Example Of Personal Narrative Mexico

Waving goodbye from the backseat of the car, as we pull out of my parent’s driveway. Looking out the window at the oddly, white shaped clouds. Thinking, I had never been away from my parents and my younger sister for so long, even though it was only for two weeks. I was excited and scared all at once, but I wasn’t too thrilled about the whole 29-hour drive there. Hoping that the trip would go well and nothing bad will happen to us.

I was sitting on the couch with my brother and sister watching television when my mom and dad came to ask us if we wanted to go to Mexico with our aunt and cousins and we said yes we were all excited because we were finally going to get to meet our family members that live there.

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“Oh,” Todd bit his lower lip and then threw his eyes toward the barn, “I…it’s in the shop. Come on, I have something to show

She waited nervously outside the door for him to answer. She wasn’t sure if she should try to seem normal, or give it away that something was going on. As soon as he answered the door, she could tell he sensed it anyways.

She walked toward the basement, the restless spirits parting so she could pass. But the spirits watched. They waited.

Time passed. The growling had subsided, though she still felt an evil presence among her. She finally gained the energy to stand. She shakily stood up, looking out into the emptiness, searching

Donovan gazed out over the dusky ground. His green eyes darted around looking for any signs of movement. A dry hot breeze hit his rugged cheeks. It was a sensation he was used to. The desert winds were kisses he had loathed and yet, was as familiar as a lover’s embrace. Every night rolled on the same. The odd trader with their beast of burden mewling in the dark. The rank smell of cow excrement tainted the seemingly desolate air. Scrub brush swayed lazily.

A few people walked up, stood in front of the casket and viewed Mrs. Jenkins with disdain. “The crazy old bitch,” one of the men shouted from the back of the room before rushing out the door.

The mayor looked her up and down with a look of disgust, “A woman? No, I want the

The car idled at the beginning of the gravel road leading to her mother’s family home. This property had passed from one heir to another for over a century and

He shoved the note in his pocket and nodded. He cast his eyes to the ground. only allowing himself to look at her out of the corner of his eye.

Lillian face turned serious again. " I thought you weren't hungry, I knew you never liked my cooking."

I was able to go to Mexico last spring break to go build houses for some misfortunate people. While I was there I got to build relationships, play with kids, and also experience a reality check for how good I have it back at home.

Her arms shaking underneath the pressure of her shoulders. The shaking seemed to be getting more violent, ricocheting throughout her entire body. She did not halt. She walked to the building's entrance.