Example Of A Personal Narrative

If I had the opportunity to interview anybody in my family it’d be my grandma because she grew up very poor and had to work for everything she ever received. She now is a millionaire and has traveled all over the globe. Grandma has always been a brilliant lady, and has had a full life.

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

Imagine how California would be if there is no immigration? Immigration is what has made California what is today. Without it, California would not be California. I am immigrant because I wanted better opportunities to provide for myself and my family. However, what about Connie Young Yu’s grandmother or Mexican immigrants? What brought the immigrants here? Each immigration has a different purpose in order to come California, but as Richard Rodriguez and Conni Young Yu describes in their section, getting to the place that is a land of immigrants is not always easy. Connie Young Yu, the author of the story of our grandmothers, is a historian, archaeologist, and author on the Chinese experience in America. Rodriguez is a Mexican American writer and has written many articles about immigration. He describes the immigration of Mexicans in his selection called proof. They focus on people whom the California dream has attracted through the years, including immigrants from Latin America, Asia, and the Near East. Therefore, as we read their stories, we are exploring the different lives of Californian’s immigrants, and the readers also

I have played basketball since 6th grade and I have always really enjoyed it. I was determined to do well and excel in it so I put a lot of extra time in it in the summer and on the weekends practicing. Well once I got up to the junior high level I was doing quite well and had improved tremendously after attending a couple of basketball camps over the summer, but I was not getting any playing time. Towards the end of the season my parents decided to transfer me to a new school for academic reasons and I finished the season off there earning a starting spot. I continued to enjoy the game and was very eager to learn new skills to become a better player, but once I entered the high school level, things changed. Usually in high school people start to find their place and figure out what they are good at and not and so did I.

So i spent the night at my grandma and grandpas and in the morning we all woke up in the morning we all got in the van and all the kids including me took nap in back and when we got there we had to put camper up and take boat to ramp to get it to the campsite

Ever get the chance to put together your own outfit for the day? Well, I mean literally have you ever had to sew together your outfit? If not, well let me start it off with “WOW!”, grandma's work isn’t as easy as it seems. Not only did i learn how difficult it is to sew, but i had the chance to be able to express my funny side. This week i chose as one of my portfolios a unique project, where i sewed together my outfit. At first, i envisioned it being a joke, since i would never wear it personally, but I saw the fun and good vibes it would bring to the classroom atmosphere. We started off with the simple idea of creating one of the outfits used by one of the boys in the movie, The Sound of Music. First, we had to sketch out a drawing of the outfit to get an

It all began when I was about five years old, having sleepovers in my great grandma’s room. She loved telling stories and playing dress up with me. In her room she kept a lot of pillows on her bed. She had fancy pillows in a variety of sizes, shapes, colors, and textures. Every time I entered her room, she would allow me to jump around on the bed filled with pillows. All that jumping around and having all that fun felt amazing, and that's when I fell in love with one of her pillows and named it Bobby.

I cracked my eyes open, and I jolted up out of my bed. I hear the knock, and the door opens.

The hushed quiet was deafening the house. I come from a family of four, noise always echoing through the walls, peace never being near. Normally, such lack of noise would be welcoming; but today it was earth-shattering. The minivan was packed faster than you could blink, voices raised tempers flared. A peaceful Tuesday was gone.

The past can tell more than the future. I interviewed my grandma about her past. She was born on August 5, 1959. My Grandma became the oldest of three brothers. At school, she considered herself an A - B student. Her hobbies were painting ceramics, reading and playing. After school Grandma would play hide and seek or follow the leader. Her favorite toys were metal slinky and her very own bike. She loved play in the pool or hide closet where her brothers couldn’t find her. When my Grandma was 13 she rode horses and trained a dog for 4H. She moved eight times in her life land her brothers became her friends. Then life happened to her and she had 2 kids and became a grandma. I asked her how my mom and uncle differed. They are very different

Yesterday, while in her care the beloved cat, Doodle Dee, had disappeared. For this reason, 14 years old, Olivia was petrified to see her Grandma and to announce the news. Grandma had a temper and today her grandmother, Sharon has completed a10 days stay at The Gatlin Manor Asylum following the lost her alcoholic husband Frank, a little more that 2 weeks earlier, she has been so physically and mentally drained by taking care of Franky's frail mind and body for the past 3 years that just one day after the funeral, she swallowed a dozen of her sleeping pills; life did not mean anything to her. However, thank God her visiting friend found her and did call 911.

My family wind up in this country by my parents. They came here because they wanted some money and in Mexico there wasn’t so much jobs. My parents came by immigration. MY mom lived in a pueblo. IT was just a little town. There wasn’t much work there. Where my dad lived was in a pueblo as well. My dad parents died so he didn’t have much money. My mom came here in 1917 by legs. MY parents did come by choice so they could start a new life instead in Mexico.

A wall at Grandpa's house had all the photos of the family. They were all black and white. They were all faded. Some had turned a little bit brown in some spots and some were not really clear at all. But when people looked at them; they all knew who was who and where and when they were taken. Some photos were of groups of people. Some were just of families standing stiff like they were in the milatary. Some were pitchers of just a baby. Some were really silly ones that everyone would look at and laugh. Grandpa had a picture of me, two, with my brothers and sisters. No matter what the picture was, relitives would look at it and then tell the story that went with the photo. All of them were of family and freinds and all of them seemed very special.

Bass look shattered as he pushed away from the table and stood. “Let me know when I can see her.”

I will tell you a tale of a woman of great success. This is a woman that has inspired me to be something great one day and to never give up trying. Though she may be growing into her elderly years she has lived a very challenging, joyful, loving and successful life. She is a woman of great faith and character, she is my grandmother.