Personal Narrative

My most memorable moment of my life so far was the death of my grandfather about 4 years ago. My Grandfather was 78 and was my number one supporter of all my decisions. He did not care what I did, as long as i was happy with what i chose to do. Every time i walked into his house he would say (Whats up merdal). To this day I still don’t know what that means or why he gave it me, I just thought it was cool.

In the beginning of third grade was so exciting because I will get to see my friends. But when I got home my parents told me and my brother that we are moving. I was really excited at first because it was my first time moving.

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

It took my breath away. We were on a cliff edge made of sharp, black lava rock. The hotel lobby looked out onto the ocean. I cherished this moment. The waves were calming and water looked as if it was dancing beneath the sunlight. It was a rich, blue in some spots and in others a bright, aquamarine, light green. Streaks of purple and turquoise speckled on the surface on the water. I hadn’t seen anything like it before. The shimmering, creamy, white sand gleamed in the sun’s heat. As the blue waves crashed against the black lava rock, the water sprang into the air shooting a light mist in the sky. The Grand Bliss truly is a beautiful destination. Waiting for our hotel room to be ready my family and I walked down to the beach to a little seating place called Mandy’s. I loved the feeling of the warm sand squishing under my feet it made my calf muscles clench to keep myself balanced. I stopped walking just before the tide touched my toes. I craved the water touching my skin so, at that exact moment so I tore off my tank top that I was wearing on top of my bathing suit and just stood there taking it all in, the sun on my bare tanned shoulders, the warm, comfortable sand beneath my feet, and the insane need to jump into the salty

I could feel the nice breeze hitting my face as I looked at all of the islands around us. When I felt better, I went back below and saw that the scuba divers had just jumped in and were trying to find some sea creatures, soon, they brought up a sea urchin and brought it up to the window so that everyone could see and inspect it. They did the same with a few more interesting animals like a starfish. I got seasick again so I had to go back up on top of the boat until the end of the ride. I loved the boat ride, but it felt amazing, but also weird to be back on the land. “Ugh”, I groaned. My legs were so sore and I too warm and hungry. My dad wanted to eat, too. We went to eat at the restaurant that was painted light blue with a painted sign and

I grab the handle on the door frame, and pull my five foot self up into the driver's seat. Leaving the door open, I turn the key in the ignition. Doesn't start. "Try again." Daryl hooks his hand around the top of the door. I nod and twist the key forward again. This time it clicks for a few seconds, then starts right up. The purring of the engine enlightened the mood a bit. Tara jogs over to Rick. "The van works." "We have our transportation." Rick nods before signaling the rest over. "Want to get out of the city before dark, we'll find a spot in the woods to settle for the night and go from there." I made sure I was in the same car as Daryl, even if it meant not being in the same as Carl, but I need to comfort one of the biggest father figures

It was the final night of the camping trip. My family had come to the woods, and having spent two days toughing it out in a tent, we decided to treat ourselves and stay in a cabin. The day was well spent and included fishing, roasting marshmallows, and playing games with my mom, dad, and little sister, Payton. Understandably, all four of us were exhausted. Things started to go wrong when I entered the cabin bedroom.

We ran into the ocean and sat in the kayak. We had gone pretty far out into the ocean. I could smell the slimy seaweed. The coolness of the ocean water up against my face felt relaxing. I was in my happy place. The sun was shimmering down on us, making the ocean shine, like a sea full of diamonds.

Ever since I was a small kid, I’ve had problems sleeping . Not that I was scared of sleeping or anything. It was something that I try my hardest to forget. I was about about seven or eight when this all started. It was our first night in our new house and I passed out on my mother’s lap. She signaled my father to pick me up and take me to my room. My new room, small and offers little light, always sent an odd chill up my spine when I would enter it,

I felt the sun scorching my neck as I paddled away from the beach. The sky was bluer than blue topaz, the ocean was warm and wet. The aromatic ocean air drifted to my nose. I noticed that I seemed to be slower than dad and our instructor. Instantly, I started to paddle faster. I looked at the ocean, its majestic beauty that seemed to be hidden until I experienced the ocean for myself.

The air was cold and windy. The beach was black, with small glossy pebbles, and shells. The shells on the beach where beautiful, shiny, and large bigger than my head. The water was gray with rocks that were big enough to climb on. The rocks held puddles of water with ocean life living in them. Small crabs where running over my feet as I sat on the rocks looking at the wave splash against it. A small trail going off of the beach, going to a

It was a cool breezy day at Waikiki Beach on a Saturday afternoon. The sky was painted blue filled with clouds and the sun shining through. As I walked onto the sand I can feel my bare feet get burned by the heat of the sun. I jog to find a spot on the beach where no one else is around. Once I find my spot I slip into my wetsuit and my body gets sucked into it as I zip it up. Then I pull my long, tangled hair into a ponytail to get it out of my face as the wind blows it.

After washing my plate I got dressed in my swimming trunks. The trunks I wore were a vibrant orange with a blue and white flower pattern on the thigh. I rushed to the my grandpa’s blue Ford F10 truck, hopped in, and buckled myself up in anticipation of going to the beach. After a forty minute drive, we finally arrived at the beach. Once I step out of the truck I feel the rays of the sun sinking deep into every pore of my body. The sand feels warm and slides smoothly underneath my feet as I dart towards the water. The view was amazing; the ocean water was gleaming a refreshing crystal blue, the sand shimmered a royal yellow, and the seagulls soared across the sky like coordinated fighter jets.

3-D appearance, like cotton balls strategically placed. The sand was wet and warm under my feet. It was squishing between my toes, but the sand was not too hot to walk on. The water was not the blue I had expected, the color was some kind of off green color, but it was still beautiful. The waves were crashing in creating white caps after white caps. The tide rolling in was loud. It wasn’t overwhelming, just enough you could close your eyes and drown out the world if you so desired. The day was warm with a bright sun shining down on us. There was just enough of a breeze to help the day not feel hot. My daughter said she remembers the water smelling clean, like an ocean mist scented candle. I do not remember a particular smell. I do remember it didn’t smell like fish. We played in the water for hours. I got to much water in my mouth, which was very salty. It was like I took a salt shaker and emptied it into my mouth. This was my picture-perfect moment I had been waiting for. This moment was not planned. On a whim, we traveled to this spot in Perdido Key, Florida.

I sat in the ivory colored sand by the beach. I felt my toes sink and wiggle in the wet sand. The crystal blue water washed over my toes. It was a beautiful sunny day with a gentle breeze. Waves were crashing on the rocks, and the sun made the ocean glitter as if someone poured a bucket of sparkles into the water. You could hear the distant calls of seagulls every now and then. Obsidian colored cliffs were so high that they looked as if they were going to touch the pale blue sky. I felt something brush up against my ankles as a small tide came in. I looked down to see what the ocean brought to me. It was a green glass bottle and inside was some paper rolled up neatly.