Personal Experience : A Personal Story : My Story

My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.

“This definitely hurt my grades because I was so stressed that I stopped doing my work.”

“I don’t want to fail, but I don’t want you to have to lose me like you lost Demaris.” We threw away the glass and sat down at the table.

"That's different. You're just a student. You're not going to get into trouble for asking a teacher about a bad grade.You know what, I'm going to prove it. You're going to talk to your English teacher yourself. When you get home, you're going to tell me what she said. Who's your English teacher, anyway?"

I just pulled in the drive way from a long weekend vacation. I unlock the trunk and find that my bags are not in there. Did I leave them at my hotel or the airport I thought to myself. Well I guess I'm heading back to the airport and see if they're there. I jumped into my small blue car and drove off. What I didn't notice whenever I left was my side door to my house was slightly open. I guess I'll deal with that when I get back home. I drove for at least an hour when I felt something shake underneath my car. I couldn't stop, I was in the middle of the highway at this point. I decided to keep going, I was almost to the airport. About 15 minutes later I arrived at the airport terrified what was underneath my car.

“Ok, mom said that I can go out for thirty more minutes if I take you with me to the meadow, so you’re coming. You don’t have a choice and I am determined to get to the other side of that river.” I explained in a softer

Hey, it's me as usual. You’re never going to read this but I just need to get some things that have been on my mind out. Lately I find myself listening to X‘s album 17, and it makes me think about so much stuff that I had put aside and hidden somewhere in my head during the beginning of summer. some which I can't even fathom the words to explain. what makes letting go of things so hard is that I promised myself that I would never abandon anyone or let go of the things I care the most about. I never wanted to turn out like my birth mom, I didn't want to be able to forget about someone as easily as she forget about me or even when she forgot about me in the hospital the day I was born to go buy drugs because she cared about that more than her own child. I've always promised myself that I will be the person she was never able to be, that's what makes it impossible to just leave when someone just gives up on me. I've figured out why I'm the way I am, everyone says I have bad taste in guys but they couldn't be more wrong. I've never admitted liking someone till

“No I did not,” Lorenna replied, looking at Mary, wondering if she knew that she has skipped two of her lessons. Mary quickly shook her head.

As a whole, I think my memoir is very truthful. Even though it happened almost a decade ago, I remember it very well because it was a turning point in my life. Everything as I knew it was going to change in an instant; my parents are separated, I’d only see my dad every other week, I’d have two of everything (birthdays, Christmas, etc), and other mental and emotional changes. From beginning to end, my memory is spot-on with this scenario. I wouldn’t have any reason to change it or believe it differently. It made me who I am today. I wouldn’t say I was exaggerating either. I definitely took this better than my brothers did and I have the strongest relationship with my father between my brothers and I. I wrote in first person because I feel like writing in third person doesn’t have the

On 09/15/2016, I, Chad Agnew, was working as a patrol officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approxiametely 1412 hours I was in a meeting with Cpt. Herl in his office when I heard Officer Faison ask for another officer to his location on the radio. I got up and left Cpt. Herl's office and started running out to a patrol vehicle. I ran to vehicle 11 and got in the driver side. Officer Albert got in the front passenger side. I drove us to the physical plant where I saw Officer Faison talking to an elderly male outside of a vehicle. I exited the patrol vehicle and activated the dashcam. The male that Faison was speaking with was later identified as John Smarsh. He was very antimated and upset that he was involved in an accident. I noticed Sgt. Moyer and Officer Tener were backing up Officer Faison and it seemed to upset Smarsh more that so

I found out that I had deep buried emotions. I didn’t know they were so deep before. I thought I was healed from my experiences but I have come to the realization that I was not healed emotionally. I also found out that I had a plot inside me and stories to tell from that plot.

"But there is still 35 minutes left in class, are you sure you don't want to go over

“I can’t do it, I can’t force myself to study for this exam. What if it’s because I don’t really want to do this? Maybe that’s why I’m not motivated enough.”

My most significant experience in my life is unforgettable. I was there with my sisters, my mom, and my dad. It was the most horrifying event that I have ever witnessed. The daunting image in my head is still clear as day, as though it happened yesterday. This event did not affect only me, but also my family. The story that I am about to tell you may change the way you see things and it may not. All I can say is, it