Personal Narrative: Big Things From Lytle

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

Hidden Strength “Alright fellas, has anyone else got something to say to Shane Ferguson before he heads off to Mars.” Mr. Wright questions everyone as Shane will be gone from earth forever.

The rest of what I personally think and experienced of the Big E is that it is a good place to see various country people that I like to see at concerts. Its a place to find Christmas gifts for people. The exhibit where I can see real life bears such as a Grizzly through a big picture window is very cool. People can look at the bears from close distance. My Favorite state buildings to go to are Vermont and Rhone Island. I like the Vermont one because I usually can get Cheddar cheese out of Vermont there. I go to the Rhone Island one because I have frequently been there on day trips to their beaches. So I am just a fan of the place. Those things are what I like to experience about the Big E and for all I know is what people similarly go to

V v2 When my eyes roll open it immediately surges through my being. The insatiable desire to get more of V. My body groans, feelings as though it was thrashed by wild animals. My mind fighting to function it feels like it’s just moving through molasses. I feel like I had

A Different Path "Louis McClymont, the nurse will see you know."As I took the dreaded walk to treatment room B, my fear of needles began to take over, the only time I ever had a jag before was when I was a

One dark, gloomy morning, in the fall of 2016, I faced a situation that I had always feared. Since we lived in Newhope, Arkansas, I thought nothing inadequate could ever happen there. In this particular occurrence, I was completely terrified out of my wits.

In the third grade, I was chosen by my teacher to write a newsletter. I had to pick someone who was a hero to me to write about. I chose my grandpa Dave, who was honored that I chose him to write about. I sat down on the ground, crayon

Music isn’t something that I have ever understood, or have been able to work with. Knowing how hard it is to read notes and play an instrument, I have a great deal of respect for composers, musicians, and artists. This reading had a lot of information on the formation of classical pieces and I struggled to fully understand it as a whole, because of lack of knowledge of the vocabulary used.

Academy, I have always been significantly behind everyone else. I never really cared until I got to junior high. I was sitting in my math class and my teacher, Mr.Catanese, puts on a coat, a pair of sunglasses, and a Katy Perry song on. I was confused and intrigued, so I paid attention to a grown man singing as if he was a teenage girl. After his song, he got on with the lesson and told us to call him Mr.Cat. I knew what he was teaching, but I just couldn’t care less so I acted like I was paying attention, but truly I was daydreaming about a girl I met earlier That week. I was called on to answer a question on the board. I panicked and quickly looked at the equation. I knew the answer but didn’t answer out of fear or disrespect.

I seem to have the same connections with these writer, I also started writing at an extremely young age and most of the time it was because of societys outlook on the more curvacious woman, I wanted them to see that we also fit into the heroine role, we too look good on the arms of the hot guys in the book, that we are not just something to turn their noses up at.

It is the late summer of 2016, a sunny, windy Sunday evening. Friends of ours, including family, eating together, along with each other, in circles of steel easy chairs in the back yard and sitting around tables. We share funny, amusing stories and jokes. We laugh uncontrollably to funny memories that we can barely breathe. When the wind goes down, we take some tables to the deck, with mouths ready to taste the delicious barbecue we prepared, ready to eat my mom's famous tres leches, and Mr. Sutton’s homemade vanilla ice cream. For some of us, the ice cream is more than enough for dessert.

"She had a solid reputation as a crisp, vivid writer of short stories set in Louisiana, where she had lived for 14 years" ("A Look Back"). I wrote many of my stories about experiences in my life. I always loved to read and learn new things as a child. As I grew older, there were many hard times and that helped me to be the lady I was. Some of my stories were very well known, and others not so much. My rough childhood, mother, and family friends influenced me to write; the short stories and novels I wrote were influenced by my favorite authors which caused me to write about controversial topics.

The World “To the world, you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.” Throughout my life, I have been blessed with two individuals who were the world to me and have inspired me to be a person whose daily mission is to make a child’s day better. Both of these inspiring women loved children, and when I was a child, they made me feel like I was important each and every day. They made my heart feel whole and my face smile endlessly.

Garold starts off in a pub talking to people about how he doesn't know magic. All of them are just dumbfounded he can’t do simple magic. They don’t know he is just a human not a mage or a mythical being from this world. Maybe he will learn one day on how to do magic. Garold feels bad so he runs away back to his safe spot. The bridge that divides both worlds, the one that gets him home all the time.