Example Of Personal Narrative

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.

My schooling began in Cali, Colombia. At the age of two, my mother matriculated me at local nursery because she worked in the daytime. When I was four, my mother enrolled me in a non-religious private pre-school. The school was known for having a strong program in math and literacy. In my country, education is mandatory until middle school. My homeland uses an alphabet and similar to English it goes from left to right. In pre-school, I remember singing the national anthem every morning. I would stand up alongside of many other students and with our hand across our chest we would sing the entire national anthem. I also remember doing a lot of hands-on activities like counting the elements of each set and making a line to the corresponding number

A warm bead of sweat rolled down my brow in such a slow manner I thought that I had received a cut on my head and I was bleeding from whacking my head on the door panel when I exited out of the cruiser. I wiped it away as I leaned back against the hood of the car, sweating up a storm in the white polo that was supposed to be a uniform.

strong soldier inside and out. Leaving home and having little to no idea what I was going to

The same soldier came and picked me up, I hugged and kissed my family goodbye. I was heartbroken but I was helping the union, defeat the rebels. I heard our front door shut behind me, and I promised myself that I was going to make it back. After 3 days of traveling we made it to the camp, and my canteen was empty. The general was there to greet me and told me the plan. I settled in for that night and ate dinner. It was definitely worst dinner I have ever had. I turned my lamp out and I snuggled next to my dog in the pup tent to keep warm than I was snug as a bug. It was a burdel cold night. Early that morning, soldiers woke up and most of them had frostbite on their fingers and

On 18Oct16 at 1111 hrs. I, Deputy Halbasch, was dispatched to 19609 Hwy 226 for a disturbance.

Even though the drill sergeant told us to keep our heads down, I couldn’t help but peek my head up just to see what is out the window. All I saw was the beautiful blue sky with no clouds in site, and the sun just smiling down on us. The bus stopped at the destination, and I felt my heart stopped as if it was the last time I ever get to see the world. Out of nowhere the same drill sergeant with the mega phone was outside of my bus and started yelling at us with all his might. We could sense fear and terror in the atmosphere as the drill sergeant started pull us out of the bus one by one. The closer I got to the drill sergeant the clearer I got to see every vein and artery throbbing out of his neck and for every word he said you can see them pumping a heartbeat. Once I was able to get my focus from all the scatterings another drill sergeant was yelling at me to run up this hill that look as if it was Mount Rushmore but covered in grass and surrounded by privates but in a far distance look like ants. So I ran to the top acting like it was the end of my life and that I running away from the bulls like how the Spaniards do when they have their annual running with the bulls. Running to the top of the hill was harder than excepted. After finally reaching the top I stopped to catch my breath for my lungs felt as if they’re balloons and someone squeezed all the air out of

Early morning towards the end of June last year, it was family rodeo back home where my mom grew up at. We had always gone back to that town and that rodeo since i was a yee young lad, around 5 or 6. We used to go see my grandma, but she died when i was 10. Anyways, it was my mother, my brothers, sister and her family, me and my girlfriend. Well, the car we were suppose to drive 5 hours north with was very cramped for all of us, so i asked my girlfriend if we could borrow her new car she just bought the day before. She “talked” to her mom and her mom said “yes,” so her and I drove in that car while my brother and mom and their friend drove the other.

My job at injury was working as an assembler for Volt Information Services, Inc. This job was in the heavy duty range. I had no history of injuries to my right foot prior to my injury. On a typical day I walked and stood for the whole eight hour shift, and was required to lift “nodes” which weighed 18-100 pounds each, about 30 times a day.

On 08-26-2017 at 1908 hours I was dispatched to 1029 South 11th Street in reference to a suicidal subject.

The day I enlisted in the United States Army is the day my life changed and everything else around me, it is who I am today. Before then, I grew up in a family of five, four boys and one girl. Struggling day by day just to get around, my mother at that time was the only one working and my father was politician man and working for the Mayor his right hand man for about four years. Until the new election came and that’s when my father got released from his job. With my mother the only one working she had many mouths to feed, my dad would do the best he could every day. My dad was like a “jack of all trades” as people would say, he is a fisherman, carpenter, cook and other skills I didn’t know he possessed. My father even though he was not

Hello! I am so sorry for not writing sooner. As of right now, I am working as a nurse in a makeshift hospital for the soldiers. The experience is extremely interesting. I have learned so many life lessons and I am now much more appreciative of my surroundings. I always hear stories from the soldiers telling me of their time in battle. The reality of the war is worse than anyone would expect. It is extremely heartbreaking. I hope you and the rest of the family will keep all of the soldiers in your prayers, as I will. They really need motivation and encouragement to help them overcome the obstacles of life in battle. One soldier told me about his experience of watching his best friend die. As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes and it was hard

Later that day at 12:00 a.m I went to the evacuation center, when I got there I waited, but they never came, so I had to go back to my shelter and listen to the radio again. When I tuned into the radio station the man said “The evacuation time has been pushed back till tomorrow at 2:30 p.m.” I sighed and said “great I have to wait till tomorrow to get out of this cramped tiny shelter.”

Staring at blank space in the dark. Tucked under my covers, tear stains on my face. Red as a tomato itself. I couldn't comprehend why was I was being punished. I did everything right, everything that you could think of. Mistakes were made here and there but as for myself, I was a good person. I know that everyone's worried. Till this day I cried and cried every night to a cold empty pillow where he use to lay wondering how. Memories floods my mind with every object that comes across my sight. Reminiscing as if it were yesterday. In my 2014 Chevy Malibu laughing, enjoying what God created. I smiled, a smile that stretched across my face as the cool autumn breeze kissed my skin. Staring at the most beautiful human being I could ever imagine.

On October 20,2005 at approximately 0500 hours, 5 am for all you Non-Military folks my life changed for the better. I woke up to 10 men and 6 women yelling at the top of their lungs… “Get up, you lazy sacks of shits.” At this point, all I could do was bow my head and ask my Heavenly Father up above, what did I get myself into. Once I opened my eyes and focused on what was going on around me, I thought nothing like this could ever happen in the world we live in. The other soldiers around me were stumbling out of their bunks trying to maintain what the Army calls your military bearing. All you heard was the loud thunderous sounds of lockers being pushed over by Drill Sergeants demonstrating to us what could happen more often in our days to come