Personal Narrative: Day Of The Dead

On 09/12/2016, I Deputy Daniel Pruitt was dispatched to 52455 West Highway 16 for an unattended death compliant. I arrived on scene st 6:45pm and meet with Creek County EMS unit 40.

When I was mad and wanted to kill people and then it was the zombie Apocalypse. I found people a lot of people ,and they said can I join you. I said yes if you follow my lead and follow my rules and everything will be all good.

The biggest memories that come to me are going to church in my hometown. Every Sunday was a special schedule. I got to wear my best clothes of the week, which was usually a dress, long socks, and a bow for my hair. Once my whole family was ready we would walk to church. On our way, my mom would often stop and talk to neighbors. Sometimes I would have to remind her that we were going to church or tell her that we were going to be late. Mass was an hour or so. After mass, my mom and dad would give me money to buy an ice cream or junk food. When I finished my ice cream, we would walk home with neighbors who lived on the same street. Walking home everybody would talk about how beautiful the ceremony was and how well the priest explained the Gospel. I loved the sense I was given by my neighbors. Comforting and belonging is what I felt when I was around them. McClay and McAllister refer to this as “anchor our memories in something more substantial than our thoughts and emotions,” which is my hometown connecting me back to my neighbors at my

Everyone has a favorite memory about their lives. My favorite memory took place when I traveled to Ohio in 2014 for Thanksgiving.

When I went to Gatlinburg, Tennessee I was with my parents, grandparents, my brother, and my cousin Savannah. I got to go to all the little shops, Dig through rocks, and I remember honking through this tunnel we drove in. I guess it was tradition. I remember going to a mini amusement park where we rode go carts. I also remember going to the Titanic museum. I remember touching the ice wall and seeing all the sunken objects. I also remember seeing the grand staircase. I remember it feeling super heavy and emotional

The most vivid memory I recall is of the first trip I ever made to my happy place, Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. Nothing could ever compare to those 5 days of pure happiness, without a single worry in the world. I truly believe this one little trip shaped the way I want to live the rest of my life.

Cozy coffee shops, warm summers, friendly hugs…1.2.3. Disastrous events occur all the time. We are always aware that someone, somewhere in the world, is hurtling forwards into tragedy. Tragic endings leave behind unanswered questions, unfulfilled dreams, unspoken thoughts. Those who love you are left behind, in the dust of your presence, spent to forever remember only your memory, not your existence. Crisp slices of toast, piping hot cups of tea, fresh strawberries…1.2.3. We all tend to forget an end exists. We spend our lives compiling as many happy memories as we can, fully enjoying the good days, deeply mourning the sad ones. When tragedy strikes, only then are we reminded that the end is there, and we scurry and try once again to make the most out of

When thinking of my memories it’s as if you were surfing through TV channels. Some making me wish I could go back to that day and relive it. Some I hope I will never have to relive. Most memories make me smile and think of how much I want to be little again. Although at that age, all I wanted was to grow up and live my own life. My memories can range from being at home to being anywhere but home. Although, some stick out more than others. One of those few fond memories is going to the Dominican Republic with my family.

The remorse grey morning awaited. I never knew one person could have such an impact on my life, as well as everyone else’s lives. I always thought everything was just a beautiful fantasy land where everything was perfect. Waterfall coming out of everyone's eyes filled my imagination of what one man can do to a crowd. I asked myself one question, “Why him, why does it have to be him”. The emotions, pouring out of meand I knew the fall of 2006 was gonna be bad.

I am a big fan of horror movies. My favorite movie is, “The Night of The Living Dead”. I’m choosing the piece “Night on Bald Mountain” from Walt Disney’s movie “Fantasia”. This piece was originally composed by Modest Mussorgsky. It’s currently used a lot around Halloween in commercials, such as the Reese cup commercials. When Mussorgsky composed this I think his intention was for it to be a dark piece that would make the hairs on your arm rise. From the title it tells the listener about the setting (Bald Mountain) and that there’s a tale that goes along with it because of “A Night”. We all have a story based on a particular day or night and where and how the event happened. According to many sources, it was about a meeting amongst witches on

“What is the Day of the Dead?” A lot of people ask me that question. My answer “A traditional and cultural day”. It’s so special to all Mexico and the people, for 1 main reason. People think it's a weird, scary, or even dumb, they create ideas without even realizing the real meaning or impact it has in Mexican culture. Many steps and things have to be accomplished in order to keep it traditional.

The Day of the Dead is a dedicated festival to the loved fallen ones. The festival comes from Mexico and is celebrated on November. On this day loved ones

The taste of burning hot cheese and tomato melts in my mouth. It’s surprisingly delicious considering Dad made it. Dad clearly thinks so too as he won’t stop going on about it. My attention slowly starts to die, I see Dad’s lips moving but I’m so out of it I can’t hear a word spilling out of his cheese covered mouth. I start to wonder where my sister Peyton is. She was expected home half an hour ago and she’s never late.

The further they had walked up the incline the faster they all seemed to heal, and by the time the first of the zombies had made it to the top of the hill where the locomotive waited patiently for them they had been fully put back whole again. Their moans and cries were now replaced with chatter, murmurs, whispers, and even excitement. The slow, agonizing, forced-march shuffle of their battered corpses had become replaced by the fluid movements of able-bodied human beings once more.

My most memorable childhood event was when I was 15 years old. It was the Fourth of July. A big family vacation a barbeque, over night stay and out of town trip to six flags, and I had a blast the night before me, my mom, sisters and brother packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville ,Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; six bedrooms two an half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville.