Go Back-Personal Narrative

Just as I arrived in the line the previous riders were leaving. Before I knew it, the gate had opened and we were getting onto the ride. It felt like an out of body experience. Perhaps that was just my sanity watching in awe from afar. I left my shoes next to my bag inside the gate. I had to stand on my quivering tip toes to get in the seat. With my heart beating out of my chest, the carnival worker buckled us in. Then the operator moved us up about ten feet. I wanted to shout down at them to lower us back down so I could get back to the earth. Adrenaline rushed, palms sweaty, my breath came out in quiet, rapid gasps. I had just opened my mouth to speak, but the worker beat me to

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

I had only two groups ahead of me and then it was my turn to take the lift. As the others ahead got on, I examined the way they mounted the seat. As each seat took off, they would walk up behind it as another seat, without stopping, would scoop them up from behind. Now it was my turn. When the group ahead of me got carried away, I moved up quickly so the seat coming from behind me wouldn’t knock me down. As I watched the seat draw near I noticed there were no seatbelts! How stupid of me. Of course there wouldn’t be seatbelts. Once you finally get to the top, you have to get off quickly otherwise you’ll miss your chance and the lift will take you back down. It was too late now, the seat was right behind me. As it grabbed me from behind, I could feel my board and legs begin to drag across the floor. When I lost contact with the earth, I clung to the side railing as tightly as I could. Every second that passed took me higher and higher. The cable suspending my seat bounced up and down as more passengers were added to the weight of the lift. I looked down and realized I was already about twenty feet in the air. The gravity pulling down on the snowboard attached to my foot felt as if a demon, whose name was Acrophobia, was dragging me down to the depths of

One of two. That's how I feel everyday of my life. I'm a twin and that means I will never be complete without my other half. When I was younger, I learned that having a twin does not keep me from things. It's getting to have a person in my life that I don't need to hide from, other than in hide and seek. When I was little, my brother probably hated me as much as I hated him. But we were together all the time. We went to school together, we were in the same class almost all the time. Sometimes, we had the same friends even. We shared birthday parties, cakes, presents, money. Basically the same things we still share now. But between us, we shared secrets. Little things that we thought were so cool. When my grandma gave us money, we split it and made sure not to tell our parents. I went and bought

In my life there are a couple of things I wish I could get back. The first is my best friend Erik he moved to a different state after 4th grade and I never saw him after he didn’t even tell me he was moving. I talked to him the day before summer vacation then never seen or talked to him again. Another thing I wish I could get back is my friend that lived down the street, every single day we would go outside with some other kids and then play anything we wanted. We played basketball, baseball, tag, hide and go seek, really anything.

The two boys walked over the weird kids’ table, where the special needs kids sat. The boys made sure that Johnny’s assistant was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, ugly, what’s up? Are you going to eat like a baby?” RePeat cooned. Johnny started to cry, and everyone in the room heard him. At that point, I decided to return to the blue, vanilla crème brulee smelling table.

We continued to ski still having faith to find the long lost souls and after about ten minutes we happened to run into them at the top of the hill! Everyone was overjoyed and relieved to have found each other. We all concurred to go down a green circle for the benefit of our intermediate friends and started carving down the hill and it was then and there where I saw the opportunity. About twenty feet away was where I had to make a decision that may change my life forever and in fact I chose the one where I would have the most fun. As I entered the little woods, I realized from the beginning that I probably couldn’t stop in time and that thought was right. I carved my way through the winding path and reached the end where I see a plummeting drop. What felt happened in a few minutes all happened in a matter of seconds and I was down cold with a hope there was a chance to get up again. As I lay there in between Vesterdahl and Lillebakken, I try to decipher my surroundings in how on earth that had just happened. A slowly bring my head to a stable position so I could see if someone was coming to help. It was then when I saw her standing twenty feet in front of me shuffling her little red skis to come near me. She had managed to be be the only one who had seen me

I wish I could tell you all of this in person but I know if I try I’ll probably get very nervous and forget some small details that I would really like to tell you, and those are probably the most important to me. I saw you for the first time on February 23 at the valentines party, and that was such a fortunate thing to go to because I was able to get free food, have a good time, see old friends I haven’t seen since last semester, but most importantly I was able to see you. I didn’t know who you were at the time, but I knew you were like a very sweet, funny, caring, smart, and very beautiful just from your appearance. I first noticed you when you sat across from me when we were playing charades, and that’s when I knew that I wanted to get to

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.

When the waitresses started rushing in and out of the cockpit I knew that could only mean one of two things. The plain is crash landing, or the plain is crashing. I turned to the person next to me, and told them I might see them up there. She looked like a tiger was standing right behind, I guess that’s the kind of fear crashing can invoke in people. What worried me most was the fact we were closing in on a bridge of some sort. If we were all going to die in a fiery death, the least reality could do was contain itself to us. The plane started descending quickly, then started violently dropping from the sky. The only sound I heard before the crash was my wife’s voice saying behind me saying, “It was fun”. I woke up to the sounds of screaming, fire, and the numbing in my body. My body was close to going into shock. I quickly swam to the voices, which were on top of what looked like one of the wings. Trying my best not to panic, once I was dry I noticed there was still a lady in the water. I thought about it, but my body just reacted. The next thing I knew I was in freezing water again, dragging a hefty woman through what felt like quicksand. Out of the fifty people who began this adventure, only six (including me) remain. Beginning to think all our time is up, I saw a glimpse of hope fall from the sky. It was right in front of me, but for some reason I couldn’t take it. The rope instead

In August of 2008 my family and I moved to Princeton, New Jersey from Redford, Michigan. My father took a job in New York. It was quite the adventure, as I had lived my entire life in the same city, same house just a mile south of my paternal grandparents. When I got the news from my parents that I was moving yet again, I didn’t know exactly how to feel, I had bonded with a great group of friends and now was informed we were moving back to Michigan. The silver lining in this was, we were moving to our family farm. The family farm my sisters and I grew up visiting on summer vacations. I was told I was going to be able to get my own horse since I loved to ride. I was very excited to make that reality true for myself but I was not happy to be moving and leaving all the friends I had finally made. I dreaded having to start all over again.

I have a hard time recalling my early writing instruction, but what I do recall was not pleasant. I struggled with words, writing and reading for much of education so writing was not my favorite thing to do. However, I do recall the need for perfection that was so frustrating, as it was a struggle just to produce the imperfect stuff. We did minimal work with the five-step process, prewriting, writing, revise, edit, and publish, until I was in high school. Currently, this is something that is being introduced at a much lower grade and in different ways to engage students. Also, certain aspects of writing, such as spelling, are not required to have perfection

As i sat in the back of the cop car while we went to get Roberto i was panicked how could i escape theres no way i can go back to Mexico. i stayed quiet and thought on how i could get out of this cop car i kept thinking till we picked up Roberto. nothing could spark my mind when we picked up Roberto we planned and planned till i turned my head and saw that the car door was unlocked how stupid could this cop be. we both quickly jumped out of the car not even thinking of the injuries we could get when we stopped rolling we were in the biggest pain ever but we had to start running or else the cop would get us. the cop car turned around quickly so we headed to a small forest on the side of the gravel road. we ran like we have never ran before

Gone. It’s crazy how much meaning one word has in the depths of my spiralling mind. The word reminded me of everything from my family to my best friend, Reece Sanders. Just like a breeze in the wind, he vanished. He was gone. I took in a sharp breath as I sat on the bench and took everything in. Closing my eyes, the sounds of noisy cars flooded through my ears, memories flooded in of only three years ago, my parents death and my best friend’s disappearance. I remembered how adventurous and well, happy I’d once been. Sure, I can fake happiness nowadays, but true happiness is when you’re able to find the best out of each situation, understanding the values of life regardless of everything going on. I’m not quite sure of what happened with Reece,

Its the year 1939 and WW2 has officialy began. September 1st was the day that changed the rest of my young life. September 1st is the first day of hell. September 1st is the 1st day of the rest of my life.