A Personal Narrative Essay : The Life Of My Life

I was born in Ukraine, in a small town called Makiivka. I grew up with my mom, grandmother, and twin sister. My sister and I would always run to school because we did not want to spend money on the bus, instead, we would buy our mother a memorable present on her birthday. We always wanted to impress her; in appreciation of her hard work. My everyday routine was simple. In the morning I was going to school. in the winter, the most exciting was running in the snow, when cold air plucks your cheeks

was gripped so tightly onto mine that there were petite fingernail impressions lining my hand. He was screaming, crying, kicking up the loose gravel that laid on the ground. All because he didn't want to kill a fish at fishing camp. This was just one of the countless fits a day that this young boy would have in a day. And learning how to help him was one of the most gratifying experiences I have attained in my life. I was not a person known to have patience. People considered me snarky and knew that

explained later. Before I committed my deed, I would describe my childhood as a dreamlike bliss. I lead a pretty charmed life-two parents, a sister, a soon-to-be brother, and an iridescent, teal-colored room. What more could a seven year old ask for? But really, my life was pretty fantastic. I was a clueless little girl with a Dora Explorer(cultural allusion) haircut and larger than life bow to match. However, one day I made a dreadful mistake that haunted my childhood; I robbed the Easter Bunny

poured down my face like I was in a rain forest, hugged my mom tightly as if she was a cuddly stuffed animal and I prayed, prayed like I’ve never prayed before. Not really knowing what was going on or what was going to happen. My sister arrived home, followed by my dad shortly after. While we waited to hear back from the hospital, we sat on the couch in the living room bawling our eyes out probably. Don’t worry, I will tell you about what is going on. Picking up my head followed by my body, I reach

All my life I’ve seen my mom work hard, struggling to pay bills and raise three sons alone. Day in and day out she’ll work and when she returns home, she tells me not to end up like her. In recent years she’s developed some health issues from working so much and continues to work because there’s really no other option. A number of times she’s told me that she regrets never finishing school and tells me it’s something I have to do. Even without her telling me to I knew just from looking at her that

One day my mom got a call from my grandma saying that my great grandpa was really sick and in the hospital. “Hey mom who was that?” “It was Grandma Jannet and Grandpa’s in the hospital” “Can we go visit him because I haven't seen him in months” “We’ll go at the beginning of break and stay for a couple days, I just have to discuss it with your dad.” So that weekend she decided that we were going to go visit our great grandparents in Colusa County, California. When we all got there it was late, very

awe at everything that was new and interesting. Then my father died when I was five, that’s when those baby blue eyes lost their gleam and the world seems a little bit duller. Those baby blue eyes changed to ice grey and dark blue, and my outlooked changed as life events shaped who I am. My ex-best friend and I had a fight back in March of 2017, causing me pain and sadness. In March of 2017 that same day, things looked a little brighter, when my now boyfriend helped me through it. July of 2017, the

Personal Narrative My Life I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me. I have chosen to go to the local community

Colorado, with a very unconventional family life. I was taught how to appreciate nature, and how to set up a tent, and how to downhill ski at the age of 4. I knew nothing about God, I had never even been to a church. I was always the kid who asked countless questions, and I remember asking my family if there was a God, I don’t think I ever got an answer. My childhood was also a lot messier than most kids, my parents split up when I was nine and when my mom was laid off of her job she started drinking

all over my arms. Im wearing a nightgown with fuzzy socks on my feet. The room smells like death, it looks beat up and the yellow paint is practically peeling off the wall. “Rosemary honey time for you to take your pills,” said one of Rosemary's nurses. I'm in a room filled with quotes like “Depression isn't a forever thing, there's help.” Yeah that's what I thought too. I’m captain of the cheerleaders and dating the most popular guy in school James Bloomfield, you would expect my life to be perfect