Narrative Essay On A Fall Day

Playing in the snow during the winter is most kids favorite thing about winter other than getting toys during the holidays. I know as a kid I enjoyed it and I know the dangers of it but they never crossed my mind as I was having fun. For most nothing ever happens to them wasn't one of those kids. As a kid every winter Zack and I would always play in the snow at my Mom’s, Dad’s, Nan’s, or anywhere else.

Our two houses survived for the most part, but being there after the destruction, hit me in a way I never thought about before. I felt in my heart that I was getting a glimpse into what an adopted child feels all through their transition.

My mother sat down with my sister and I, and told us that ultimately, the four of us would have to move because we were being forced to sell our home. I accepted this decision, not comprehending fully how far away I would actually be. I could not grasp the idea that I would be leaving the people I was with since I could walk. Everything I went through and everything I did was with them. All the memories we made on the street would slowly fade, but be kept forever. Moving day, I knew deep down that I had to be strong throughout this new development in my life. I was moving to a place where I didn’t know anyone, where I did not know what school I would be going to, or if I would have neighbors just like the ones in Southington. I climbed into my father's truck, not knowing what would happen from then on. I was surrounded by my all neighborhood friends, all in tears. I remember feeling fearless, ready to take on anything life would throw at me. As one of my close friends walked up to the truck with tears in her eyes, I looked at her with reassurance that everything would be

     The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my

We were living at my uncle’s house in California. I shared a bedroom with 3 other kids including my brother. I didn’t mind sharing a room because it was always better than my house in Mexico where I didn’t even have a bedroom! My father at the time was working for Construction Company and my mother stayed at the house. My parents had been saving every penny they could so that we were able to buy a house for ourselves. My father has always been a hardworking man. I just love how he is a very optimistic and motivational person. Every time he came home he would always be in such a positive and energetic mood no matter what the circumstances were. Life was good at the moment, until I had started my first year of school

It all started on a warm sunny day, my dad had just arrived from Michigan. He came into the house gave my siblings, my mother and me a hug and told us the big news. “We are moving to Michigan” he said. He said it so calmly as if expecting my siblings, my mother and myself to react in a good way. Immediately I started to panic, I didn’t want to leave the place I grew up in. I was only eleven years old, I didn’t know how the people in Michigan would be. Finally I spoke “ I don’t want to move dad, I love it here!” which he responded with “I’m sorry but we are going to move because we can’t afford to live here anymore” He said this so emotionless as if not knowing how this could affect me. I hardly got any sleep that night for the fact that my parents were arguing for what felt like all night, but in reality was just an hour.

In 2014, after my grandmother was diagnosed with terminal cancer, my mother and father decided to leave Oklahoma and move in to her Lexington, Tennessee home with her during her last few months. After endless weeks of packing and taping boxes shut, my family piled into our Ford Expedition and made the nine hour trek to an unfamiliar state and an almost nonexistent city.

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Going into the fall 2014 semester, my family was not in a good place financially, and I was not mentally. Our income had been reduced, meaning I had to step up to help my family. This caused my already weakened mental state to become even more strained and took a toll on me physically. I was not able to concentrate on anything at school, work, and home, it was almost in a blur. When I resigned from the fall 2014 semester, I knew it was something that was needed to make sure I stayed healthy, mentally and physically. Two years went by and I found myself in a better place. Going into the fall 2016 semester, I found the perfect balance between studying, work, and home life. In the end I exceeded all the expectations I had set for myself in every

It was soon the end of August which meant school was right around the corner. I wasn’t too excited, but I was a little anxious to see what God had in store for me. We hopped in the car, and were on the way. I walked into my new school, Country Day, and acknowledged the wind carried the sound of the chitter-chatter of my fellow classmates, lockers slamming as hard as nails and the howling of the spider-monkey. The halls were outdoor and you could see the never ending mountains and feel the gentle breeze swaying back and forth. I enjoyed the first day and couldn’t wait to go back for more. Throughout the day, I met someone special, someone who would soon to be my best friend, partner in crime, my other half, Sibley. She helped me see the good in situations and inspired me to be outgoing and carefree. Our families became best friends and went on adventure after adventure together. The year

The day was cold and rainy, and usually, days like these entails bad news. My dad came home with a grim look on his face and he said, “I lost my job”. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. The words struck me like a bullet and I immediately ran upstairs and cried. It was the year 2008, the time where the economic recession was occurring. Countless of people lost their jobs. At the time, my family and I were living in West Chicago, Illinois and I was very upset because I knew that my life was about to be turned upside down. We never imagined the economic decline would affect us, maybe we were in denial, maybe we should have expected the worst but nevertheless, it was shocking. Since after my dad got laid off from his job, we had no

In the end, when bill after bill started coming in the mail we had decided to move to a small apartment building on the other side of town. My kids would have to leave their school and their friends and I would have to leave the home that I had come to love over the years. I knew that it would be a huge sacrifice, but there were better opportunities out there for us. Because the apartment was very small, we weren’t able to take all of our belongings. Some of them we kept and some of them we

It was a normal winter morning. I woke up freezing my butt off. The night before we

Learning that everyone’s time is precious and we should live every moment alongside the people we love the most, because we’ll never be too sure when they’re going to leave us. Till this day it still doesn’t feel real, I keep telling myself that one day she’ll be back and everything will be ok. She was the heart and soul of our family where we all would gather at Thanksgiving time or just on a regular day. Her home was always full of joy and excitement but now it’s full of loneliness and darkness. She is gone now, to a new home, a home called

Misty dew covers the entire surface of the field. The yellowing corn stalks stand erect and proud until my grandpas tractor comes to end their growth. Autumn slowly weaves its way in and leaves a stain of brilliant color in its wake. Not everyone enjoys such colors, but when you take a second to step outside your doorstep, and look at all the wonders that surround you, you’d be surprised at how marvelous the world can truly be. To me, Autumn is a time for relishing in the colors. Soaking in the oranges and reds while sitting by a warm fire. It’s a time for remembering that everything does end, but it does not have to end in the dreadful way we think it will. Autumn is a time for the closeness of others to keep out the chill of the morning and the starry-eyed darkness of the night.