Personal Narrative : A Story?

But time flew by very fast and soon we had our lifejackets on and ready to go tubing! “Yay! Finally!” I whispered to Evelyn. “You’re going to go tubing for the first time, so exciting!”. We walked to the end of the dock where the speedboat was and the guy driving the boat started asking questions. “So how many of you have gone tubing?” our boat driver asked. “I have” Pier said, “So have I” Georgia added. “She’s the only one of us who hasn’t gone tubing” I replied pointing to Evelyn. “Ok so everyone here is experts except for you, huh”, “Yup”, “Ok sounds good”. I smiled at Evelyn and she smiled back. “So who’s going with who?” the man asked, “We’re going together” I said grabbing her closer to me so he would know for sure that we were going together. “Ok, you two on this tube’ the boat driver said pointing to the left ‘And you two over here”. We got onto our tubes and he showed us the signals in case of an emergency. And off we went. “Hold on tight, Evey” I said, and smiled. I held on with one hand so I could reach down and touch the water. The deep blue water was sparkling in the sun. The cold water brushed my hand as I dipped my fingertips in. It almost felt like were flying on

A young girl shook nervously at the sight of the wide tides of her family's privately owned ocean side. She herself had lived in this familiar place for over eleven years... Why was she so scared to do this? She sighed underneath her shaky breath and made her way towards the waves, dragging her surfboard closely with her. When she reached the area she was greeted by her father, A strong but yet still a goofy professional surfer. When he saw his daughter has finally pushed back her peers, he smiled and walked towards her. "How ya doin' pumpkin?" she stared at him with glassy eyes before replying."I'm fine, I guess." her voice was dry. The man simply shook his head and bent down towards her. "Amber." He said with a serious tone, "I want you to go out and surf like you mean it... Just

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

I have a horizontal file cabinet in my office that can tell you a good story or two. Not a day goes by that someone doesn’t stop to have a seat on this file cabinet and share a story or two with me. I enjoy every minute of it. I love hearing other people’s stories and how they connect us, but most importantly as Robert Coles states in his book, The Call of Stories: Teaching and the Moral Imagination, (1989) that we learn lasting moral lessons through stories.

“I will allow you to go to over Mackenzie’s sleepover as long as you promise to watch PG-13 or younger”, my mom yell up the base of the stairs from the kitchen.

"No! Mom, STOP! I don't want to do it!" I bawled. My face flushed red , tears streaming down my face as I was backed into a corner. There was no escape, I lunged forward with a death grip around my mother's leg. Burying my face into her jeans, I pleaded one last time, to no avail. Still clinging on to her leg, she drags me over the cruel, tile floor. "Take him," she said nonchalantly, "He'll be fine." With an exasperated look she hands me over to my new swim instructor. I was still hyperventilating, overcome with fear of the water. "Let's wash away those tears!" my teacher said with a smile. Before I knew it, I was submerged beneath the water. It was only for a moment but it seemed like an eternity. Time froze, all the noise

It was a Saturday morning and it was game day. The game didn’t start until 12:00 and we didn’t have to be there 10:45 A.M. Once all of us got there and we finally got into the gym to shoot around and warm up, Alicia and I were talking about who St. Marys had all beaten. From who they had beaten, they sounded pretty good. After a while of shooting we started to stretch. Alicia, Hannah, and Emily were near me so I asked them why the other team wasn’t here yet. Emily said “I don’t know they normally are already here”. By this time Taylor Swift’s song came on which is Emily’s favorite singer. The song was “22” and Emily started to sing “We will just keep dancing like were 22”. Once we were done stretching we started to shoot

The diving board took a little more time, but after two weeks Sammy and I negotiated a deal. She would go off the board if I went in the water and caught her. So I found myself cheering her on as I treaded water beside the board. She carefully walked across as I reached my arms towards her and asked “ready”? Sammy replied with a nod of her head. As I enthusiastically shouted “3,2,1, Jump!” Sammy leaped off the diving board and into my arms, a huge smile spreading across her face. Wiping water from her eyes she yelled, “I'm going to jump off the board a million more times!” A smile spread across my face too. The Sammy that begged me to keep the pool open an extra hour was

“That’s enough pool for today,” said Justyn, acting like he was an adult. After I catch my breath for what were the longest five minutes of my life, we slowly started walking home. The cement was lava hot. My eyes were burning as if they were sprayed with pepper spray on them. I rubbed them harder and harder hoping for relief. All I could think about in my head was it could’ve all ended in the blink of an eye, just like that. When we got to the house, nobody said anything; it’s as if their memories were completely erased. Every time I closed my eyes I could see what I saw and felt what I felt when I was under the water, slow

Do you ever recall wanting to be an astronaut, a celebrity, or even a clown? These are some examples of what young children are thinking of accomplishing as career options. Being nonsensical is not the way to do, being realistic by far is the smartest thing to do.

Jason stared up at Tyler's eyes; deranged, dilated, discolored. Tyler wore a smile on his face, his usual smirk twice as wide and displaying too many teeth. He held a silver and black pistol in his hand.

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.

The car slowed, and the road was empty. Moving into the emergency lane, I turned the hazard lights on and the car off. There was an empty gas can in the back and sneakers. I locked the door and began to walk down I-20. I had gotten off work at lunch to be at home over labor day weekend. It was now two o’clock, and I was in the middle of upstate Louisiana. The sign said the next exit was a mile and a half away. Though it was almost fall, it was still very hot, per usual down here. My immunity to the eighty five degree weather had already worn off. I threw my jacket behind my back and kept walking.

We were given the date of the surgery and, the way out to make my day even better, I heard the surgeon say to my mom, that I would have to stay over night at the hospital after the surgery. Awesome.

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,