Personal Narrative About A Place

One thing that does not interest me anymore is going outside. I used to always love going outside but not anymore that is like the top uninterested thing i'm into rite now. When i was a kid i loved going outside, after i got older i only go outside on the daily-bases now that i'm more mature.When i get in trouble my parents make me go outside for my punishment. Outside is just not interested to me

Early one morning I was very hungry waterso, I went looking for food. When suddenly I saw something strange above the Waters point so I jumped right into the action and said you go up to the top of the water when it started attacking me with spears and oars obviously I attacked back I mean I was scared and that's when two of the boats sank and most of the humans drowned. But, one of them escaped so i just let

This past year, I have been apart of Naperville Central’s brand new Special Spaces club. When my friend approached me and asked me to join, I agreed even though I had no clue what I was involving myself in. In retrospective, I can honestly say that becoming a part of Special Spaces has been one of the most meaningful, fun, and fulfilling experiences I have had in high school.

Where I come from it's taking pride in your yard, knowing every single one of your neighbors, and leaving doors unlocked because there isn’t a thing to worry about. I find comfort in that small town feel, and I am more than proud to be from good ol’ Warrenton, Indiana. Here, we are just a wee bit shy of being big enough to be on a map, but we have a name and we have town lines. Within those lines nearly two hundred people have found a home, and thanks to Mr.Dave Gruible our community is steadily flourishing. There are now three subdivisions on the rise in addition to the church, salon, family restaurant, and campgrounds that nestled into the area years ago.

When I finally reached him, I started to tell him my story; at first he didn’t believe me but as I went deeper into detail, he became serious and aware of the danger we might be facing. He gathered a group of the fiercest fighters the village had and asked me to lead the way. In a matter of minutes, we had reached the shore and

I woke up on a warm sunny Saturday morning and went down stairs and called my friend Joey Gliech and said “Today is the day!”

I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.

“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”

It didn’t seem worth it anymore. The whale sharks were nowhere to be seen. Our tour guide had warned us that the whale sharks feeding season in the area was coming to an end and that maybe we wouldn’t be able to see them today. I just didn’t think this would actually happen, a 10 hour journey for what? Suddenly I began to hear splashes of water coming from the side of the boat. A group of dolphins swarmed around the boat; this made me feel a little better. Although the sour taste of lime began to erupt my mouth as I begin to remember what we really travelled out here

At first I was very apprehensive about going too far out. I was afraid that I would get attack by sharks. But I figured when in Rome do as the Romans do, and I followed my family deep into the water. Because I allowed myself to be courageous I was able to have an amazing time. I swam with my family, and I was brave enough to let the waves crash against me, even though the water was very rough that day. I even found a sea urchin in the water. If I was not willing to go into the water I would not have been able to enjoy the day at the beach. Also I would have never been able to told a sea urchin in my hands.If I had not gone into the waters I would not have been able to experience my fondest memories of The

WASHINGTON — Last month I spoke on a panel here, organized by the Historical Society of Washington, about how local authors like me use “place” in our work. The building where the panel was held — the Carnegie Library, a gleaming Beaux-Arts structure gifted to the city a century ago by the industrialist Andrew Carnegie — has become the latest sign of Washington’s gentrifying times: Apple recently released plans to convert the building, long a civic space, into a lavish retail store.

All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.

Vast four meter high walls dull in colour that’s all that stood between us and the fighting, I didn’t want to leave I felt safe. The birds in the distance flying around in perfect harmony like any other day, we were close to land, my gut was tense I could almost taste the last thing I ate. I didn’t want to show my nerves to these people I call brothers so I put a brave face on, I presume that’s what everyone else was doing. Our squad was reinforcements to the surviving few holding off the enemies. Word quickly spread that we were about to hit land, as the boat touched land my knees felt weak it was with the crowed I moved to the front of the boat.

I mustered the energy to scream, just once. The sound rang out across the sea, in this still, clear night. The boat sped towards the reef, stopping at the edge. A raft dropped into the water with a splash, and people began furiously paddling towards the island, towards

As the engine of the dingy began to moan we spotted land ahead. It was Europe. We had made it! On shore there were already people. Hundreds of orange and yellow lifejackets and remains of rubber dinghies littered the beach. People rushed out to help pull the boat in as we drew near. Everyone struggled to get out, impatient to get onto land. Some people kissed the sand and other kissed their family members as they hopped out. This was the beginning of something new. Once I set foot on the sand a mountain of responsibilities would land on me. The realness on it all hit me and a stalled in the boat. I was in charge. I had to not only care for myself but an 11 year old child. I had to take her across Europe. I watched Yara dance on the sand happily and my heart began to quiver with apprehension. How was I meant to get food or shelter for her? I wasn't an adult; I was still practically a child myself. Mama and Papa just threw me into the deep end and expect me to swim. How could they do this to me? We should have stayed together and waited until we could all afford to go. Anger had replace the apprehension until I pictured Mama's heartbroken face again. I thought about Mama and Papa stuck in Turkey dying to leave and I was overwhelmed with guilt. They had given everything for our futures so I had to make sure we did something with them. Silently I looked up to the pale