Example Of Personal Narrative

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

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

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.

The training ground was outside and depending on what we needed it for was able to instantly change its terrain. I walked over to a nearby basket and pulled out an old wooden bow and a quiver full of arrows.

The girl who I’d grown up with since preschool had a small tremble in her hands and couldn’t write legibly. Being bullied at a young age and didn’t pick up a pencil for the rest of elementary school, took its toll. But she sung the loudest songs and kept you on the edge of your seat with the passion that flowed from her vocal chords. She could talk for hours on end and listen just as well. She did all her work vocally and may have gotten the best grade in the class. Never giving excuses and always taking the hard route, and continued humming along the way.

I heard a crash and a boom downstairs and paused my horror movies I did not think anything about it at first so I went downstairs and when I saw a shadowy figure dart across the kitchen I freaked out and tried to keep myself calm as my heart was racing then I ran upstairs as fast as I could.

"What to do," said the Sea God wearily. Poseidon sat on his throne with a bored expression on his face. " What to do!" he said again, "I know!" he exclaimed, "I can create a new sea animal!" he said with an excited expression on his face. Poseidon looked down at his pet whale and asked him, "What do you think I should make Rudy!" he asked,

“…Turn here.” He just keeps driving, completely ignoring me. “Uh sir, you missed the turn.” Just keeps driving. Then it comes into view; the edge of the road. The cliff. He’s driving right toward the cliff, going faster by the second. The last thing I see before we crash over the cliff is the man in the driver’s seat turn around; those dead eyes staring right at me.

“Would you rather surf in Punta Cana or hike the Appalachian Trail?”, the anesthesiologist asked. To humor him, I replied “Hmm, I would probab—”.

Seriously, shoot me, the Lauren’s corporative banking husband of twelve years thought as the awoke to a standing ovation being given to the Symphony’s guest conductor, Mr Ludwig Something or Rather.

The music was blaring. It sounded like the music of a late nightclub. I couldn’t focus. I’ve never been a good multitasker. It’s impossible to listen to music and write an essay at the same time. My eyes glanced to the side to check Mira’s half of the dorm. Of course, she wasn’t there.

All human beings come into the world with a desire to speak; babies babble from the moment they are born, and in time, idle coos evolve into coherent words. Speech is, no doubt, a cornerstone of human society, but some humans are less inclined towards speaking than others. I am a prime example of the latter case. Growing up a wide-eyed girl with frizzy blonde hair, I was much quieter than my eccentric outer appearance led most people to believe. Biting my tongue before I knew how to speak, and sitting on my hands before I knew how to write, my childhood was a vicious cycle of sitting down, shutting up, and hanging low my frizzy blonde head. For so long I believed myself doomed to live the rest of my life in this painfully shy manner. That is, until, I met my voice teacher one year ago.

“Rima, honey, hurry up or you'll be late for school." my father called down the stairs, trying to make it seem like he still cares.

I scrambled across the floor, my knees grazed and bruised purple. Catching my breath, my head spun and I quietly reminded myself that I must keep breathing. In and out. Steady. I silently recalled all the places I've hidden, crossing them off the list. He'll look at those places first and I couldn’t afford to be caught this time. I told myself that everything was on the line, I had to flee - hide.

Vacations, a time to drink fruity drinks and tan on the beach with the sun on your face. Vacations should be a fun and happy time for everyone. Instead of having the time of my life on my trip, I experienced Titanic 2, in my own way. I got burned, almost died tubing, and got into some illegal trouble with a taxi service. Worst of all, got told something that has changed me forever.