Personal Narrative: Bookshelf

One of my first memories as a child was my mom reading to me. There was a tornado warning, so we all rushed to the basement and crammed ourselves into the back bedroom. To calm my hysteria from wailing sirens and howling winds, my mom pulled Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone off the shelf and began to read. The storm faded away and I was absorbed in a magical universe. Over the next year, she read the whole series to me, and ever since then, the power of words and the English language fascinated me.

Books first impacted my life at the young age of 5, when I had first begun Kindergarten. Although I may have not been very good at reading, the pictures and words simultaneously intrigued me. I saw myself picking up a new book at every opportunity, and even begged my mom to take me to the library so I could check out as many books as my little arms could carry. Another thing that

When I was 20 months old my partner in crime was born. Kensey Kaitlyn McKee was born March 7, 2002, and little did I know my life would be changed forever. I was not an only child anymore I now had a little sister who needed all the attention. Once Kensey was old enough to walk and talk that’s when we really started to have fun. We once got in trouble for wiping diaper rash cream all over our walls and mirrors, it was a disaster but I’m sure we were having the time of our lives. Another time we put our new kitten in a cooler in 100 degree weather for hours, and then finally one of us remembered where we had put her luckily the cat was just fine. We always had so much fun. I feel so bad for my parents at one point they had two toddler

I was not always so outspoken and driven to get good grades. Freshman year I was timid, struggled with my grades, and had no idea what the future looked like. Now, I have found exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life and became much more confident then I was freshman year. Along the way I have even made a decision to switch schools. I have transformed a lot along the way from freshman and sophomore year at Portsmouth High School and finishing off at Rogers High School.

I was in the car with my family heading towards the lake to go fishing. The car ride was long and boring. Half through the car ride we stopped at a gas station so we could get some gas. After we got gas we went back on the road and I fell asleep through the other half of the car ride.

The saying goes, “there are moments in life that can either make or break us.” There was a critical time in my life where that quote really came into play. While other regular fourteen-year-olds were worrying about school, clothes, etc.; I was facing a much more pressing matter. Fighting between the line of life and death with cancer.

It was 8:30pm in my bedroom. I just got home from football practice like every other night.

I have read tons books in my life. Unfortunately I was forced to read most of them. I never really liked reading just in general, But I will say that when I read The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald, it really hit me.I do not know what it is but I just like the theme and the circumstances that the characters were in. So hopefully The Great Gatsby is the only book that has impacted my life.

For my memoir I shall look back onto my past and the life lesions I have learned. Through simple things I have found in my life and the trails I have endured. To the earliest memories I have, to a not so proud moment caused by anger and regret.

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I was sitting at my desk, looking around for any small detail that I thought I may have missed. Everything looked organized and the way my roommate and I wanted it to look. I looked at him and told him “this is our new home for a year”. Every upcoming college student dreams about moving day and my time was coming soon. Three weeks prior to move in day, I began organizing and preparing for what was coming, “What are the most important things I should bring”, “How much is the trip going to cost?”, all these questions began to rush towards my head at once and if it wasn’t for the help of my mom, I wouldn’t have been able to organize myself and pack for college.

Heavy raindrops spilled from the gray clouds above and people were scattering in all directions. I remember tightly clenching my mother's wrist out of self-assurance as we continuously bumped into frustrated strangers. "Let's wait this storm out in the local library," she had told me in between shivers. At the craziness of the moment, I wasn't sure if her decision was due to home being five blocks away or my nonstop complaints. I wanted to ask what a library was, but I figured that my question would just add to my mother's stress and annoyance. We stopped before the doors of a typical building that displayed the following words in huge yellow print: "Welcome to the Brooklyn Public Library." I specifically recall breathing a sigh of relief

Of course, the last day, one of my friends got left behind in Penn and me, another person and Don stayed behind to make sure she was lost and then we got left behind! Throughout this whole class, I told myself I wouldn’t do this and of course this happened to me on the last day but thank god we had Don with us to show us the way to the New York City Public Library. “This is the second largest public library in the United States. Although there were many libraries in New York in the 19th century, almost all of them were privately funded and charged admission to those seeking to use them” (ENY, 124). It was amazing to see the lions and the building in person because I always heard of the Public Library, but I have never seen it in person. I was

My first item is a picture of my mother’s side of her family. I picked this picture purely for the fact that it captures most of my mother’s side of the family, except for myself and 5 other cousins. The following picture was taken in Multan, Pakistan, however the date is unknown. This picture was taken before my family moved to Australia, and it shows how much our family has grown. I like this picture because it reminds me of the hardship my family went under moving to Australia, because when my family moved we only had $20,000 (AUS) and scarcely spoke the language. Once we moved my father worked hard because he would work overtime just to feed our family.

My reading experiences have always been enjoyable. I love to read when I find an interesting book. It’s easy for me to be sucked into a book if the story catches my eye. I mostly like to read teen romance novels. They appeal to me simply because of my interest in a love story. My parents hate buying me books because they know I’ll be finished reading within a week or so. Reading has always been really easy to me. It seems almost natural to be sucked into other worlds. The words start to flow over the pages and suddenly it feels like I’m not even reading anymore. Unless I have to read a book for school or it doesn’t catch my attention, I might have a hard time bringing myself to read it.