Mermaids-Personal Narrative

One day, my family and I traveled to Minnesota. Once we got there, we rushed straight and we turned right to the amusement park called “University of Nickelodeon” and when I walked in, my stomach dropped. My brother, Jesus and I made a deal that for every ride that I got on, he will give me ten dollars. The deal was on. I had gone on a lot of rides, particularly roller coasters. But, the scariest one was a SpongeBob one.

It was a swallowing net and I knew it was futile but I still floundered like Flounder out of the water

Well, after a bit of thought, I’ve decided to talk about a friend of mine called Do Xin, who once stood me up and let me wait him for a long time. Because his being late, we missed the new film. Finally he treated me to the spicy crayfish as compensation. I’d like to share this experience with you.

The dried meat, beans, and onions that usually hung from the ceiling had vanished. Even the kitchen table was overturned. ”(17) We experience the shock of the state of the house along with Mattie. A few days later, two burglars break into the house, attack grandfather and leave him for dead.

The hall had finally been stripped of all paintings, she noted with some frustration. Along with the rest of the paintings in the house, any object of value had gone missing. When confronted, her father had mumbled a lie about charities then waved her away. Even the good silver was gone, and most of their servants as well. All that remained was the cook, two house girls and the gardener, Pierre. He had been with them since her mother passed, and though he was well past working age, he seemed to have no desire to

I am known to be extremely clumsy. With that, it’s expected that I often end up in awkward situations. In the past I have called numerous teachers “Mom,” fallen down while walking up stairs, almost fallen off a cliff; and it can be assured there were many more instances where my embarrassing clumsiness had led me into awkward, sometimes life threatening, situations. One moment that stands out in particular takes place in every marine animal welfare activists’ “favorite” place, Sea World.

At the end of the day Reef got into Franks truck and head off to the rehab center to say goodbye to Leeza. Leeza hadn’t been the first one Reef had to say goodbye to, Alex left the home to go be with his parents, Scar off to university with the scholar ship she received after graduating high school, Reef had been proud of Scar, she was smarter than the others and proved it,

Since Disney has been known to alter stories to have cheerful endings, it’s no surprise that the little mermaid is depressing. While Disney does have creative license to alter tales to create good productions, I am troubled by the rate at which stories are changed.

Is there more than one way a person can interpret a story? The answer is yes because every person has a different view on what something they are reading might mean.A joyful person might read a story and think it was inspiring; whereas, a person who is snobby may think the story was agonizing. The difference in stories is shown in both Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid and the Disney version of his story. The three major differences are how the little mermaid portrays herself, the moral of the story, and the mood that both versions set. All these provide evidence as to how people can change a story, and how they interpret it.

First of all, from lines 14 to 22, this paragraph with the anthropomorphic approach, it describes the city filled with night fog at dusk, giving a sense of decadence. Secondly, the author used anaesthetized patients to describe the sky, and the yellow mist like a lazy cat, showing his mood of hesitation and the distance between him and others; moreover, the weather caused by industrial pollution surrounded him to make him feel oppressed.

It was hard to keep a pleasing appearance when she had so little room to work with. Adeline seethed in solitude, skillfully tying the front of a revealing dress as she paced the distance from the bed to dresser. Her neckline plunged into a deep v, forming around the protruding curves of her breasts. At her waist a golden rose pin held together the sashes of her skirt, which she wrapped around herself artfully so that two slits arose, showing a breath of smooth skin. The dress was certainly more disclosing than anything she would have worn at home, and definitely more lavish than anything she could have afforded before her bargain with the demons. She ran her hands down the soft blue fabric, wistful for what she had left

When I saw him look younger I thought this isn’t my grandpa. the first time I saw him when he looked younger I felt confused. But then I saw the ring and knew it was him and thought what happened to you grandpa? When my father suggested what I should wear I thought I’m old enough I can decide what to wear I don’t need you telling me what to wear. And I thought why does it matter you're not in charge of me anymore. Then when he compared Ellie to me when I was younger I thought she is my daughter and she isn’t boy crazy and isn’t anything like me when I was younger. I was about to say she can wear what she wants to wear I’m her mother. I discovered this jellyfish when I was studying them and this guy sent me the jellyfish. So I experimented with this jellyfish and found out that it can help with

getting my old self back. I know I am a happy and contented homebody but this time, I absolutely pulled myself away. I am sincerely sorry to my friends. My work was the only therapy and I am very grateful to my colleagues now turned good friends. It took me so long to retrieve myself and regain my control. Two long and lonely years.

Water calming to listen to, cooling to go in on a hot summers day, but what lies beneath the surface? The world has many myths from mermaids to sea monsters, but could any of these be true? In 1493 Christopher Columbus claimed he had seen a mermaid that was really a manatee or someone mistaking a giant octopus when really . Maybe I could prove that all of this is true with a story I heard a few years ago from a fisherman who learned about this while he lived in Norway. The story goes, in a small town in Norway called Larvik in 1770 a young girl had the most beautiful voice. She became vain from the beauty of her voice. One day an old woman knocked on her door. The old woman asked for some food because she had no money to buy it with. The young

Many hundred years ago in the seas across from a great kingdom, there lived a little mermaid named Camilla. She was the daughter of a great sea king and queen and she also happened to be my younger sister. While I was only four years old when she was born, I remember the day very vividly as it was a day of great rejoice but also of great sorrow for my family. On that day we gained another sister, but we also lost our mother. I will always remember my mother’s loving and rebellious spirit and am often told by my older sisters that I share many of these qualities with her. After our mother passed away, our grandmother moved into the palace to take care of my father’s needs as well as to raise all six of us. While our grandmother was very wonderful to us and helped us become the mermaids we are today, some of the values she instilled in us didn’t sit well with my sisters and I. Since grandmother raised Camilla from birth, many of grandmother’s values and opinions were very prominent in her. Grandmother often stressed vanity, meekness and subservience to all elders. Those qualities began to show up in Camilla the most as we aged. Camilla was often worried about her appearance so much that she had trouble having fun during our sisterly outings to the reef. She was often insecure and worst of all, had lost her sense of wonder and adventure.