Personal Narrative

“I didn’t want to come home half dead, that would upset you more, so I asked to stay in a hospital until I could leave,” he said.

He laughs. “I don’t expect you too, but I am thankful you did. How are you feeling?”

“Yes, I suppose so. I am sorry for having told you this. I hope you won’t hold it against me. I only wanted to help.”

“What time are you coming pick me up today mom?” “I’m sorry honey, I cannot make it today because we can’t afford it this weekend.” This was a normal conversation between my mother and I on the weekends I was scheduled to spend with her.

The atmosphere is gray and white. When we do get snow, the woods look so pure and majestic that you would think that you were dreaming. The blanket of white in the trees and on the grass brings me vivid memories. The winter of 2009 was the year a snow storm pelted our humble town. Twelve inches of snow covered every object in the path of the merciless storm. One of my best friends, Chandler, and I went snow sledding in the midst of the woods. The laughter and joy I experienced that winter will carry with me as long as I live. The cold blushed my cheeks and turned my face a bright red. I closed my eyes and pushed off from the top of the hill. The sled accelerated down the winter wonderland. The sled eventually came to a halt. My family and friends were laughing as I crashed into a bush down below the next time I went. After picking myself up, I was laughing hysterically. We each took turns on the natural roller

In mid March much of the northeast was hit with a large snow storm named stella. fortunate enough for me being an avid snowmobile rider i was almost right in the middle of the storm receiving the greatest amount of snow. It started off like any other snow day, my brother and I got up early in the morning and shoveled snow and plowed it all day making sure we kept the amount of snow on our driveway less than eight inches. Once the storm finally ended my brother and I got out our snowmobiles and road with a couple of our friends all over. We rode all the way from Mount Pocono to Stroudsburg since we were under a state of emergency. My family friends and I all had our share of fun with this but we realized that we wanted to go to the snowmobile

“Uh, woah. You look tired. You okay?” Addison asked. I decided to not say anything about my dreams because I have worked too hard for this.

“What do you mean, ‘What are you doing here?’ What are YOU doing here?” she frustratingly responded.

“So, what was that about?" She asks. "Not that I mind having the air knocked out of me every once in a while. But did you really have to do that this early in the morning? I haven’t even had breakfast yet,” she says, giggling.

My ¨Adventurous¨ Snow Day was not to special at all to be honest. I woke up for school and got an email saying that I had no school that day and so I decided to go right back to sleep until about 11 o'clock. I woke up and did my daily routine and came downstairs for some breakfast and afterwards I went back to my room and played Fortnight for the next 2 and a half hours (I have no life). I put on my winter jacket and went out and walked over to my aunt's house. I stayed there for about 2 hours and then decided to start walking back when the snow got a little heavier and I stopped to get some food on the way home. When I got home I decided to lay down for a bit because I was a little tired and then I kid you not, 2 seconds later my mom

“I’m sorry,” I almost lie. Almost. But I had promised myself I wouldn’t lie to him. And now, with my conviction heavy between us, I have no desire to lie.

“Yes, again. I’m tired,” Catherine whined, trying to feign a pout but smiling, “and I’m not nearly as in shape as you.”

That first day at my father’s house, we talked, ate lunch, then made a small pot of decaf and talked some more as we snacked on a box of Fig Newtons. The only interruption came when I needed to make some phone calls; one to Krista to say that everything was going okay and to see how she and the kids were doing; the other to check for messages at work. There were several. The most important message was from my sales manager’s secretary, a reminder that during the Caribbean Adventure contest, the number of face-to-face customer visits and written sales proposals was being increased by ten percent for everyone in the sales department. Also, each customer visit was to be substantiated in the daily call reports that we were required to submit.

“Anna knows, I already told her.” My mom mumbled, she knew she should have told us first, I could see it on her face.

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.