Personal Narrative: A Day In Ohio

One day in Nebraska, Bill was riding in his brand new 1970 chevelle. He was thinking if he could bring it to a drag strip and race that would be great. So he got online to check if there were any events and there happened to be one in one day. So he got his car all cleaned up and tooned out for the race. The next day he got up and got ready for a great day. He got into his car and head off to the drag race track. Once he got there he got his car all ready for the race just to make sure. His opponent was very experienced and you could tell he has been racing for a while. So Bill got nervous but he was ready. His opponent had a very fast car that might have had even more power than his chevelle.

The cool winter air stung my face as I exited through the ski lodge door. Board in hand, I stepped onto the powdery snow. After each step I took all I heard was crunches and crackles from the snow compacting underneath my weight. I nervously made my way over to the top of the bunny hill where a tall, beat up looking man named Dave stood. He looked as if the cold weather had made him age quicker than the rest. The earnest look on his face caused me to shudder in fear. His eyes pierced through my soul as if warning me not to go through with this. I took a deep breath as I realized how

Hot summer day in southern California I was born at 1:17p.m. on August 13, 1996 in San Diego. My father was a marine and my mom was a stay at home mom like most of the wife’s of marines. I have three older sisters and one older brother and two younger brothers my older siblings are my half-sisters and brother. My two younger brothers both have a disability Carlos (Ricky) was born in Patterson, New Jersey he was immediately rushed into surgery because he has a heart condition when they had to cut him open and preform open heart surgery. My other little brother Gabriel Jr (Gabe) was diagnosed with autism when he was two or three he still has yet to talk to this day. My little brothers are a big part of my life I love them so much. If I lost one

It was a hot summer day in Arizona me and my cousin were outside playing football when his dog Jack managed to open the backyard gate and get out.When we noticed we ask everyone in the house if they had seen him everyone in the house gave us the same depressing answer we were afraid of they said no so the first thing we did was open the front gate and take off using our feet and try to catch Jack.The first place we saw jack was in between a street called E.Jefferson as soon as my cousin saw him he bolted to try to catch him but he got cut off by the passing traffic jack also bolted and ran into the alley we used the fact that jack was in the alley to our advantage we ran him into a corner and trapped him,but jack was quicker and ran right through

I slowly crept around a corner engraved by the trail of smashed snow, getting ready for the huge drop. Of course, I made my uncle go first because like always, I am a scaredy cat. He softly drifted smoothly across the surface, spraying snow all around the backs of the skis. Turning around, asking for an applause, he smiled and chuckled like the hill was a breeze. My huge feet clomped loudly on the surface of the snow. I positioned myself forward and pushed off with my poles. The rushing wind paralyzed my face as I tried to focus on my path. The bushy trees zoomed past me, giving me this rush of adrenaline. I finally came to a halting stop right next to my uncle and waited for the others to join

The day was one of many. soon to my suspense something was going to happen that I would never forget.

“Pap he hadn’t been seen for more than a year, and that was comfortable for me; I didn’t want to see him no more.”

It was a frosty day. I felt a cold breeze blowing on my face. I saw children running around in the snow wearing matching hats and gloves. I noticed the moving van maneuvering its way to my driveway. I dragged my feet through the deep snow to the moving van.

It was halloween on an icy October day. As soon as I stepped out door 5 I felt a rush of ice cold wind blow over my face, ears, nose and torso. As I forgot a thick sweatshirt, I was only equipped with a paper thin ¼ zip sweatshirt. Roaming up and down the brook I was overwhelmed by water seamlessly flowing through the underpass, autumn leaves rustling in the air, wet and dry patches of earth. I felt the icy air flow in through my nose as I took a breath and observed the water vapor come from my breath. I am frozen. Tightly, I held my my paper as if it was my iPhone over a 10 story bridge and explore the real outdoors.

You let your hair fall loose once your shift was over. It was 4:00pm and dinner was beginning at the restaurant. You pulled your long, fluffed coat on and waved your fellow waitresses off. The coldness outside made your nose turn red almost instantly. There was no snow, just bitter coldness. You shoved your hands in your pockets as you

The cup in my hand steamed, fiery heat against the embracing cold. My younger cousin laughed, his exhalation visible as the snow came down. The cold always seemed to seep in, no matter how you tried to keep it out. Pink fingers and rosy cheeks; speckles of snow across my face and in my hair. Sitting on the cold red bench as the snow leisurely came down, I watched my cousins joyful face and realized that these were the moments adults wanted you to hold onto.

I would never let anything bad happen to you,” She smiled, glancing over at me. We pulled onto the highway and I put my earphone back in. I looked back out the window, admiring how the scenery looked with all of the snow falling. It was as if we were in a snow dreamland. Everything was still and untouched, unlike how it was in my neighborhood. The snow in my neighborhood was scattered and disrupted by small children who ran around. Their sleds left tracks in my yard, ruining the wonderland. The car swerved to the right, towards the wonderland. My whole body shook as I sat up quickly. I looked at my grandma, confused as to what

The snow seemed like it will never stop. At my house, that sits upon the top of a mountain, we had over three feet of snow. It was three days before Christmas and the sun was just rising over the snow covered mountain range, the morning sky was grey with a splash of pastel pink and a warm yellow. With the smell of black coffee, I woke up in my sister’s room. The sunshine was beginning to peak into the small yellow room, my sister, Allison, was still sleeping with shallow breaths. I carefully swing my legs out of her bed, the frame made a quick, high pitch creak as I stand up. As I tiptoe towards the door, the sound of bacon hitting the hot skillet makes my stomach growl. I quietly close the bedroom door behind me.

My bed frame shook in the wind as if it were a leaf on a windy day. I roll out of bed, groaning as the coldness of the tile seeps into my warm feet interrupting my serene state of mind. “It’s absolutely freezing in here,” I stated to no one in particular while running my fingers through my thick black hair. With urgency, I rushed down the stairs of our home, causing loud thumps to echo throughout the house.

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.