Personal Narrative: Baby Driver

I remember it like it happened yesterday. It was a warm sunny day on October 27 2013, and we were driving to my sister Amy’s house in Kaukauna. We had to drop off a set of bunk beds at her house for my niece Mia. My dad, mom, my sister Anna, and I were all in one car, while my two brothers, Andrew and David, were in the Ford Ranger ahead of us. We were having fun in the car, talking, laughing and listening to music, until we came up on a yield sign. My brother Andrew proceeded through it first, when a black Envoy came speeding around the corner, too fast to slow down. When Andrew saw it coming he tried to swerve, but the car was going too fast, and it was too late. The car hit the truck,

Say I was old enough, I want my mom and step dad to buy me a brand new car. In fact, One of the main obvious reasons my mom should get me a new car is… It’ll save money in the long run to not have to fix it all the time, when it breaks down. It will probably also last longer, unless I total it but I’ll be a safe driver. I promise. For example, If I have a brand new car I will fit in with all of the other kids. I can drive all my friends around in my super cool car. Y’all would be the absolute best. It would be super great to drive around in. Another example, You know how you’re always complaining about drive me around? Well complain no more, I could drive myself. I would be able to get places without your help. I wouldn’t need you too. In

My mom got me my very first dog when I was seven. As a seven year old you can only imagine my excitement, but I had to contain myself or my mom would get mad all I wanted to do was talk about my new puppy. Instead I bounced my leg and hummed the whole way there. Once I saw him I knew he was the one. I had a hard time finding the name for my new puppy, my brother, Jacob, was the one who suggested the name Kooter as a joke, but to his surprise I loved it and ever since his name changed from Baby to Kooter. There are times when Kooter gets on my nerves, but I try not to yell at him. I do this because I know my time is short with him and I don't want him to remember me as a mean and high stress owner. I've had Kooter for ten years that makes

The music fits the scenes well and the high energy vibe given though the use of camera effects. The movie constantly makes you feel different emotions, this is most heavily due to the incredible editing of Thelma Schoonmaker. This movie has the trademark of Scorsese’s golden cinematography, allowing the movie to be challenging, when needed, and entertaining

If I ever saw a baby in the backseat of a car, I would first tell my mom and then call the police and tell them where I am, so they can come and break the car door open. If my mom wasn’t there, I would call her and ask her what should I do?

Music in this film is unique. I think this music in this black and white film makes t intriguing. In the first scene there is a bomb planted on the car. The music being played is interesting. The sound of drums and instruments are heard. The music is upbeat and has a jazz feel. It makes the scene suspenseful. The music in this scene captures the time frame which this film was set in. Throughout the film when there was a climatic or important part coming the musical background was used to enhance the scene. Many times the instrumental theme was jazz or even Mexican music. This classic film noir stood out to me because of the music.

You may have asked why I started with that saying but just imagine an elephant sitting on you it would probably be heavy right? Well that’s how felt on cold morning knowing what I had to do and if I don’t do it right the first time five more elephants would have been sitting on me.

The first time I drove. So, my grandmother decided to risk here life to teach me to drive for only two blocks. And my grandmother was a horrible teacher because she is used to standard cars and not automatic, so she puts her feet on both the gas pedal and the brake. Anyways, I can't believe that the car seems to go so fast and I was only going 5 mph! And then, I didn't know how to brake and my grandmother almost hit her head on the dash! Luckily, we made it

The roar of the engine, the wind in your hair these represent the freedom of owning your first car. I learned how to drive in our cow pasture when I was only ten years old, and after that I dreamed of the day that I would have my very own car. I was so excited to get and drive my own car, little did I know that my dream would come crashing down.

As I felt the truck buck, I knew I that hadn’t switched gears properly. The engine shut off and the evening dragged on. “You killed it,” my father told me. I restarted the old truck up and tried driving again. Learning to drive was very difficult for me, but I needed to learn so that I could transport my brother and me to school and wherever else we needed to go. I waited to get behind the wheel of an automobile until I finished the dull driver’s education class that my parents had signed me up for a month after turning fifteen. I thought that I would easily pick up driving since I had passed all the written tests without any problems, but I was wrong.

Eve?” Armani called into the small room, opening the door. Evangeline laid on a pile of blankets, their back turned to the door. “You okay?” He asked. Evangeline didn’t respond. “Well, I know what today is, and I hate to bother you like this, but there are six human newbies and they need you.” Armani said quietly.

On May 2, 2003 it was my third birthday in a small town. For my birthday I got one specific gift that I loved the most. This gift was given from my Uncle Rusty who loved racing in general but liked NASCAR more than other motorsports. My Uncle had given me diecast cars with little toy cars that were all NASCAR cars. That day is when I grew interest for NASCAR and motorsports in general. I started to watch races with my dad and my uncle and I would create a mini version of the race with the little car I had. I started to watch more and more races until I began to watch every race the season. This is when I knew I wanted to be a racecar driver when I grow older. I was thirteen when I go my first go kart and began to race big national events. Coming

"Are you sure you don't want to come babe? There are going to be games and food and everyone's going to be there. It will be fun." "Mom, I'm fine. I'll stay and finish cleaning. Go. Go have fun with your friends." I say pushing her out the front door. "Okay well, call me if you need anything. I don't think I'm going to stay that long. When I get back we can have that movie night I promised." "Have fun at the barbecue. Bye mom. I love you." Before getting into her old gray pick-up truck, she waves to me and blows me a kiss.

Many of my friends seem to be in no rush to get their driver’s license, with many of their 16th birthdays passing by without even mention of beginning to drive. I, on the other hand, viewed my driver’s license as the next step in becoming an adult. After all, becoming a licensed driver entails much more than getting to avoid daily bus rides to school. In my family, the extra independence comes with an equal amount of responsibility.

It was a normal friday morning here in Dallas, I walk out to my condo balcony to breathe in the the fresh hot air, with a hint of cut lawn clippings. It is a perfect day for a parade through downtown Dallas with Mr. Kennedy. I walked over a few rooms to do my routinely check on Mr. President, and as usual his confident self just shooed me away and told me to do my own thing. I begin to start my breakfast that I usually cook for him and his family when we are on campaign. The overwhelming smell of bacon and eggs drug Kennedy out of his room over into the kitchen to eat some breakfast. Still in his PJ’s and all he does the same as me and walks out the balcony and shouts out that it is going to be a great day. After I eat my delicious