Personal Narrative Analysis

I was 33 years old on November 9th, 2000. My family was made of myself, my husband, Doug, my daughter, Haley, and our dog, Josie. Haley was only 2 years and 9 months old at the time of the birth of her new baby brother, but I wasn’t quite sure how she would handle not having all of the attention. I could tell something was off from the moment I woke up that day. To start, Haley wouldn’t stop crying from the moment she woke up. As for me, I was feeling sick, and was having a few contractions here and there. I was packing my things for the hospital because I was scheduled to have a C-section November 10th. Afternoon came and my condition was getting worse and worse, things got so bad that Doug and I decided we should go to the hospital. I was mortified because I just needed the baby to wait a couple more hours. I could not have this baby come out of the birth canal, my

An ambulance came and carried out my mom. I didn’t know what was going on, so many questions running through my mind, what was wrong with her, was she going to be ok. I was scared, more scared then I had ever been. My sister Sheridan who was 8 asked me “what’s happening?” through tears. On that day a little piece of me began to change because if I let her see my fear that would not help anyone, and so even though I didn’t know what was happening I responded “everything is going to be ok” even though I did not trust my own words.

It was the summer of 2012, my brother Ashton and I were in Hollywood, FL on vacation. We had been fishing since eight in the morning and we were bored out of our minds, so we hopped in a canoe and set off to what is the most thrilling event of my life. We were not prepared physically or mentally for what we were about to encounter.

I really do think that government programs increase out-of-wedlock births and the reason why is because sometimes you get those parents, fathers mostly, who decide that the other spouse is okay on their own and that they will have help, especially by the government, so therefore some think it is okay to run away from the problem creating out-of-wedlock births.

Robert and his father had enjoyed hiking and camping out together ever since robert was old enough to walk. Their favorite hiking trail was the Appalachian trail which stretches from Maine to Georgia. They had never walked that far of course but enjoyed the section of the trail that passed through their part of Pennsylvania.

I have undertaken a range of medically related work experience including spending two weeks volunteering at a pharmacy where I had the opportunity to see how services such as blood pressure and blood sugar testing worked and I was given the chance to serve customers and to give patients their prescription. During my placement, I observed how excellent communication between the pharmacist and the patient was important to enable a better understanding of the instructions on how to use the prescripted medication. This experience highlighted the importance of excellent communication between the medical professional and patient. I volunteered to be a form prefect and this enabled me to improve upon my communication and interpersonal skills. The role also allowed

What I am going to talk about is what one of my main personal narratives are. I feel that one of my main personal narratives would be adaptability. I feel that I am very adaptable as for everything I’ve been through. Throughout my life I have had to adapt to a lot of things.

Anytime I hear someone say that I’ve changed or that I'm a lot different now than I used it be, it brings to mind a certain set of events that occurred just before I entered high school. In eighth grade I had few worries and spent most of my time playing sports. Although I made good grades, sports were my number one priority. I often wondered what I would do in my free time if I didn’t play a sport. Little did I know I would soon find out. Midway through my 8th grade football season I tore my ACL (anterior crucial ligament) . The injury required surgery and meant that I would be out of all sports for at least six months. Everyone said I'd be back on the field in no time, but six months sounded like an eternity. My goal was to complete

If anyone had told my 5 year old self that I would be capable to communicate with members of different communities, that I would be graduating from a high school in the United States with honors, or that I would be on my way to a highly competitive university of California; I would have not believed them in a single one, let alone that all those things would be possible in a couple of years.

Sunday morning June 25, 2000, I went to church simply because I felt I should. I did not want to be there, but I had to go and fulfill my obligation. I stood at the beginning of praise, but after a few songs I sat down and placed my hands over my face. Anger and bitterness were swelling in me.

Going to high school with a convict father was one of the biggest challenges of my life. I had a great relationship with my dad, when he was arrested I was devastated because I knew my life wouldn’t be the same. I was living under a one income family that didn’t make much so money was very tight, I was using my siblings’ hand-me-down clothes and I was not able to go out to enjoy a lunch with friends since my mom couldn’t afford to give me a little extra cash. I started freshman year seeing my mom struggle to keep all three of my siblings and me on course with our studies and behavior. I started to rebel against my mom’s authority because I felt as though I could do what I want because no one was there to back my mom up like my dad would. I

Ever since I was young, I’ve had a fear of falling. Maybe it was because as a three year old I rode my bicycle off of the porch and my subconscious remembers it or perhaps my fear is for no reason. But for whatever reason, I’m terrified of falling. So I’ve always been cautious, careful. And that was how it was when I rode horses. I always rode with the reins tighter than necessary, leaning forward. My mom always says that I used to tell her that I did not want to fall off a horse. And to a short little seven-year old without any previous experience on a horse, falling is a very real and terrifying possibility. Especially when the back of the horse is so far from the ground.

The summer of my eighth grade year I fell into depression. I say fell as a light term; it sucked me in. While my friends were at the river swimming every day, I stayed inside and wallowed in self-pity. There was a light at the end of the tunnel, though, because I found my passion for the written word. It was in books that I found my escape from reality. I loved everything from paranormal romance to historic fiction. Two very important things happened within that summer that impacted my views of reading and writing, I read L. J. Smith’s books, The Night World Series, which really impacted my sight of everything around me, and I got my first journal, which gave me a place to vent.

As a child I never realized the true advantages I was given in life. My understanding of the wonderful things that come from knowing the English language never occurred to me. Being naive, I thought everyone that spoke English spoke it the same, not knowing that dialects even existed. But as I grew older my experiences built how I spoke and I truly began to realize how complex something like being a native speaker of English can be.

As a kid, I had a fear of falling. Maybe it was due to my subconscious remembrance of falling off the porch when I was three or perhaps my fear was irrational. But for whatever reason, I was terrified to fall. Though for most people, they are afraid of falling and heights. But that was not the case for me. I wasn’t scared of riding horses, even when I was feet away from the ground while riding them. But, as I didn’t want to fall, I was cautious and careful. I rode with the reins tighter than necessary and always leaned forward in the saddle when going at any speed other than walk.