Personal Narrative Analysis

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.

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

Its been a year since I began walking these new halls with lockers on both sides of me. Although the faces that pass me look unfamiliar, i began to recognize

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.

When I was born, my older sister was two years old at the time, and she had already gotten used to being adored by everyone and wasn't pleased with me coming into the picture. This has caused a problem between us that has still not been addressed today. During our childhood and sometimes even today, she would bully and humiliate me. In front of people she would make fun of how I looked or acted and would ostracized from activities. As we grew up, her jealousy only grew. I was always getting excellent grades in school, making people laugh, and listening to our parents. She on the other hand had a much harder time. As her resentment grew for me, I started to resent her since she had made me feel insignificant, ugly, and unworthy of anyone's affection. She moved out of my dad's house at age 15

On September eighteenth, two thousand one I was born four minutes after five o'clock to my parents Monica and Craig Tonn. I was given the name Valerie because my mom's mom was a babysitter to a girl named Valerie and she had liked the name. I was given the middle name Erica after my dad's middle name Eric. I am two minutes apart from my twin Ashley, and my older sister Melissa is currently in eleventh grade. We currently own two spoiled dogs and one backyard lizard.

I moved away as fast as i could to get some distance but then realized that this cat wanted me dead and i couldn't run so i had to fight. I ran and pounced on the cat like it did to me and i hit it with all of my force right on its chest. The cat let out a loud cry i felt relieved that i wasn't dying. I hit the cat again since it was still on the ground. Quickly the cat got up and ran away. I stood back watching this cat bllt down the street in pain and fear. The wound that this cat gave me on my face wa now catching up to me and it started to hurt. I turned around feeling like i was on top of the world reevaluating the fight in my mind thinking about how i could have improved my fighting technique. I kept walking until i got to the fence of

“Will she ever be okay?” are the words that invested within me through every minute that passed. I could not help but think the world was falling in around me and nothing would relieve the pain. My daughter had something terribly wrong, and all I could do was sit and wonder the outcome of this horrific event. The world around me began to feel suffocating as if there was no way out. I brought this precious life into this world with the mindset that I could guard her from all the cruelty and darkness. My body grew weak with each thought that crept in my mind and I could feel the chills running down my back each time the doctor came with an update. Despite everything that could go wrong, I never stopped believing that with prayer I was not fighting

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

I moved to the United States with my mom and younger brother when I was 10. My dad was already living in New York at the time so we moved to stay together, leaving everything behind. My most prized possession was a bag of marbles I gave to my friend; I thought I could get it back when I returned.

“It was the best of times, and the worst of times…” This quote really couldn’t describe my summer better. It started off pretty darn annoying, and I couldn’t wait for it to be over and to start school. Then, after a few plot twists, before I knew it the summer had one week left and I didn’t want anything more than for it to be longer.

In 2006, my mother was diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression. I was 16 years old at the time and had just recently started my junior year of high school and my first year at the International Baccalaureate program, a very demanding high school program. My youngest sibling was 10 years old at that time and did not understand what was happening at the time. When my father was not at home, being the oldest, I was responsible for the meals, on helping my siblings with their homework and to be an emotional support for my mother, my brothers, and sister, while at the same time staying on top of my academic material. Through this time, I learned to be patient and calm during stressful situations, to give people their space without making them

Throughout my life, I have been exceedingly fortunate to have countless opportunities available to me. However, some of the numerous opportunities given to me, I have been unable to participate in due to the expense. I grew up in a middle class family, consisting of my father, mother, brother, and me, in which we lived paycheck to paycheck. The was barely any room for extra costs, such as tumbling and amusement parks. My father did not go to college, but graduated high school and received his General Education Diploma; my mother graduated from San Diego State University with her bachelor's degree in child development. Both work at mediocre jobs, not paying the best.

In the picture above is a super sick selfie of my dog Sadie-Bee and I, she came into my life a couple of months ago and since then we have formed a bond that can never be broken. You see, I never really had a connection with animals until I met Bee, she's a special dog. In retrospect I didn't like animals at all really. We share many things in common I think that's why we get along so well, for example, we enjoy going to the beach and playing in the waves together, going to the park for a run, and most of all taking naps together. Juxtapose Sadie and I, were a perfect match. Sadie’s absolute favorite thing to do is going for car rides, in fact, she loves them so much, she will sit inside of my car while i’m cleaning it and she doesn’t get out

As a child, my mother took us to church every Sunday as kids. When I turned 8, I was stubborn and waited until I knew for sure, so when I was almost 9 I got baptized and confirmed as member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. On Wednesdays, I went to activity days until the age of 12. Starting then, I went to Young Women's on Sundays as a beehive and Wednesday Night activities with the 12-18 year olds. During the summers, I got to go to Girl's Camp and bond with other young women in the stake. When I was 14 I moved up to Mia Maids and got to start participating in Super Saturdays and Youth Conferences where dances, dinners and other activities took place on Saturday nights. Between the ages of 14 and 15 I started seminary, an