4-D Shrek-Personal Narrative

I took a deep, ragged breath as we entered the park. Every step harder than the last as I followed Elizabeth toward the space shot. I stopped ten feet away and stared up. It was suddenly hard to breathe. Nerves rattled through me like an icy wave.

The hero meets a mentor to gain confidence, advice or training to face the adventure

, I it was really beautiful watching everything for the 5 seconds that I was in space. I landed with a crash, then a tumble. It was strange that I could breath breathe perfectly fine there. I looked around for anything interesting or a way to get out, but I saw nothing. I continued to go straight and I saw a monumental sized boy fishing for whatever it is that you fish for on the moon. I started screaming to get his attention and I did I really expected him to be more friendly. because he grabbed me by the shirt, and hung me on his fishing hook, and down I went into some winter wonderland…..W well not exactly, just some giant swamp. I landed in this mysterious swamp, looking for anything but swamp. I found a gargantuar sized cottage so I decided to go inside and ask for help. I pushed and pushed until the door opened, . then, I heard a THUMP, a STOMP, and a BANG coming towards the door. “Who’s in my swamp!” A booming slow voice said. I ran to find a place to hide, but the only thing I saw was a glass dome with rubber around the inside if of it. The dome had a green man and a green woman inside sitting around a fireplace. then, I wondered if Ii was in shrek, . there was a green man, someone yelling “Get outta my swamp!” it made too much sense to not be true. The green giant, or shrek, picked me up and put me in the glass

It all started on a cold saturday night. It was a windy day. The leaves painted the streets and sidewalks all the shades of red. Small streams ran down the sides of the roads and vanished down into rusted grates. At the time, I was only 9 and-a-half years old. I had just came home from a long day of school and I was excited to watch the Shrek Finale. I ran up to my room, plugged in the cord into the audio jack and blasted the last Shrek movie. Unfortunately for me, my dad was home. He stood outside my door and called me a “loser”. I responded by telling him that “he doesn’t know Shrek like me” and he responded by backhanding my face. For his last attack, I was sent to bed without supper.

In William Steig’s Story, Shrek is portrayed as the hero who goes on a quest for an evil lord to rescue a princess from a dragon-guarded castle in exchange for his swamp. The Hero’s Journey clock begins in the hero’s ordinary world called status quo that encounters an incentive to venture in to the new world. That change is the call to adventure which will lead the hero to seek assistance. The Hero with the help of their assistants will face the trials and challenges of the unfamiliar world before the heroic action.

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

I awoke to a cacophony of screams, both of excitement and of pain. I jolted up quickly, unable to control my own muscles or vocal chords, as if a spectre was holding me back with airy fingers of death.

I live in place that is a replica of the Disney animated movie The Princess and the Frog. N’awlins, Lusiana. Walking down the streets of the French Quarters, because the only thing in N’awlins is the French Quarters, of course) there is always a brass band playing, and there’s always zydeco music playing as well. People in N’awlins; natives, and tourist are always dancing, and singing marching down to Jackson Square to have a festival, because Jackson Square is the only thing that is in the French Quarters. Being from N’awlins, my daily food consumption only contains, Gumbo for Breakfast, Crawfish for Lunch, More Gumbo, and more crawfish for dinner, and of Course Beignets for desert. My daily mode of transportation is the Street car, because

I had one job in first grade, gym class soccer. All I had to do was not let the ball go into the net, and guess what happened? It went into the net. While the soccer game was going, the gym teachers had put on KidzBop and my feet just naturally moved to the beat. So of course during the entire game when the ball was never near my side of the field, the one time I twirled like a ballerina, the ball went straight into the net. From that point on, I was never picked to be the goalie ever again.I remember my mom surprised me one day after work, and enrolled me into Miss Mary Ann’s School of Dance, and it felt like Christmas morning on an ordinary Monday.

As Shrek, from the 2001 movie Shrek, once said, “Onions have many layers.” The first thing that comes to my mind whenever I hear the word “onion,” is not the vegetable, or the tears that normally come with said vegetable. Instead, I think of my best friend Onion. Onion, of course, is not his real name, just some nickname whose origins have been lost through years of use. People are not always what one first expects them to be, which leads to many surprises in life, both pleasant and unpleasant.

From my own experience, I know firsthand the power of Disney. In my life, I have not had the best success with decent health. Crohn’s disease is most often diagnosed at ages 13 to 30 (Grossman “Children and Teens”). I was one of those lucky people to be diagnosed at the age of six. For the past ten years and counting, when it comes to my health, I can honestly say I am on a never ending roller coaster ride. Since being treated costs me the strength of my immune system, I am more susceptible to illness than the average person at any given time of the year. My spirits are low on any day that I wake up and feel exhausted with small flakes of energy. The one thing that can pick me up, is a good Disney movie or show. I cannot help smiling or mouthing

The whole experience felt so dreamlike, I stamped my foot in the shiny new shoe. I felt and heard the stamping.

That lasted a minute until the kid started screaming and ask me about a million questions, none of which he gave me a chance to answer. It felt kinda weird this is the first time I’ve ever told someone my alias and they didn’t pull a gun on me. Anyway while he fanboyed it gave me the opportunity to survey the rest of the cabin. Including me there’s twelve of us and with no idea what we’re in for everyone is gripping their weapons as tight as possible. With a heavy thud we all knew that we had finally landed.

“Crunch, Crunch!” I heard, as I was tip-toeing like a mouse. My warm heart was thumping rapidly. As I turned the corner I --- “Boo!” My cousin James yelped. I will never let go of day when my family and I got lost in a colossal maze, because of the frightening things we saw and thought about.

As I walk into the theater room I notice the feeling of popcorn crumbling beneath my feet which gives me the funny mental image of me being a giant and then I feel the spot where someone had spilt a little of their soda and the floor is a little sticky I then proceed to a seat that fits my likening and sit down and patiently wait for the movie to