Personal Narrative

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

After I got my permits my mom and dad started to let me drive the car more and take them places when they aren’t feeling like driving. When I got my license they began to send me to places alone to go get stuff for them that they needed. The first place they sent me was to Bogalusa to go meet up with my sister at her job at citi trends. I knew where and how to get to Bogalusa because I been there so many times, but the only thing I couldn’t remember sometimes is where my sister job was at. So every time I was to make it to Bogalusa I would call my mom or my sister to give me directions. The next day the whole family wanted to go out to eat somewhere at a restaurants to celebrate me for passing my driver’s license test, but the only thing about was that I had to drive the whole time and it was supposed to be a surprised for me. I had to drive all the way to Hattiesburg to some restaurant I never been to before. The food there was good and I had really enjoyed myself. That was one of the best things to happen to me in my life. All I got to say about driving is that it was the best of the best thing to ever happen to

I sat there nervous , thinking this is it I have to do this ,It's now or never . I can feel the sweat coming down my forehead ,my hands also sweaty as I gripped the steering wheel.My shot at getting my drivers license was finally here . I can feel the driving instructor watch my every move . But let's go back a couple of weeks to the one day I decided I was ready to get behind the wheel . My 15th birthday , in my culture when a girl turns 15 they are coming into adult hood and there is a big celebration called Quinceañera. I was not to happy with the celebration all I really wished for was to have my own car . My parents on the other and it being tradition they didn't really ask for my opinion . After all what teenage girl didn't want to have

A pivotal moment in my life is when I went to go take my driving test. This happened on my birthday, July 12th 2016. I had been practicing with my father and my sister for a couple months, preparing for my first step into adulthood. Up to this point, I had been driving the 2004 Jeep Grand Cherokee that my sister and I were sharing. However, the night before my test, it wouldn’t start. We had gotten this car to be our “beater” car, and because it had a hand brake in the middle, which is a requirement for taking the test. But now that the car wasn’t working, I had to use my grandma’s car, which was a car I’ve never driven before. My dad and I left early for my test so I could practice in the car I had never driven before. I was terrified, but determined to pass my first time. My sister had to take her test twice, and usually she was more successful in her endeavors, so this was my chance to prove that I could do at least one thing better than her. Luckily I passed with flying colors, according to my instructor, and to this day I tend to be a designated driver for my friends. I often run errands for my parents and I drive myself to work. This independence and responsibility has helped me grow and has been a critical point in my Big History.

That same summer, after my father got home from work a little early, he allowed me to ride the mow. Since the yard was already mowed the day before, I utilized this opportunity to practice my epic passion of becoming a NASCAR race car driver. My mother thought it was a little unusual that I aspired to the feeling of speed that is typically a dream that young boys have. Speed made me feel like I was the empress of the road and like I would arrive at my destination faster than anyone else, even though my destination lacked a beginning and end. The prior Christmas, I remember that my father purchased my sisters and I remote-controlled vehicles. Both of my sisters received a car each while I received a truck, a vehicle that can knock all other

I knew that we would have to act quickly; my dad screamed for Gabby to pull in the floats while I pulled up the anchor. I quickly ran to the bow of the boat, and began tugging at the anchor. It didn’t take long for me to realize that it was stuck in the thick clay floor of the river. My dad really began screaming at this point being that the safety of my friends was at risk, and if you know my dad you would understand how frightening that is. Finally, I got it out; after maneuvering the boat in order to release the tension on the anchor. We started treading back to retrieve my friends that were floating further away from the boat. Once we got them back on board, we thought that it might be a good idea to just head home. At the time, my dad seemed angry with us, but looking back on it now he finds himself laughing about the overall experience we had that

On Tuesday, we we drove out to a couple different gift shops to see if we really needed anything, but because it was only the second day, we didn’t end up buying anything. After that, me and my dad went out to the ocean, again. We had no idea what time it was or when we would have to go inside to get ready for a pirate dinner and show at 5pm. So after a while, we were walking back and my dad mumbled, “Let’s wait for one more good wave” and I agreed. We went back into the ocean and then we had one great wave, then they just kept coming for a couple of minutes. We laughed for that whole couple minutes. Then when it died down, we started walking back again and my dad looked behind his shoulder and pointed out another good wave. So, obviously, we went back out, again! But then we finally actually came back to the hotel. So we went to the dinner show and we got there very early, we got to our seats, we didn’t know exactly where they were but, they were in the front row. I was surprised but at the same time, I was

My parents, were tired of driving me everywhere. That’s when they took the decision of teaching me how to drive. They made me choose between my mom’s or my dad’s car. So I choose my mom’s car because it has better sound. My parents, told me the basic stuff to know when driving. For example, why should I wear a seatbelt, what are the lights used for. I was

Three more times after that, I continued to fall. This is the last time, before uncle Troy would allow me to get back on the boat and give up, I was actually excited my time was up, I'll just let my other cousins try again. This time, as the boat took off, I was happy this was the last time I was going to be doing it, not thinking I felt the pull of the boat, and my butt coming out of the water. I wasn’t even going to try, I was debating on wether or not I should just fall over to get it done with. The next thing I knew, I was out of the water. I straightened my legs and I was standing! I was water skiing! I was amazing to finally be able to do it, it took my breath away. The mist of the water coming from the back of the boat made goose bumps appear all over my body. Wow, I couldn’t beIieve was doing it. I could hear the cheering coming from the back of the boat. I told him to speed up because I felt like I need more speed to remain standing. But was soon as he did, we went over the wake of another boat sending me into the air. Remembering the instruction to let go of the rope, I released my fingers from the handle of the pull rope. I fell into the water on my side. I floated there until the boat came back around for me. Everyone was cheering for me and excited that I was finally able to do it. Uncle troy asked if I wanted to go again but I decided I had enough fun for one day. I wanted to end on a good streak and happy with myself of actually being able to stand up on water

“Ding, ding, ding” the gong rang as the challenger fell to his knees, head limped forwards, looking lifeless in front of the champion. He returned to his corner to leave when his second out of nowhere, came in and slapped him hard on the cheek as the sound resonated across the hushed stadium.

I had two individuals review my resume from the view of a merchandising and retail field. The first person that reviewed my resume was Tara Derricott. Tara Derricott is the Assistant Trade Book and Gift Buyer at the BYU-Idaho University Store. Her biggest suggestion to me was to add a “skills” section to my resume. She told me that when she helps with interviews and reads students’ resumes, she likes to see a skills section. This is because it helps her see if their personality and abilities work with the company. She also commented that she really appreciated that I kept it to one page. In order to keep it to one page I had to eliminate one of my experiences, which also fixed my experiences to be in chronological order. The last suggestion she gave to me was to change the font of my name to the font of the rest of my resume. Tara Derricott counseled that more than one font and any color on a resume is too distracting for an employer.

My first time being behind the wheel wasn’t such a good idea. It was in a parking lot by montrose and I almost ran the car into the grass where the trees were. I thought it would’ve been easy because I would always look at my dad drive. When this happened, my dad got mad and started screaming at me. I really got upset because it was my first time driving a car and he couldn’t have patience for it. Once he started screaming at me, I just got out the car and went to the back side of it. Afterwards, my dad kept teaching my brother on how to drive.

One sunny morning my dad said I have a great idea let’s go on the boat so we put the fishing poles in the truck and went on are way. We got up to the docs and me my sister and my mom were holding on to the boat,while my dad put the truck away. We could tell the water was choppy but we didn’t know why so we paid no attention, “till it happens”.

I was not allowed to drive the lawn mower yet. My big brother had not been allowed to drive the lawn mower until he was thirteen, and I had to wait until the same age to make things "fair." On one day, when we were both too young, we began to snip at the ground with scissors because we wanted so badly to cut the grass. I felt very prepared to become an excellent lawn mower driver, but I had to follow the rule. Whenever my brother would ride the mower, I would run around the yard helping by picking up sticks and toys. One day we decided to siphon the oil out and do an oil change just like the real men did.