A Day At The Lake-Personal Narrative

Anyways, back to the story, his house was being robbed by not the brightest of robbers, or one who didn’t whose house he was robbing. We may never know, because the next thing the robber remembered was lying in a cell. Nonetheless, Jimmy Jackson was up.

So we had to walk to our friend anthony's and the sky was getting dark and we were

Once we were back outside clouds started to form and it got even more colder, now it was like stepping into a freezer. We decided to keep playing so we went deeper in the woods. It was pitch black out there but the bright reflection from the moon

I was at the park with Mitali and Ricqi. It was starting to get cloudy. We were all chilling, scrolling through our phones. Then, it started to rain so we ran to Mitali’s house.

I also wrote about "Once More to the Lake", but I enjoy long descriptive sentences. When you read your chosen sentence, did it give you a feeling or, bring you back to a moment in your past? When I read that sentence, it brings me back to laying on the beach smelling the the salty air and listening to the

Knock, knock, knock! Billy Bob Jackson Jr. trudged to the door after a long day

At one point in anybody’s life, they realize that it is better to buy for you friends and family, not yourself. As a matter of fact, you might find that buying for your family and friends has a better result than buying for yourself. Even though I had my own money, I decided that I should get something for my whole family, not myself.

In the world are people that is difficult for them to work in the job that they have.

We finally got inside Turner Falls, I was exhausted. I needed something to wake me up, therefore, Mari and I decided to go swimming. We were going to wait for the bus to take us down the big hill, but it was taking too long. We ended up walking

I still remember sitting in that quiet room, my parents and sister by my sides. Me, laying on the bed with my sister and dad. My mom on the floor snuggling up to my dog Birch. And then he was laying there, motionless. The whole house was silent. The mixture of the rain and fog outside made it nearly impossible to look out the window into the woods. Nobody knew what to say. I knew this was coming, but I wasn’t prepared.

the earthquake finally stopped we decide to head back to our cabin. I was really sad when we

The baron threw me out into the lake like I was nothing. The barons name was Stephen. After about an hour, I thought I was going to grow gills, but before that can happen a young fisherman going by the name of Patrick found me floating down the lake like a log would float down a stream.

I grew up Western New York State, in a rural community located on the south shore of Lake Ontario, roughly between the City of Buffalo and the City of Rochester. The area is known for its formidable weather, especially the snow storms in the winter due to the lake effect. The community has its roots in farming and raising livestock (mostly cows), which continues today though there are more housing developments dotting the landscape these days. My town is home to the world’s biggest apple pie, and is very much like stepping back in time in some respects. The views and practices of the community have changed very little in the past forty years and will be slow to do so given the conservative nature of the public’s opinion, now that I look from

too. So as she said, we go inside and all we see is the floor and pitch black empty

"Fresh off the boat" or "F.O.B" for short is a term which means carrying your sense of fashion and culture from your country which clashes with the current country's culture. That term is what I was referred to when I first started school in America. I did not understand the American culture or the way the system worked.