Defining Moment-Personal Narrative

It was ten am on a Saturday morning and I was only three two hours away from the greastest moment of my life. I was about to meet the most amazing guy ever. Im not typically the girl to get overly excited about meeting someone but I mean its Jake Miller. Jake Miller is this really cute but sweet and loving guy. I first found out about him from my best friend Jaun and he showed me his song “Like me”. I knew from that moment on this was not the last time I will be hearing the name Jake Miller. Later that night I googled him and listened to all his songs. I fell in love it was like love at first sight. So for months I kept listening to his music and buying his album until I heard he was playing at Tampa Bay Jingle Ball concert for free. I told my mom we have to go and as she know my love for Jake Miller she easily agreed. I could not wait till December thirteen. The day I met my idol Jake Miller was exciting yet nerve wrecking moment

It’s Monday, March 15 1943. Each day just gets harder, more people start getting sent to execution camps or how my parents tell my little brother, “a place that needs more workers.” I’m scared for the day it’s my parents getting called to leave, or my little bother, Ash. I know things will start to become stricter due to the Resistance fighters, me being one of them, which have been trying to get through the Muranowska Pokorna Wall. The number of German soldiers to barricade walls has increased. With the hundreds of us that attempted to escape through the wall, I was lucky I wasn’t killed and was able to get away without the Germans knowing I was part of the resistance. I know my family couldn’t handle losing me now. Both my parents are weak and they know that there time to be sent to the concentration camps is coming soon. I just hope it’s me who leaves before them. I don’t think I could take care of ash on my own. I don’t think I could make the situation we’re in seem any better than how it really is. He’s seven years old, but he’s had to grow up a lot faster than most seven year olds his age, everybody in Warsaw has. Tonight was the last night I will be staying in Warsaw, or at least that is what I am hoping for. It took a lot for my family to understand my decision to be part of the resistance. But they respect my choice now. I know it is selfish, and I know it won’t be easy. But I can’t hide anymore, I can’t wait around to be killed. I want to fight back even if it means maybe leaving behind the thing I love most in the world. The fights are

The wind was in my face and it felt like I was flying, and next thing I know I had a mouth full of rocks hold on I’m getting ahead of myself let me start from the beginning.

Ms. Napholz made us write these paragraphs on someone we have memories with. So, I decided to chose you since we have so many awesome memories together. I know that you will think this is very lame but I had to chose someone. Hopefully you will enjoy revisiting some of these moments we had together.

Currently I am a year away from a bachelor's degree, and on my pathway, to my degree, I have written countless papers, therefore I figured writing an autobiography was going to be simple, but I was surprised at how much I struggled to gather information about myself. It isn’t every day that people confront me and ask me who I really am or who I want to be. It isn't like I can open a textbook and read them the answers, or flip over my flash cards to find the answer. The reason the answer is so hard to come up with is due to the reality that life makes us forget who we are, and when we do take the time to reflect on it, it’s like uncharted territory or a chapter in a textbook you neglected to read before a test. Personally I frequently get caught up in the everyday motion of life to the point where I

I am an introvert who values my personal space and alone time. However, I haven’t had much of either in the last few weeks. Since moving into my dorm at the University of Georgia, the last few weeks have been a rush. Every day has been a combination of classes, homework, running to stores, catching buses, and meeting friends. This isn’t a complaint. I love the freedom and figuring out how to handle more responsibility. I love being around other people and having friends that are always up for watching a movie I’ve yet to see or playing a match of Super Smash Bros. The first two weeks have rushed by and there hasn’t been a moment to just pause and take in everything that has happened so far.

As I walk out of the gas station and down the ramp. I look down in disappointment and anger. Never wanting to return to our dreadful car ride. I knew what was coming and all I wanted to do was curl up in a tiny ball. I didn't want to hear everyone giggling, because going on this hike was a formidable challenge for me. I laboriously dragged myself to the car. We have been driving for what seemed like a lifetime. We are on our way to a campsite and “the hike of the century.” We had been preparing for this trip for weeks. We had an ample amount of supplies for this trip. Four and a half hours later we had arrived. i tried to ignore the negative stories in my head. Of course the fear of slipping off the trial kept popping in my head. I couldn’t get rid of it. Sluggishly, I followed the big group before me.

As we grow up we grow up we form our identity. Identity is our sense of self; according to Erikson, the adolescent’s task is to solidify a sense of self by testing and integrating various roles (Myers, 2016, p.153). Erikson’s statement is true for myself. I have different identities when I am in different environments.

When I was young, my father was an avid video gamer, reader, and computer engineer. He introduced me to video gaming through gifting me my first Gameboy Color, which was the successor of the original Gameboy. The differences between the two was just that one had lights and actual graphics while the other had no lights and contained sketch-like graphics. Anyways, through that gift I was able to have a defining moment which was with a game called Kirby. Kirby was just a game about a pink blob that wants to be a hero and save his land, which was something I was really into because of the progression system and the feeling of success which it granted me. I ended up liking games and

On your marks, get set, BANG! The sound of the bang from the two wooden pieces resonated through the air. I pushed off from my right foot and jolted to the front of the pack. The teachers roared in excitement and the crowd cheered as Cross-country had just begun. It was that time of the year again where you see little kids running around the school to get a certificate or even better, if you’re good that is, into a tournament.

I always loved riding scooters at the Muncie Skate Park. I was horrified of the idea of one particular ramp. It was a quarter-pipe that was vertical more than half-way down the ramp. It was also fourteen feet high when you were looking down from the top of it. People call going down a ramp “dropping in.” I wanted more than anything to be able to drop in on that ramp.

It was a sunny April afternoon. I was at the small, but beautiful green park that looked like one you would see in movies. I was with my friend and my brother. I was just being my 7 year old second grade self when life decided to throw a curveball at me. We were playing tag, and my friend was it. I was sitting at the top of the slide that I had been told many times to be careful on. My brother was hiding in the little dirt hole at the end of the grey metal slide that was rusting underneath. Thinking Please don't make me be it. . I leaned over the edge letting my feet dangle over it. I saw her climbing up the steep stairs that lead to the top where I was sitting. I knew that I was faster and if I had to I could run away.

The sun rises and the day begins, Roger gets out of the bed and goes to the bathroom to take a hot and relaxing shower. Haphazardly, he realizes it’s Saturday morning of the last week of the month. He gets in his shiny car and starts driving with glee to the street where he first met Mrs. Jones. 20 years ago, since she forgave him, he has been thinking of a small but important life lesson which she taught him in her tiny room. And 5 years ago, he decided to find Mrs. Jones to show her how much he had grown up physically and mentally since he stopped stealing things.

We have all failed at something once in our lifetime; For me, it’s hard when I fail, because I play soccer and when you can’t shoot on the goal or pass well people will produce laughter at you. I’m that one person that can’t shoot well on the goal because of my hips; Remarkably every time I shoot the ball it's an aching discomfort that won’t go away in my hips. I don’t know why it's in so much pain, but it hurts to point where I can’t run or walk; Sometimes I just have to push through and earn the knowledge to do it again. When you miss at shooting or passing, you can't create an excuse just laugh and reflect on what you did. I break down most of the time because of my foot is angled to the side, or I whiff the ball, and at times, it's too much or too less power you put behind the ball. For me, I put too much power, and I miss then people generate laughter at me; especially Ethan.

“Damn it.” If I only I could’ve kept my sticky fingers in check. The job was only to grab the explosives but when I saw that beautiful M24 sniper rifle handing off the guard’s shoulder. I couldn’t resist.