Personal Narrative

People everywhere go through a lot of different experiences in their lives. These experiences could vary in importance, but all such experiences take a part in shaping a person. In my life I have gone through many experiences which shaped me in certain ways: some good, some bad. The experience I wish to reflect upon is one which taught me a good lesson. This experience which I would like to reflect on, taught me patience and gave me a lesson which I was able to learn from.

It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction

I will start this off with an introduction. I am Kelly Rose Keschner, an incoming sophomore in Highschool. I would say I get pretty good grades and try so hard in school to prove to myself and my peers that I am a very good student despite what has happened to me.

I wanted it to be purple,with a basket in the front, and be able to go really fast so anytime I race with friend I will win everytime. All of these thoughts were running through my mind and then there it was, the big Kmart sign as we entered the parking lot. At the time I have never been to Kmart, and it was so big and enormous inside . Thinking about it now, it really isn't as big now as it was when I a child. We walked all the way to back were the bikes were stored. There were all different kinds of bikes, small ones, big ones in all different types of colors. My dad took me to the area with bikes more my size. I looked for hours and hours

I wake up at 5:30, five days a week, and each time I try to cram in five extra minutes, I end up having a late start to my day.

Roy was invited to a party because he was symphony pianist. Roy attended a ceremony and was returning from the bathroom. He stopped by the giant cannon and began to light a cigar. Suddenly he heard a pop. So loud, so strong. He heard everything as he collapsed, and instantly after the world went quiet. Time felt lost and Roy felt abandoned.

The scooter was special to me. The scooter was a pristine, Razor brand, trick model scooter that I was gifted on my eighth birthday. My mother and father had brought me to the toy store

My pursuit of Kelly began almost a year before we met. I was at one of my best friends Ryan's house and I noticed Kelly's picture was on their wall. Immediately I asked Ryan's girfirend, Rugila aka Roo, every question she would tolerate to answer.

It was a cold autumn morning when I heard the news coming from my alarm clock radio. Two people had won the lottery winnings from yesterday's drawing. They get to split a great prize, both people got to take home over 3 million dollars. I have been playing the lottery for about ten years now, I have only won three or four thousand, hoping to hit it big. For eight years I have been cleaning and cooking in a half kitchen with dinette. The small apartment had that smell as if something had been wet and moldy. I have had to listen through paper thin walls of, shouting, fighting, and the occasional grunts from some dirty old man upstairs. The constant running trains echo inside the entire apartment building. The living room was just big enough for

Elizabeth is sitting in the living room on the couch in her pajamas. The lights are dim and low and papers are scattered around her. The home is silent except for her fingers tapping away at the keyboard and the occasional shuffling of paper work. A notification sound comes from the computer. Elizabeth leans in and stares at the screen with her eyebrows crumpled as she reads. She leans back and her face becomes blank as she stares off into the distance. She closes the laptop, stands up and goes into the bedroom. As she approaches the bedroom door she reaches up to the top of the doorframe, grabs and object and puts it into the pocket of her pajama pants. Elizabeth enters the bedroom, climbs onto the bed, brings her knees to her chest, wraps

I was an only an 11 year old child with only my dad to raise me up, my mother had passed away from a heart attack when I was only five years old. My dad was a boxer that would always come home beaten up. I would have to patch him up every time that he would lose a fight and come home with cuts and bruises on his head.

Throughout younger years I marveled at my older brothers more than anyone, always admiring their courageous confidence and not to mention, sense of adventure. Yet, I found myself envious of the countless obstacles they had overcome that I had not, especially when it came to riding our bikes. Being the youngest didn’t help any either, I was constantly competing with them and demanding to have the upper hand. For some reason, though, it seemed impossible.

When I was about seventeen years old my grandparents gave me their car. I was so excited to have my own car. It was far from a new car. It was about ten years old. It was a good running car and reliable.

The bike was blue because it was the color of my favorite ranger. It had a little pouch on the front and the coolest looking set of handlebars I had ever seen. One side looked like the throttle on a motorcycle and the other was plain but have a nifty looking white brake handle on it. The whole thing itself kind of looked like a dirt bike. As a was examining it I heard someone close the back door.”Do you like it ?”, my dad asked looking down at me with a smile. “Of course!”, I said still looking at the bike in amazement. My parents always did surprising things like this when I was growing up. The only clue I gave them that hinted that I wanted a bike was when I had been looking at a couple of bikes a few months prior. “Can I ride it ?”, I asked looking up at my dad. “You sure can!”, he said looking at me with an even bigger smile on his face. And so I rode my bike for the rest of the day having a blast. And I have to say I thought I looked pretty cool riding my new bike with my Justice League t-shirt, jean shorts, and light up

Summer vacation without a bicycle made my life less enjoyable. During this time, my friends would assemble to ride around the neighbourhood with their bicycles as a happy lot. Since I did not own a bicycle, I would wait patiently for my friend Vinay to be tired. Once he is tired, he would