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Personal Narrative: 101 Dalmatian Dog

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Dear Magna, Utah, how much your basement frightened me. This was the first, and last, house my parents owned together. I have so many fond memories living in this house. During this time, my family raised Dalmatian dogs. The movie 101 Dalmatians also came out, so our pure-bread puppies were very popular. My dog, the male, I named Patch. I picked him out of the litter when he was a puppy, and raised him for years. Patch was the first dog who ever bit me. It was completely my fault, and I remember my dad beating the dog. My dad had cooked a huge bone, and had given it to the dog. As he was eating the flesh off the bone, I had walked over and tried to pet his head. The dog misinterpreted my movements, thought I was going to take the bone, and …show more content…

Downstairs on the right was my mother’s sowing room, and the families rotating food storage. Mormons are asked by the church to maintain two years of food for each family member inside the home. They offer canning lessons from the church on how to preserve food. My mother has, and still does, make the best fruit preserves. On the left was our playroom, we would only play in here if my mother was down here with us. The playroom was rarely used, my sister and I preferred upstairs in our rooms, or in the living room, but mostly outside. In the very back of the downstairs hallway was my father’s bedroom; downstairs is where he lived. He had his own bathroom, and unless it was dinner time, or he was returning from or going to work, we didn’t see him. He slept during the day and worked at night. I vividly remember running as fast as I could up those stairs. Nothing was chasing me. There was just a very bad energy downstairs, and being a child, I avoided it as much as possible. My parents divorced, and as a requirement for the divorce, my father required my mother to sell the house, leaving my mother and her two children essentially homeless, so we moved in with my grandmother in …show more content…

One mid-December night in Utah. During one of the worst snow storm that I can remember. I was thirteen, not much help to my mother who was 8 months pregnant with my little brother. I remember being astonished, at the efficiently the Mormon Church had, in rounded up so many members who owned trucks. My mom didn’t have to rent one. The men moved our entire home during that blizzard with no complaints in one trip. They even brought the heavy furniture up the stairs, both flights. Up went my mom’s waterbed, her dresser, the entertainment center, and I helped by moving boxes. My bedroom was finished downstairs for me. We added a wall, and a closet downstairs to partition my bedroom from the laundry room. The best part was that my bedroom did not have a window. My bedroom downstairs, wan an entire floor removed from my mother’s bedroom up on the third floor, which made it easy for me to quietly walk out the back door as I pleased. I purchased my first car, had my first real girlfriend, and got arrested for the first time from this house. It was a huge fight for me to finish high school, and had I not ended up getting into trouble, I might not have graduated. There is always a silver lining to the tragedy in my life. My mom had finally had enough of me, and honestly, I don’t blame her. She sent me on my way. It was time to learn who I was, and how I wanted to make my life turn

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