Personal Narrative: A Humorous Essay

I wasn’t but 6 years old when i found out that life wasn’t all that it cut out to be. Yeah I had always known that nobody was perfect but never that I would feel so empty. When I was 6 years old my mother and her girlfriend filed for custody for me so they could take me away from my home. They wanted to move to Connecticut that was 6 states away from Virginia, my home, my family,my friends, and all I have known. My father put up a fight and wouldn’t let me go he didn’t want me to go and I could never thank him enough for it. When the court date was set everybody was all stressed out and I had a lawyer that came and talked to me about once every two weeks about what I wanted and how the court would work. We saw each other for about two months right up till the court date came around then my mother wouldn’t let me see her anymore because she could tell I was getting upset.

As a young boy when I was 11 or 12 I went on a horseback riding trip with my local troop, troop 494. The site at which we stayed had so much to offer for a young kid, I could ride horses, learn how to orient a map, play frisbee golf, man hunt, and much more. I decided that day that I would go horseback riding excursion, after all it isn't everyday a suburban kid like me could go and ride horses. After mounting up and going through the BSA safety course we were ready to begin our adventure in the woods. I quickly arranged my horse so that I could ride with a few buddies of mine in the troop. We started talking about how much fun we were having and Jack says “This is so much fun my nigga” I whipped my head around and explained to him how hurtful

My friends and I did a multitude of ridiculous activities together. This time, we have done something a little different, I was at my friend Derek's house along with Drew. We decided at first that it would be an fantastic idea to mess around with a mini basketball hoop, in an insufficient room, with three people. After playing what can’t even be considered a three team pick-up game, I asked, “What if we tried dunking, everyone at once?”, and they agreed.

Guess what my sister did this weekend? Last weekend was her last meet before counties. She did very well. I had so much fun watching her. There were sad moments though when the relay was lost by a split of a second, b. But I still thought it was fun since it was her last meet before winter.

“Last call, Dimaranan family,” I heard over the airport intercom as there we were, in line for burgers and completely unaware our flight would soon leave. As you can imagine, being on the opposite side of the airport to where the gate was, we all made a mad dash lugging our suitcases behind us. My brother, who was 6 years old at the time, even got left behind crying and trying to catch up to my frantic parents.This was the flight that we were taking to move to Houston and there was no way we could miss it. Eventually, we made it to our seats in the nick of time as my mom and dad breathed a sigh of relief. When I look back on this trip, I realize how important it is to remember where you came from and the journey you took to get there. I remember

I just want to start this off with saying I'm sorry for arguing and the attitude issues. Lastnight's not how I wanted to spend it. I didn't get a hug or a kiss, all I got was how did you do tonight as if money was the only thing you seemed to care about. Then you tell me to either get out of the car or go home and I said give me a minute because I was on my feet all night at work. And I didn't wanna,stand around the outside of the gas station. People always say never stop fighting for the person you want once you finally get them. And I feel like you don't want to fight for me because you have me now. You know you always tell me that you want the rayann that I was in st. Pete to come back it's hard for her to come back when the last couple of days/week we've done nothing but argue.

So there I was a fifteen year old, one ear pressed to the ice cold artificial wood of my bedroom door listening to my mother’s angry, drunken rant. “I just don’t understand why all he ever wants to do is play on his stupid little satan box upstairs. Why can’t he be like a normal boy and want to do something manly like football!!!” I sat there and continued to listen, like an assassin in night waiting to strike, to every disgusted word that erupted from my mother’s alcohol engorged mouth as she explained to my aunt over the phone how she thought of me as a pitiful disgrace. After the longest thirty minutes of my life, I had finally had enough, I kicked open my bedroom door with such force that it came off its hinges and hit the ground with a loud thud. My mother instantly turned to face me, a look of undeniable terror on her face. She knew that I heard every single poisonous word that oozed from her mouth. She knew what

worried.What if bandits attack us?I,mean we are bringing a LOT of gold.And we will have to travel a good 600 miles,bandits will probably

This piece of writing was something I had started in my journal and decided to make it into a story. It started off really well but I feel like I rushed it too much. I didn't use as much detail as I could have. I based the story off of a Jewish book that I really enjoy. I used a lot of good detail, words and imagery at the beginning but I feel like it went downhill when I needed it hurry and get it done. If I were to take my time like I did at the beginning of the story it would have been a greater outcome than what the outcome really was. This piece of writing is something I would definitely consider redoing and making it a whole lot better than it is now. I think I should have spent more time writing the paper and less time worrying about

BEEP BEEP BEEP screamed the alarm set on my phone. I rolled over and silenced it as swiftly as I could. I sat up and looked around the humid garage and sighed, and scrunched up my nose in distaste at the odor of vomit and day old pizza filled my nose. I sighed again and got up off of the thin mattress, walking to the door and picking my bag up as I left the garage, and headed to the bathroom. I sighed and looked in the mirror, pulled my hair back, brushed my teeth, and left, thinking the words over in my head on how to tell Hailey that this friendship needed to end because I did not like how it was starting to wear at me. We fought almost constantly and lately she kept trying to pressure me into doing things I really did not care to do and had told her from the start that I was okay with her doing them, but I just did not want to get involved in.

I have built strong relationships with friends, and met many new ones, that I could only have achieved by spending hours running through the woods. There is a beautiful camaraderie that only teammates can have, I have learned that if you want to go fast, go alone, and if you want to go far, go together; this mindset has made me realize that in order to achieve things you must surround yourself with a strong team that builds each other up. Furthermore, that all parts are important, no matter how small and that cheering for everyone, regardless of speed, builds morale and encourages everyone to perform better.

Everyone has their own sense of humor and children are no exception. Watching your children develop theirs can is a great privilege. Recently Luke, my two year old, asked me where my dad was. Before I got a chance to answer Paul, my seven year old, said, “Probably dancing.” My

Day thirty-five. You’re looking at Connor with the biggest smile, a hand on his arm, right after pressing a kiss to his cheek. He has to do a quick self check to make sure everything is working because he cannot think. Words fail to form, he is sure all his processors are failing, so he checks again,

“When you find that one person who connects you to the world, you become someone different. Someone better, someone whole. When that person is taken from you, what do you become then?” – John Reese

The second baton went out of control and hit Judge Amy right in the head! She did not get hurt, yet Grace dashed off the stage sobbing hysterically. Erin exclaimed, “ Let’s give her a big round of applause everyone! Alright well that’s it, the competitions over! Time to tally up the results!” The contestants anxiously lined up on stage waiting for the results. They could feel their hearts beating through there chest and there palms all sweaty. “ For the first time ever,” Erin said excitedly, “ we have a tie!” Gasps fell across the crowd. “ Why!” and “ This has never happened!” Erin announced, “ The winners are, Jessica, Grace, Lauren, Kate, and Rachel! Everyone won because everyone deserves the crown!” Everyone let out a happy cheer and they