Personal Narrative Analysis

In Eagle River, Wisconsin June of 2006 my parents and I made the 30 minute drive from my brothers camp, Kawaga, to mine, Chippewa. I was seven years old sitting in the back seat of this car thinking about how my brother, Max, loves his camp so I would too. However, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. We arrived and my parents stopped the car to take a picture of me in front of the big red rustic sign “Chippewa Ranch Camp” it said. As we drove down the long dirt driveway it finally hit me that I was about to get out of this car and not see my parents for an entire month. I couldn’t even spend the night out I would call them to pick me up at midnight from my friends homes, how in the world was I going to survive four whole weeks of

Essentially anyone with influence in the region who had a stake in security was encouraged to attend, and we know of course that the insurgency is included in anyone with influence. Of course, the type of target that presents is monumental, but naturally we would not make it easy for the enemy. It would still be nowhere near easy to target the District Center just by our application of basic techniques; blocking positions, perimeter defenses, access control, observation and vigilance. It would have been easy to feel less than confident going into such a patrol, but we were the opposite. We had left no stone unturned and our Platoon was confident.

Growing up I had always been into action sports from riding BMX bikes, racing dirt bikes, snowboarding all the way to boogie boarding hurricane sized waves at the Jersey Shore. I loved it all. I will always remember watching Tony Hawk jump over a car on his skateboard at Six Flags. As a kid, watching professionals do unimaginable tricks sparked something inside of me.

I have always loved school, from my first day of kindergarden to my first day of high school and almost everyday in between. I always excelled in school, even though I moved around a lot. I had already been to four different elementary schools by the time I was in the fourth grade, and one more for half a year in sixth grade. I had a rough childhood aside from all of the moving. Growing up my life was never really normal. I had two moms, which nowadays isn’t that big of a deal, but 15 years ago it was. My life was fairly good until I was about five or six when my moms got a divorce. At the time I didn't know it but it was at that point that my life started to change forever. After the divorce my parents went to court for custody and one of

The first major paper’s instructions was to reflect on a time when I wrote for a specific purpose. I had chosen to write about the time I, a former cancer patient, was a mentor for children with cancer who were dealing with depression. My objective was to mentor and help those kids through their depression, chemotherapy, and usual life activities. As a bible study teacher, I knew that kids learned important life lessons through vivid stories; therefore, I decided to write a story about how I got through my depression– a story about my journey to happiness. I wanted my story to encourage them on how to get through their depression.

When I was a naïve little girl in middle school, I always had a problem speaking up for myself whether it was a bully, a teacher, or my friends. I’ve always had a problem with voicing my opinions because I honestly didn’t want to feel judged for saying them or for feeling absolutely useless. I was an awkward, 14 year old girl who had many insecurities and was always shy when it came to just being myself. Being shy and insecure didn’t really help with the fact that I had to do presentations all the time and had to socialize when we were paired up in partners. I was a nervous wreck when it came to do with anything of being myself in front of my peers and teachers.

Have you ever had anything bad happen to you and then it turned out into a good thing? well i think everyone has something bad and of course… good .

I can remember a time recently when I failed. It was not a task that I failed, or something that I did not do, I failed myself, and I lost respect from my parents. But time heals all wounds, and since then I have regained that respect and trust. Over this previous summer, me and my friends, who will remain unnamed, visited a lake and we swam and frolicked around the nearby dam. Prior to my arrival, I was unaware that the lake was in a private neighborhood, with a strict no trespassing policy. I sped down the path to catch up with my friends and reached the part of the lake where they resided. Past the fence and the no trespassing sign me and my buddies swam for a short time then began the trek back to our cars. Waiting for us was the neighborhood

Looking back on my younger days, I realized that I'd come a long way from childhood. I've grown from a small child to a mature, smart young lady. There are some things I have changed dramatically, and there are some I've kept because it’s a part of me in a positive way. Back when I was younger, people knew me as the girl that’s very shy and didn’t talk to anyone. Since then my personality is through the roof, people attach themselves to me easily. Now people know me as the girl that smile all the time, very positive, uplifting, active, and likes to have fun. At times it can be a bit much, so I love being home alone in my world relaxing, taking a break from everyone's energy around me, or detoxing myself from people emotions.

Seventeen years ago on a frigid mid-November morning, I came into this world with an opportunity-filled life ahead of me. Throughout my journey, my family has been a warm blanket of guidance and support with my successes and my defeats. They have molded me into a fun-sized bundle of joy with golden-blonde locks and lively green eyes. My childhood memories were filled with the toasty white, sandy beaches of Florida along with the magical world of Disney and scavenger hunt birthday parties that were simply unforgettable.

There have been plenty of times in my life when I’ve been happy, but one is a specific period. This period was between 2001-2013 and in this period is when I was born and when my uncle died. When my uncle was alive, I had some of the happiest moments of my life. He taught a lot of things and how to be lose in life like how to not worry about everything. When he died it didn’t just affect me but my whole immediate family too.

It was my fourth grade year. It was between 2009-2010. I was eight going on nine.

The next few months passed by and life seemed rather normal. My parents were not talking about the divorce, nor were they fighting. We we even all went on our annual trip to Walt Disney World in May! I was starting to think maybe they would change their minds and not go through with the divorce. But, my mom sat down with my sisters and I and started to discuss us moving. I knew then the divorce was still happening. She let me make the decision where we moved, as my sisters were both in college and I would be the one most affected. She asked if I wanted to stay in my old school, move to a new school district in our area, or move south and near the beach. My mom said if we moved out of state, she wanted it to be South Carolina, as she always wanted to live in Charleston. I had only been there on vacation, or if we were just driving through. My mom told us we had time to think about it and decide, as we would not be moving until the end of 2014. The thought of living somewhere new was scary, but it was also a little exciting! I chose to move to South Carolina!

December 15th, 2013. Days before Christmas break. I had just came home from my aunt’s house to find my mother puffy eyed with a tear streaked face. She carefully explained to me my father had been arrested for something so abysmal and that I would not be able to see or talk to him legally until the age of 18. I could physically feel my heart shatter in that moment. Never will I be able forget the feeling. How could he do something so terrible? How could he just leave me like that? I cried myself to sleep that night. I missed a whole week of school. Every day it clouded my mind, the only thing I was able to think about .That was the start to the fall of my happy little childhood.

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.