Personal Narrative : A Personal Experience In My Life?

It truly is astonishing how much we, as teens in the 21st century, take for granted. We go through our day, as if everything we do is a given right, rather than a privilege that we have. We don’t ever stop to think about how so much, could be taken away from us in an instant.

It all started on an unseasonably hot September day. However, extended Indian summers were completely normal for Vacaville. A new person was going to meet me, which caused my social anxiety to gradually escalate. Who was this dimwit to begin with? Mom made it clear that the person I was meeting wasn’t the school counselor, or anyone that was already employed at the school. In fact, Mom assured me, she was from the school district. A school district employee? Make sure to filter that you absolutely execrate her place of work, and how you have only recently developed the habit of giving the district building the middle finger every single instance that you have driven past. I was told her name was Carmen. Not the most common name, but I

It was hot summer day in Banso, Cameroon, kids were running around, parents were washing clothes and cooking as the wind blew the dust into our eyes but we loved it and didn't care. I was playing and my mom came to up to me in the backyard and said, “you are going” and I instantly knew what she was talking about;

My life has never been this way before. Having dreams you wished will never come true. Having thoughts that can't escape your head. Having friends who tell you that’s it's meant to be. Was it meant to be?

"There was an accident, and umm... Olivia umm.. She was in the accident. She umm... didn’t make it." Jamie nervously said.

Throughout my life, I have had very many formative experiences, some good and some bad. However there are very few that stick with me today, dictating nearly everything I do. I am an avid hunter, outdoorsman, and conservationist, so one event that I can point to and say “That has had a profound impact on my life!” is the first time I went hunting. Hunting changed nearly my entire outlook on life, for the better in most cases. I feel more connected to my family, friends, nature, and most especially God.

I was four years old as I was being pushed in a stroller onto the Clovis West pool deck and I knew just about what I had come for. I had been begging my mom, ever since I saw my big sister swim, to let me swim like the big kids. I remember how confident I was standing behind that block, knowing almost as it was my destiny to be in this sport. I hear the starter tell us, " take your mark" and in that moment I knew, this is where I belong. Little did I know twelve years later I would be sitting here in my room writing how one small sport made such an impact on my life.

After we had went downstairs to eat breakfast me and my little brother Aien (aye-en) got in the shower etc, and got ready to go shopping. We leave the hotel and go to this mall, and my mother left her wallet in the room. We drove all the way back to the hotel and the wallet was nowhere to be found. The WHOLE TIME, her wallet was in her car. Anyways we get back to the mall, and it was this guy who played this instrument really well(I forgot what it was called). But Aien was fascinated, and he went and stood beside the man. The man asked Aien “do you wanna play” of course Aien said yes. He put his hand on the keys, and the man said “you press and i’ll blow.” It was really cool, so I gave him a tip. That we went into the nike store and spent more than intentioned. After that we went to a pretzel stand. I got a pretzel with pepperoni on it, and Aien got a regular one. By that time my mom was exhausted!

have led to a terrifying tragedy? It was a Sunday after-noon and I had just woken up from a nap. I heard my text tone sound go off. It was Vianna, one of my best friends asking me to go over to a friend’s house. Her and my other friend Stephanie was hanging out there, and they had plans on going to sports grill later on to watch the NBA finals. I really did not want to get out of bed, but I hadn’t done anything all day so I decided to get dressed, get in my car, and head over to where they were.

The class trip to the museum seemed boring, but it actually proved to be one of the best adventures of my life. We strolled through several floors seeing tons of majestic statues, old books, and ancient paintings. Interestingly, loads of caution tape covered the entrance to the basement floor. So putting our brilliant minds together, my friends and I slipped right through the caution tape looking for adventure.

These few days and the countless months leading up to them are the moments that made me realize if I wanted something, there was an abundance of other people who wanted it too. It also made me realize how important family is while they are present. When my club revealed that my volleyball team, Nebraska Juniors 151’s, would be going to Nationals that year I knew that this year was going to be one to remember.

“Would you stop worrying mom,” Alice exclaimed, “everyone’s wearing them, they’re completely safe, not to mention the fact that they have been scientifically tested for every scenario that you could ever imagine”

When I was in the 8th grade an interesting event happened to me that changed me. One day I was outside for lunch in the middle of May. Me and some unnamed friends would always take like three or four apples outside everyday. We would eat them most of the time then we would throw them. Sometimes at people and at targets. Yes, we were very immature. My school had a shed outside to store track equipment. There was a couple kids standing there so I threw an apple at the shed and it hit above their heads and splattered on one of them.

Anger. I was only eleven, but the sight of my one year old sister filled me with rage. Everyone had remarked on the successful prognosis ahead of her second surgery within a year. “It is going to be better”, “the previous surgeon was incompetent” and “this new doctor is an expert”. These were the words thrown around the house prior to the surgery. They were all wrong. My sister had been born with a cleft palate, and after a few months, was scheduled for surgery. The first surgery was a disaster; the surgeon made several mistakes, and compounded the original issue. In the months that followed, I watched my family break apart, and come back together as we raised money for a second surgery. Alas, the second surgery was only slightly more successful than the first. Faced with depleted financial resources, we knew that was it, and she would have to live with misshapen lips, an uneven nose, and a scar. The exhaustion of this whirlwind experience was soon followed by a deep-seated mistrust, and hatred for medical professionals. I could not understand how such callousness was possible and I wondered why doctors were held in high esteem. Every day, I cared for my sister, and every day, this rage consumed me.

I open the door to my house shaking. My palms where sweaty and my heart was pounding. I peek inside the messy house. Nobody was there. I sprinted across the room, ran up the stairs, but before I could get to my bedroom, the man pops out of know where and pushes me down the stairs. I rolled all the way to the bottom of the stairs crying. He just looked at me with the most blank stare. He looked like he hadn't slept in a week. His brown hair was in knots. I guess he left the bar earlier tonight. Then the man started to walk down the stairs just looking at me. I stood up and slowly walked backwards. Then I ran around to the back of the kitchen yelling, "Harvey! Harvey! Harvey!" Suddenly my dog bolts out of my bedroom and nocks the man down the stairs. Harvey ran on top of him, and over to me. We stood there for a couple of seconds and looked at the drunk man laying on the ground. "Love you dad." I said softly. Suddenly I looked in corner of my eye. There was mom. Sitting there with a magazine in her hand. Looking older and older everyday. She looked at me. Then went back to reading here magazine. Pretending nothing happened. I grabbed my backpack, and ran out of the house with Harvey.