Creamy-Personal Narrative

It was a normal chilly sunday on September 13th, 2015. My dad was in the garage with some of his friends watching the football game. It was the Dallas Cowboys vs. the New York Giants. My dad and his friends were making hot dogs and burgers on the grill but I don’t like those so I asked my dad if I could go to the store and get the ingredients to make taco dip. He handed me $20 and I headed off to the store with one of my dad’s friend’s son. The store was at the end of my street so it wasn’t a far walk.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

“Sweetie, you know what goes on at those parties,” Mom says, as I begin to pack my bag for Gramma’s house. I turn around and begin to make my dinner of the one and only... Mac and Cheese. My friend Keesha invited me to a party this weekend that all of her friends are coming to and then, some more that that. I really wanted to go but when I saw the look on Mom’s face when I told her that I wanted to go, her eyes looked sharp as ice. She doesn’t like me going to popular events, like a party. She won’t even let me go to the park by myself because she is scared I will be irresponsible and get hurt. I notice the water start to boil and I suddenly am snapped back to reality. I put the Mac and Cheese into a plastic container and grab a fork. I run upstairs and grab my phone and charger. I tell my Mom

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

When I came to Medium Rare, it smelled so good, the food was everywhere in the air. When my family, friends, and I took our seats we were ready to eat and have a good time. In front of me was this African Amerian lady, it was a birthday as well. And to the left of me facing in front of me was some homosexual men that dress nicely. As I continue to look around at these people I start to analyzed that most of the African American were put to back closer to the kitchen and the bathroom. The waitress was very nice, kind, and sweet. When the white women were leaving they were saying some flirt ashes word to him, and the group of table I was seating started to laugh. There were no bad scents in the place, the smell was coming from delicious food, and the noise level was at a high minimum, so basically it was moderate plus the music in the background.

Divorce. A shaping tool that impacts the child’s future immensely. With no additional income source, my fresh off the boat mother had to work constantly to keep the bowls filled with rice. However as a direct result, I would have to take care of myself as my mother was rarely at home. My strict mother would never let me outside so I filled my time with video games. Alone with my video games, no one can question my actions or behavior. With only a mother as a role model, I develop a feminine personally. I thought I was just a normal boy, and growing up with this mentality became problematic. Combined with my mentality and higher pitch voice, people would make fun of me and never took me seriously. I never understood why causing me to stay in

It seemed as if we had only been at school for about an hour before it was time for

When I was 11 I owned a dog named Bruno, who always managed to bring a smile to my face. Unfortunately one day when I returned from Mexico, I was devastated to find out he had run away. Ever since I was young I've been self-reliant so it was lovely to have someone there for any circumstance. My parents would usually be at work and when they home they'd usually be in their room resting. In addition, I'm the youngest child, my youngest older brother winning me by 8 years, so I didn't really have siblings to accompany me especially since they all started a family significantly young—this of course only led to them moving on faster meaning I was pretty much on my own. It was nice to have someone so ecstatic to see you that they literally jumped

The most powerful moment that has happened to me involving music happened in the middle of my seventh grade year. Prior to seventh grade, I played the violin but desired to learn the Double Bass. I asked a few times if I could switch instruments so that I could fulfil that desire, but my teacher always turned me down telling me that I should just stick with the violin, this of course made me devasted. Then the following school year, the teacher asked if anybody could play Bass because Alex (the bassist) had moved to a different school and we had only one bassist left in the orchestra and at that moment I got my chance to learn an instrument that I not only loved to hear, but also loved to look at, listen to and play. My teacher was skeptical

My mom’s anger over the dog upsets me. Last Friday my mom and dad were trying to clean out Spenser's ears. My mom could tell he didn't’ want his ears cleaned because he looked hesitant from the beginning. Right when my mom stuck the first cotton ball in his ear, he started to majorly crawl. My mom threw her hands up in frustration and huffed outside to the front porch where she sat for 20 minutes until she came back in grumbling under breath in annoyance. She was afraid he was going to bite her because he has done that before with my sister. My dad tried talking to my mom, but she just kept yelling. I could feel the thick air from all the stress and tension. SInce my mom gave up on trying with Spenser, she brought up the fact that she

I have had many joyful and equally traumatic experiences in my life which I can easily remember. I have been through a flood, gone to emergency care in the hospital, had an allergic reaction, etc. These experiences helped shape me into who I am, my beliefs, how I speak and act around others, and they each created a separate part of my identity.

Such a peaceful Saturday morning I thought to myself as I lay in a daze on my bed. Contemplating weather or not it’s worth it to crawl out of my bed and watch the early morning cartoons. My friends at school always seem to fill me in when I miss it I thought to myself as I began burying myself underneath my fortitude of blankets. Seconds later there was a pounding at my door and my dad came in to tell me that I was going to the zoo today. Extremely ecstatic I zipped my clothes on and ran down the stairs to go wait in the car. Almost falling out of my seat with excitement the whole ride there I would repeat each and every animal that I wanted to visit at the zoo until it drove my parents crazy.