Personal Narrative: Build-A-Bear Workshop

Jack replies saying the boys want meat and he will capture a pig. Together they go swimming in order to put the hostility aside.

Jack nodded and he went outside straight to the deck of the cruise ship. Ralph went back to his room, his face was in pain from the bunch and slept with the littluns. After about half an hour later, someone rushed into the room like a mad cow and shouted for help.

While Jack is basically all about fun and hunting he encounters a tough situation with Ralph. In chapter 3, page 51 Ralph says, "Well we haven't got any yet. And we want shelters. Besides, the rest of your hunters came back they've been swimming" "I went on" said Jack " I let them go

When people are on winter break, most want to go out and play in the snow, but who knew that the snow could be one's worst nightmare when stubbornness comes into play. Most people go out on an enjoyable snow-white day to sled down snowy hills and fling semi-hard snowballs at each other. No one would think that maybe sledding down the snowy hills could be so dangerous when they are having fun, and trying to show off. I certainly did not think that it was dangerous, but boy was I so wrong. Normally being a Los Angeles girl, going up to Big Bear is such an amazing experience, because down in the Los Angeles region it does not snow at all. However, I was not ready to face what was slowly going to change me in the mountains of California.

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

It's a nice scenario, but the narrator realizes his journey must continue when Jack, the

Jack led a group of organized boys in black uniforms and hats, but he had a shining gold emblem on the cap. He led with confidence, but as soon as he, “came forward, vaulted on to the platform with his cloak flying, and peered into what to him was almost complete darkness”(Golding 20). The evilness of his persona was already showing without society’s boundaries. As the boys need to find things to help them survive, Jack becomes even more engulfed in the island. A group and himself explored out into the forest and found a pig, but when he tries to kill it, “There came a pause, a hiatus…

Jack’s savage blood is running in him. Being rescued is no longer significant to him as he finds pleasure in the routine on the island. He enjoys not being ruled over and restrained. Meanwhile, he describes catching a pig and being rescued “all the same”, showing his weakening cultured mind.

As the story comes to a close Jonathan has a moment of clarity, which is filled with both guilt and solace, as he reminisces on his father’s true dream. As a simple man Jack was easily overlooked and thought of as a piece of plywood by the members of his family. They used him as a way to make their lives easier, whether it be through faux-name brand objects or keeping an in-law on payroll, Jack was the man for the job. Although subtle in his motions Jack does attempt to share his passion with his son. Jack’s love for traveling by sea is evident in almost all that he does, including his gait. In discovering the old navy photo of his father, Jonathan has become aware to the reality that everyone, including Jonathan himself, ignored his father.

“There was a ship. Out there. You said you’d keep the fire going and you let it out!” He took a step toward Jack, who turned and faced him.

It all started on one hot summer day riding in the Jeep with the whole family, windows were down and laughter was floating freely through the air. I can still remember it like it was yesterday; the temperature was about 87 degrees and the humidity wasn’t bad at all. As we were driving down the road, the top down on the Jeep and the radio playing as loud as it could go, my favorite song came on the radio, “Ride the Wind” by Poison. It is so amazing and it always helps when that right songs comes on the radio which sets the mood for the rest of the day. We even had our 6 year old dog with us. He’s always content with his head sticking out the back glass and his ears flopping in the warm breeze.

For Design week, I attended an open house for Polara Studio. After the event my original self-assumption was that I had started out with a naive mind set. I thought it would be fun to include my little family in visiting other designers in the Portland area. I very much enjoyed sharing my love for photography with my family but felt insecure about my professionalism shortly after. I had thought that my family would have appeared as too much of a distraction.

Fifteen years later, I was riding a train to Salt Lake City reminiscing about the trains I used to take through Europe. For a moment my home wasn’t so distant. I longed. I ached. I hoped for that place again. Sadly, I realized even if I were to return, even if I were to prance across that polished stone floor, climb the twisted stairs, and open the sliding door once more, the attic wouldn’t be the same. That place was partially the physical locale, but mostly the imaginings of an seven-year-old girl. That state of naivety of youth and wonder at the mundane could never be reclaimed, yet I still ached for it.

He went to cross the rotting rope bridge. As soon as he got to the middle the bridge fell. Jack was plunged into the ice cold water and pulled downstream.

Up until recently it had been 7 years since I had been to visit my grandparents house, or as we call it the cabin. The cabin is so full of memories I could plan to sit down and talk about it for an hour and that hour would turn into a day and that day into a week. Every room and place in that house has it’s own stories and each story has it’s own meaning and lasting impact.