favorite days ever, all because my family found ways to have fun and be together no matter what. I learned a valuable lesson about having a positive attitude even when things don't go as planned. Now I'll always remember that rain doesn't have to ruin everything...sometimes it can actually make for incredible new memories.
篇2
A Bad Day That Turned Into a Great Day
Last Saturday was supposed to be a fun day, but it started out really bad. My parents had planned a family trip to the beach, which is my favorite place in the whole world. I had been looking forward to it all week and could hardly sleep the night before because I was so excited.
When I woke up that morning, I raced to the window to check the weather. To my horror, it was pouring rain outside! Not just a little sprinkle either, but a total downpour. My heart sank
as I watched the raindrops pounding on the glass. There was no way we could go to the beach in that kind of rain.
I moped around the house feeling sorry for myself as my parents tried to cheer me up. "Don't worry, we can still have fun today," my mom said with a smile. But I wasn't convinced. Nothing could be fun on a day when we couldn't go to the beach.
After a while, my dad had an idea. "Why don't we go to the children's museum instead? It's all indoors so we'll stay dry."
I groaned at the thought. The children's museum was okay, I guess, but it was nothing compared to the beach. Still, it seemed better than just sitting around the house being bored and disappointed. "Okay fine, let's go," I agreed.
The museum was really crowded when we got there because I guess a lot of other families had the same idea with the rain and all. We ended up having to wait in a long line just to buy tickets and get inside. By that point, I was already feeling grumpy and wishing we had just stayed home.
But then something unexpected happened that completely turned my mood around. As we were waiting in line, I noticed a little booth set up nearby with a sign that said "Adoptions
Today!" It was an animal rescue organization helping dogs and cats find forever homes.
I've always loved animals, especially dogs, so I immediately raced over to the booth to get a closer look. They had about ten adorable puppies there, all scampering around and playing in a large pen. I fell in love instantly!
One puppy in particular caught my eye - the cutest little golden retriever you've ever seen. He was the fluffiest ball of fur with the most adorable face and big brown eyes. As soon as I got close, he came barrelling over and started licking my hands like he was saying "Please pick me!"
"Daddy, daddy! Can we adopt this puppy pleeeeease?" I begged my dad while scooping the little guy up in my arms and cuddling him. "Just look how cute and sweet he is!"
My parents exchanged a look, like they were having a silent conversation. Finally my mom sighed and said "Well, I did promise you we would get a dog one day..."
I could hardly believe my ears! They were actually going to let me adopt the puppy? This was the best day ever! In the blink of an eye, I had gone from being totally miserable about missing the beach to being the happiest kid on the planet.
The rest of the day was a blur of paperwork and preparing to take our new furry family member home. By the time we walked out of the museum, the rain had stopped and the sun was trying to peek through the clouds.
On the car ride home, I kept the puppy cuddled in a warm towel on my lap, petting him and giggling every time he licked my face. "What should we name him?" my dad asked from the driver's seat.
I thought for a moment, looking down at my sweet new pal's golden fur. "How about Sunny?" I suggested, feeling like the name was the perfect fit.
And that's how a terrible, rainy day turned into one of the happiest of my entire life - all because we happened to stumble across an animal rescue event at the children's museum. If we had gone to the beach like we originally planned, I never would have met Sunny. Just thinking about that makes me shudder.
Sunny has been part of our family for over a year now, and he is absolutely the best dog in the world. He's goofy and playful and loves cuddling up with me to take naps. I can't even remember what life was like before he came along.
Sometimes the things you dread or expect to be horrible turn out to be awesome surprises in the end. My miserable rainy day turned into pure magic all because I adopted a furry little ray of sunshine named Sunny. He might have been meant for our family all along!
篇3
The Worst Day That Became The Best
It started out as the worst day ever. I woke up late because my alarm didn't go off. I was already in a grumpy mood when I stumbled downstairs for breakfast. That's when I saw the horrible sight - my baby brother had knocked over my beautifully constructed Lego castle that I had spent weeks building! I had followed the instructions so carefully and it was finally done, a huge colorful castle with towering spires and a working drawbridge. And now it was smashed into a million pieces all over the floor.
"Timmy! Look what you did!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Timmy just giggled and clapped his hands, totally oblivious to the disaster he had caused.
"Jeremy, calm down," my mom said in a soothing voice. "It's just Legos, we can rebuild it."
"No we can't!" I shrieked. "It took forever to build! He ruined everything!" I was so mad I could feel angry tears welling up in my eyes.
I stormed out of the kitchen, barely touching my breakfast. I grabbed my backpack and stomped out the front door towards the bus stop, fuming the whole way. When I got to school, I couldn't concentrate on anything the teacher said. I just glared at the clock, waiting for the day to be over so I could go home and be miserable about my smashed castle.
Finally the last bell rang and I trudged towards the bus ramp, still in a terrible mood. That's when I saw a group of kids huddled around something on the ground. I wandered over to see what they were looking at. Lying in the middle of the group was a tiny bird, just a baby, its wings weren't even feathered out yet. It was cheeping pitifully and struggling to move.
"I think it fell out of its nest," one of the kids said.
"It's going to die," another kid commented sadly.
I felt a pang in my heart as I looked at the helpless little bird.
I remembered how sad I had felt when my pet hamster died a few years ago. I didn't want this little bird to die too. An idea started forming in my head.
"We have to do something to help it!" I announced firmly. The other kids looked at me doubtfully.
"Like what?" one of them asked.
"We can make it a nest!" I said, getting more enthusiastic by the second. "And find something to feed it. My dad's a vet, he'll know what to do!"
The other kids still seemed uncertain, but I wasn't going to take no for an answer. I pulled off my jacket and gently scooped up the tiny bird, cradling it against my chest to keep it warm. Then I sent the other kids scurrying to find supplies - twigs, grass, leaves, an old shoe box. Slowly but surely, we constructed a makeshift nest to put the baby bird in.
I kept the bird bundled up inside my jacket until we got to my house. My dad's veterinary clinic is attached to our home, so as soon as we walked inside I rushed back to find him. He was just finishing up with a patient, a golden retriever who was there for her annual checkup.
"Dad, dad! We found this baby bird and we need to save it!" I babbled frantically. I pulled the bird out of my jacket to show him. He studied it carefully for a moment, checking it over.
"Well, it looks like you kids found a baby robin that fell out of the nest," he declared. "It's definitely still young enough that we may be able to save it if we act quickly."
He gave us strict instructions for caring for the little bird - what to feed it, how to keep it warm, how to mimic a mother bird's call so it would imprint on us. Over the next couple of weeks, I became the primary caretaker of our little feathered friend. I named him Robert, and made sure he got his meals of runny dog food mixed with ground nuts and vitamins every few hours.
At first Robert seemed so frail that I worried he wouldn't make it. But soon he started gaining strength and growing new feathers. Before long he was hopping around boldly in his shoebox nest, flapping his wings in excited bursts when I brought him his food. It felt like such an accomplishment to see him getting bigger and healthier every day.
Finally, the day came when Robert was strong enough to go
篇4
My Disappointing Birthday Turned into an Amazing Adventure!
It was my 10th birthday and I was so excited! My parents had promised me a big party with all my friends from school. I couldn't wait to see what kind of cake and decorations they had planned. The night before, I could barely sleep thinking about all the fun and presents.
But when I woke up on my birthday morning, things weren't quite as I expected. My mom came into my room with a sad look on her face. "Sweetie, I have some bad news," she said. "The party is canceled."
I felt like crying. "What? Why??" I asked, my voice shaking. How could they cancel my party?
Mom explained that Dad had gotten really sick overnight with a terrible stomach bug. He was throwing up and had a fever. There was no way we could have people over to the house.
I was devastated. All my friends were going to be so disappointed too. We had been looking forward to the party for weeks! I had even wrapped all their presents already.
But Mom said, "Don't worry, we'll have a special family day instead. Just the three of us!" She tried to sound excited, but I could tell she felt awful about ruining my birthday.
I moped around the house all morning while Dad slept. Mom made me my favorite pancakes for breakfast, but I was too upset to enjoy them much.
After lunch, she surprised me by saying, "Get your shoes on! We're going on a little adventure."
I perked up a bit at that. "An adventure? Where are we going?"
"You'll see!" Mom said with a smile. "It's a surprise!"
Dad had to stay home resting, so it was just Mom and me. She drove for what felt like forever. I practically had my nose pressed against the window, trying to figure out where we were headed.
Finally, we pulled into a huge parking lot and I saw...a giant aquarium! My eyes grew wide with excitement. We didn't get to go to aquariums very often since they were kind of expensive.
"Is this my surprise?" I asked, Unable to believe it.
Mom nodded happily. "I knew how disappointed you were about the party. So I wanted to do something really special, just for you!"
We spent the whole afternoon exploring every exhibit. I saw sharks, rays, sea turtles, and thousands of colorful fish. We watched divers swimming in the huge tank, surrounded by sharks and schools of fish. It was absolutely amazing!
There were touch tanks where you could reach in and feel small rays and starfish. I even got to feed the rays by hand! Their velvety wings glided through the water and their mouths slurped up the food. It felt so weird but really cool.
We went to a 4D movie about the ocean that made you feel like you were getting splashed by the waves. The seats moved and vibrated along with the action on the screen. It was better than any ride!
By the time we left at closing time, I had the biggest smile on my face. I had forgotten all about the canceled party. This surprise adventure was a thousand times better!
On the drive home, I told Mom over and over how much fun I had. "This was the best birthday ever! Thank you so, so much!"
She smiled and said, "You're very welcome, sweetie. I'm sorry your party didn't work out, but I'm glad we could turn an disappointing day into a special memory."
When we got home, Dad was awake and feeling a little better. Mom and I excitedly told him all about our amazing adventure at the aquarium. He said he wished he could have come, but was happy we had fun.
Then it was time for birthday cake! Mom had stopped and picked one up from my favorite bakery. It was a double chocolate fudge cake with a little mermaid decoration on top. Delicious!
After cake, I got to open the presents from my parents. They had gone all out to make up for the party. I got a new art set, Lego kits, books, and some cool science experiment toys.
As I looked at my awesome new gifts, surrounded my by Mom and Dad who loved me so much, I realized that this turned out to be one of the most memorable, exciting birthdays ever! Sometimes what you expect to be a disaster can actually turn into something wonderful.
I gave my parents a big hug and knew that from this day on, whenever my birthday came around, I would remember our amazing aquarium adventure! It just went to show that the best things in life are often the most unexpected surprises.
篇5
A Sour Lemon Turns Sweet
It was a bright Saturday morning and I was super excited because my best friend Tommy was coming over to play. We had big plans to build an awesome fort in my backyard out of branches, old sheets, and anything else we could find. I could already picture us huddled inside, whispering secrets and telling silly jokes like we always did.
Tommy arrived right after breakfast carrying a bulging backpack. I knew it was filled with all kinds of cool supplies for fort building - rope, duct tape, maybe even a little tool kit. We raced out to the backyard, dropping the backpack by the big oak tree that would be fort central. As I unzipped the backpack, getting ready to dig out the goods, the zipper got stuck on a snag. I yanked harder...and harder...until RIIIIIP! The backpack tore wide open, spilling everything out onto the grass.
"Oh no!" Tommy cried. "My backpack! It's ruined!"
I felt awful. If I hadn't been so eager and careless with the zipper, none of this would have happened. Now his poor backpack was destroyed, with a giant jagged tear running down the front. Even worse, some of the contents had gotten muddy from falling onto the dewy grass. Tommy looked like he might cry.
"I'm so sorry," I said, feeling lower than a worm's belly. "It's all my fault. I'll buy you a new backpack, I promise!"
Tommy just shook his head sadly. "That was my favorite backpack. My dad gave it to me when I was in kindergarten. Now it's ruined forever."
We couldn't concentrate on building the fort after that. The morning which had started out so promisingly was now a total bummer. We just sat there, staring at the mangled backpack and its muddy contents.
"Want to go play video games inside?" I asked halfheartedly, but Tommy didn't answer. He had his head down and I could see a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks. I felt even worse.
Just then, Tommy's little sister Rosie came toddling over. She immediately noticed the sad scene and asked what was wrong.
"Russell ripped my backpack," Tommy said with a sniffle. "And he got everything muddy too."
Rosie's eyes went wide when she saw the shredded backpack. Then she got a mischievous look on her face.
"Oooh, I have an idea!" she exclaimed. "We can make it into art! Like that stuff Mommy hangs on the walls!"
Tommy and I looked at each other, confused. Make a muddy, ripped up backpack into art? That seemed pretty silly. But Rosie was already gathering up the backpack and its contents, getting mud and grass stains all over her hands and clothes. She didn't seem to care one bit.
"C'mon you guys, it'll be fun!" she said in her high-pitched little kid voice. "We can hang it in your room, Tommy!"
Well, we didn't have any better ideas, so we decided to humor her. The three of us spent the next couple hours playing around with the backpack, sticking branches and leaves onto it, adding polka dots with acrylic paints I had leftover from art class, gluing on buttons and scraps of fabric. Rosie was right - it actually was kinda fun!
When we were finally done, the backpack looked totally wild, like some kind of crazy abstract sculpture. It was covered with textures and colors and naturey bits and pieces. We hung it up on Tommy's bedroom wall, standing back to admire our wacky creation.
"You know," Tommy said, smiling for the first time that day, "I kinda like it better this way instead of just a boring old backpack!"
"Me too!" I agreed. "It's a masterpiece!"
From that point on, the backpack artwork - or "Backpack-O-Rama" as we dubbed it - became a cherished part of Tommy's room. Over the years, whenever I went to his house and saw it hanging there, I couldn't help but grin, remembering that disappointing morning that had turned into such a fun, creative experience.
Who would have thought that a catastrophe like a ripped backpack could make way for such an awesome work of art? I realized that sometimes when bad things happen, it's an opportunity to turn lemons into lemonade. You just have to use your imagination and make the best of it.
In fact, making sculptures out of recycled stuff became a hobby of ours for a while after that. We'd take old objects that were broken or headed for the trash and turn them into wild art pieces, using all kinds of mixed media and materials. People would come over to Tommy's house just to see the cool new things we had made. A few of our sculptures even got put on display at the local library!
I never did end up replacing Tommy's old backpack. He didn't need it anymore since that first creation sparked his love of mixed media art. Many years later, after we had both
graduated college, Tommy opened his own gallery where he showcased artwork made from repurposed and recycled objects. I'll never forget walking into that grand opening, seeing "Backpack-O-Rama" hanging right there - the piece that had started it all.
What had seemed like a disaster on that Saturday morning long ago ended up inspiring years of creativity, not to mention a lifelong passion and career for my best friend. Just goes to show that when life hands you lemons, you can make a lot more than lemonade if you use your imagination. Who knows what sour mishaps could end up turning into something incredibly sweet and wonderful?
篇6
The Worst Day That Became The Best
It started out as the worst day ever. I woke up feeling grumpy and didn't want to go to school. My mom made my favorite pancakes for breakfast, but I was in such a bad mood that I didn't even enjoy them. I fought with my little brother over who got to sit in the front seat of the car. Once we got to school, I realized I had forgotten my homework at home. My teacher
gave me a stern look and told me not to let it happen again. Things just kept going wrong all morning long.
At lunch, I went outside to eat with my friends, but then disaster struck. I opened my lunchbox and saw that my sandwich had gotten smashed into a gooey mess. The juice box had leaked all over everything too. I started crying right there on the playground because I was so hungry and frustrated. A few of my friends came over asking what was wrong. When I showed them my ruined lunch, one of them said "Don't worry, you can share my lunch!" But I was too upset to accept. I just wanted the day to be over so I could go home.
After lunch, we had PE class. I was still in a foul mood from the lunchbox incident, and wasn't paying close attention. We were playing kickball and when it was my turn to kick, I missed the ball completely. Everyone started laughing at me. I felt so embarrassed that I just ran away from the kickball field. I found a quiet corner of the playground and sat down, burying my head in my hands. I had decided this was officially the worst day ever.
That's when Mr. Jackson, the PE teacher, came over to see what was wrong. I explained about my smashed lunch, and how nothing had gone right all day long. I expected him to yell at me for running off during the game. But instead, he said "Hey, we all
have bad days sometimes. Why don't you help me set up for the next activity? That usually makes me feel better when I'm having a tough day."
I didn't really want to, but I also didn't want to get in more trouble, so I followed Mr. Jackson across the playground. He headed towards a big storage closet and started unloading all this weird equipment I had never seen before. That's when he explained we were going to learn a brand new game that day. It was called footbag, and it involved keeping a small weighted bag off the ground by hitting it with your feet, knees, shoulders, head - anything but your hands or arms!
Mr. Jackson let me have the first try, since I was his helper. The footbag was a little tricky to kick at first, but after a few misses, I managed to kick it up and then hit it back with my knee.
I got the hang of it pretty quickly. Soon I was rallying the footbag back and forth, trying to see how many hits I could string together. I was having so much fun that I completely forgot about how hungry I was and what a terrible day I'd been having!
When the rest of the class joined us, Mr. Jackson showed everyone else how to play. I was allowed to keep rallying with the footbag to demonstrate for my classmates. Most of them struggled at first like I had, but I was now the expert getting to
offer them tips and advice. It felt really good to finally be successful at the new game after all the things that had gone wrong earlier.
By the end of PE class, almost everyone was getting the hang of footbag. We had all worked up an appetite from all the jumping and kicking. As we were walking back to our classroom building, Mr. Jackson stopped me and asked if I was feeling any better. I smiled and said "Yes, way better! That new game was so much fun. Thanks for letting me help set it up." He smiled back and said he could tell I was a natural footbagger.
From that day on, footbag became my favorite game. I practiced every chance I got - at recess, after school, even in my backyard at home. Within a few weeks, I was rallying over 100 hits in a row! My skills impressed all my friends. Some of them started learning footbag too so we could challenge each other.
I'll never forget that horrible day that turned into the best day, all because my teacher Mr. Jackson was so kind and introduced me to a great new sport. If my lunch hadn't gotten smashed and put me in a bad mood, I may never have discovered my hidden talent for footbag. From feelings of embarrassment and frustration to becoming the playground footbag master - what started as the worst day ever ultimately
became one of the best days of my life. It just goes to show that when you stay positive, there's an opportunity for something good in every situation, even your worst days.。