Chestico Of Days-Personal Narrative Analysis

We were pulling up at the parking lot of Knott's soak city it was so full. I was so exited. First we had to get our tickets. Second we had to find some chairs. Then we went to a pool called The wave cove. And every 5 minutes waves would hit. It was so fun to swim over them. After that we went to a big water slide that was 50 feet tall. My little cousin went on one that was 4 feet tall. Then we ate pizza and salad. Then we went to the Lazy river that took you around Knott's soak city.

Alan Brito is a friend of mine from childhood. When we were young, he and I, along with a bunch of other kids from my neighborhood, used to play tops, marbles and “twenty-one”. We had a top contest in which those who could spin the top in the air with the string, pull it back and place it on top of the palm of their hand, was the winner. At the risk of sounding pretentious, I was almost always the winner. For that reason, they nicknamed me “Toppy”. Two of my other friends, Gilly and Billy were rivals. They were very good at playing “twenty-one.” They were unbeatable. Every time we played together they beat me. I was always afraid of playing against them, because I was quite sure that by the end of the game, I would be left with no money in my pockets. In time, Gilly and Billy got married and left the country. They moved to Saint Maurice, a small paradisiac island in the Pacific Ocean.

While I was a kid my family and I used to go on bike rides all the time to anywhere you could think of. We would go boating everyday in the summer. We would ski, wakeboard, go tubing and many more. Go tubing was one of the funniest memories I have boating because the thrill you get is unbeatable trying to hold on for dear life. Anothering thing we did as a family was go on vacation everywhere. The road trips were always fun because we would bring our dog turbo. The one trip that will never be forgotten is North Carolina. We go there every year with family friends and it will be a trip on go on with my kids.

Kendrick asked me to have dinner with him tonight at his cottage. He said he was preparing something special for dinner. This would be our last time together before he went back to the oil rig for another twenty-eight day shift. As I thought of all that time we would be apart, I wanted to make tonight extraordinary, and something he would remember while he was out on the rig. I also hoped that it would make it easier for me to be without him for the next month. I still hadn’t had the courage to voice how I felt about him. I needed to figure out my feeling toward Kendrick. I started to believe I might be able to trust this male. Kendrick had risked his life to save me from the Finman. I couldn’t think about getting hurt again: it would crush me to have Kendrick deceived me. I

On my way to my high school graduation at Eastern Randolph High School, I had a mixture of emotions, but then I remembered that I had forgotten the most important item for the day, like forgetting to study for a test that counts fifty percent of a grade. My graduation cap and tassel were left in the bag that I bought them in. I called my mom immediately, hoping she could still bring them to me on time. She would not pick up the phone. I had to let someone know I had a major problem. Thankfully, there were extra caps and tassels but in exchange of borrowing one, I had to leave my phone which made me experience the same feeling I have when I have to leave my little brother with his babysitter and see him cry.

I wish I could run faster. I wish so many obstacles weren't in my way. I wish I knew why so many people wanted me dead. I wish I could...remember.

I called it the Casita, which means small house in Spanish, yet I never lived there. It was my home forty-five minutes away from home. Brightly decorated with a vibrant yellow exterior, it caught the eye of most bystanders. A dream of entrepreneurship brought my immigrant parents to the United States. Like most families, we struggled for the first few years on American soil until we were able to buy a small lot of land where we built a Venezuelan restaurant, which my family nick-named the Casita. Maturing alongside the restaurant, I was constantly exposed to my culture and the commitment needed to keep the business alive. In turn, this exposure brought me to be a more appreciative and devoted person.

My story is an interesting one. The first major thing that happened to me was my family's move to Peru. I lived there for two years, from when I was seven to nine years old. I did learn to speak Spanish pretty well but sadly, I did not retain it for long after we moved back to the United States. Living there was a huge blessing to me, it taught me how to adjust to whatever life throws at you. Anyone who has ever moved knows it can be hard to readjust, but moving to another country teaches you how to adjust to almost anything. The second significant event that happened to me was my start of becoming a runner. Running taught me to be tough and to fight through the pain to become stronger and get to the finish line. Another event that has shaped

At a certain point in people’s lives, time seems to stop and they become stagnant, almost as if they can’t progress any further. It’s at this point that they are given a choice to move forward, and at a young age I was also given that choice. When I was in elementary school, I was told by many people trying wouldn’t get me anywhere because I was naturally bad at many things. I was told that I had no talent and even if I did get better I couldn’t be compared to my peers. This idea didn’t seem right to me and I immediately questioned it, however for a long time I let their words get to me. I remained one of the slowest runners in my grade, I had some of the worst grades, and I thought it was just how the world worked. Although, I let their words affect me, I didn’t really believe them.

This really spoke to me as Caden's team took their first loss of the season. These kids have played their hearts out these last 11 games and I couldn't be more proud of Caden. I reminded him that losing is part of life and as they take the field again on Friday to hold his head high, play hard, and just enjoy himself because in the end I just want him to love the game, the friendships, and have fun because it's just a game and were always proud of him.

The human heart never ceases to amaze me. It pulsates, sending life sustaining blood to the surrounding organs in a harmonious equilibrium, but one disturbance and the heart’s owner could become lifeless. My father had a heart attack in 2007. My mother called 911, and my six-year old brain couldn’t really process what was happening. I only registered fear and pain. A flashing and ambulance arrived soon after and strapped an oxygen mask to my dad, placed an IV, and gave him some medication. He was rushed to the New York Hospital of Queens and received a quadruple bypass. After that ambulance left, I was scared I wouldn’t see him again; not everyone’s family member is lucky enough to survive that kind of operation. I might not have gotten my

I love to ride on the Crownline. If you don’t know what a Crownline is, it’s a type of boat. Our boat looks like a normal, big boat. It is blue and white but mostly white. There are many types of activities to do on the boat. There are cruising, tubing, skiing, going to a sandbar, going to the cove, and hanging out with your family. My personal favorite is going to sand bars. I love doing that because you can bury yourself under the sand, make fires, go on the lilypad (a fun thing to go on that floats on top of the water), swim, and just hang out.

When I close my eyes I visualize our first moments on March 18th, 2013, and the nervousness I had speaking to you. How I was stuttering heavily awkwardly. However, little did I know that moment would lead into want has blossom today. It makes me smile. Without you in my life I am once again a nervous wreck. But even with these Goliath opponents against me. I shall not wither. You still mean the world to me. I feel dreadful causing this plight between us. Knowing that you're the only woman I want to see across from me.You made me a better person. You gave me the chance to believe in myself and there's no way that I can pay you back. But my plan is to show you that I understand.

It was the end of the school year, school was out for the summer, and the best happened. I went with my dad, his friends and mine too, to a motorcross event to compete and ride for the weekend down the shore. We got a huge motor camper, rv, that slept all six of us, had screen tvs, and more. However, I didn’t really care about that, although it was fun driving down and setting up next to the other riders. The best was yet to come.

Heart. A word that has countless meanings. To me it’s caring for someone you nearly just met moments ago without blinking. It’s doing everything you possibly can to make sure that they’re okay. Wearing your heart on your sleeve for a living. December of 2015 I had surgery on my shoulder. During my stay, my heart went out to every nurse that walked through my door. No matter how much I complained they had a smile on their face. Nurse Katherine was with me when they wheeled me into the operating room. As I got onto the table a tear started running down my cheek. Before the tear could reach my chin Katherine wiped it away, grabbed my hand and told me everything was going to be okay. At that moment, before I drifted off to sleep, I knew what