Personal Narrative: Diary Of A Whimpy Kid

I remember that day as if it were yesterday, the day I had to testify against my real father. There I was, so young and scared, all eyes were on me making me even more nervous than I already was. I just wanted to back down and run away, but I knew that was not the right thing to do. I had to be strong and face my fears because that is the only way things will get better. I made sure to keep in the back of my mind that this would be the biggest thing I would ever have to do. If I did, everything else would be like a little bump in the road, nothing I can't handle. This event was one that started my transition from childhood to adulthood.

I wasn’t sure what our day would entail. I could feel a slight tremor present in my body as I slid behind the steering wheel of the MKZ. Running my finger tips over the leather where the treads to the steering wheel was laced together I contemplated leaping from the car and running like hell. This was a seriously stupid and dangerous thing I was about ready to take part in. Could I do this? My mind wanders to the trunk of the vehicle… What’s back there? How much is back there? Enough to be charged with a misdemeanor…a felony! My heart jack hammered in my chest. Was the benefit worth the risk? Feeling panic setting in I swung my legs out of the vehicle just as Eloy took his seat behind me closing the door. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror.

In summary, I felt as if I changed after the fourth grade. Like video games, I could be in a fantasy and pretend I was actually in the hero’s position. I could be a part of a story. This contest of literacy competition started a passion of reading books for me. Now that I’m older if I ever want to escape the real world after having a long hard stressful day all I have to do is crack open a book a let the adventure begin. Even though my teacher never followed through on her promise of a prize I was rewarded with something so much more Important, a burning passion for

Orendorf Elementary School, a place of many memories and much learning. What was the most treasured part of each day? Recess after lunch, of course! This was the time to play silly games, like hop-scotch and jump rope, and hang out with friends to discuss the latest in “who likes who” and “which boy has cooties”. This was also the longest recess of the day. My friends and I tried to finish eating our lunch as quickly as possible because the sooner you got finished eating, the sooner you could go outside to play. After eating, Denise, Julie, and I quickly cleaned off our table, packed up our lunchboxes, and then raised our hands to be dismissed from the lunchroom. As soon as Mr. Little told us we could go, we quickly made our way from the cafeteria

When I was young my Dad would always remind me of how important these years as a kid are. He would always say watch how you act as a kid, for it will set the stage for the rest of your life. So many people I know ruined their lives when they were kids. This small, yet so important statement runs through my mind everyday. I love how everyone says they don’t care what people think of them, but I wish they knew how important it is to have a good image. I am not perfect, but I would like to be close as possible. But as Salvador Dali said “Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it. “ The problem I see is everyone wanting to be someone that they are not. Sure, we all have our idols that we look

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

“I’m trying,” the Kidd snarled. “But this miserable bird wants to put his tail feathers in my face.”

Go back to a time, when smart phones, and laptop were as thick history textbooks. To a time when a whole gallon of gas cost a little more than a dollar. The year is 1998 and in this year I was born. I was given to a very loving mother and father, that with their extraordinary love gave me the unextraordinary name of David. I grew up in the wonderful city of El Paso, Texas.

I didn’t learn how to read until 2ed grade.Beacuse parents divorced my dad would take me to school some days and my mom would take me others. Little did I know my mom would drink and get high after I went to bed at night. In the morning she would sleep in with a hangover so I got dressed and ready on my own. She would not wake till 11:00 so I would play dolls and watch cartoons all morning. Because of this, I missed about 30% of grades K-3. In 3ed grade me and my dad and stepmom learned of my moms addiction. I stopped seeing my mom for a long time. During that time I discovered the joy of reading. I started later than the others so I ended up at a low reading level but once I learned to read, well, I never stopped.Stories are

Every night my mom would read me a chapter or two of a “Junie B Jones” book. I couldn't wait until I was old enough to read by myself. Reading seemed like a special power people posessed when they got older, it seemed astonishing to me. The first series I really liked was “Diary of a Wimpy Kid”. I’ve read every single book in the series, whenever the next book from the series would come out, i’d get it first thing the next day. I never really read that often after I finished the “Diary of a Wimpy Kid” series. Those books really entertained me and anything else I read from the point didn't sway me. In fourth grade, I had a really awesome teacher that was really hard on me, but I really believe she helped me the most. I don't remember everything

“Life isn't always going to give you a beautiful beginning, but in order for your life to get beautiful it's going to have to get ugly.” This quote, by Markus Anthony, was definitely a big part in my life. Although, my life wasn’t all bad growing up, I did make some mistakes and I didn’t have the standard family. Of course with growing up you make a lot of mistakes along the way, but by far my biggest mistake was the one that really affected my life. It was the mistake that had me go from extremely happy, to depressive and self conscious, and then scared about what would happen next.

My friends and I did a multitude of ridiculous activities together. This time, we have done something a little different, I was at my friend Derek's house along with Drew. We decided at first that it would be an fantastic idea to mess around with a mini basketball hoop, in an insufficient room, with three people. After playing what can’t even be considered a three team pick-up game, I asked, “What if we tried dunking, everyone at once?”, and they agreed.

The summer before my sophomore year, I volunteered at the Cincinnati Zoo as a “Volunteen.” I applied and was accepted to be part of the education program, combining two of my favorite things at the time, kids and animals. I worked for one week at a time for eight hours a day, then the next week I would work with different volunteers, different teachers, and different kids. My first week with the program was a bit overwhelming but it was also my favorite. I was in charge of a pretty big group of six and seven year olds, my favorite of which was a six year old little boy named Luke. Luke was special not only because he was a really sweet boy with impeccable manners, but also because he wore pink nail polish. It didn’t stand out right away, so it took awhile for anyone to notice. Seven year old Mary-Kate asked why he was wearing nail polish if he was a boy. Without missing a beat, Luke replied, “Because I like it and it looks pretty.”

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to

During my childhood waking up early in the morning was one of my favorite things,especially during the summer.I remember waking up one morning to the sound of spongebob on my T.V..Almost as soon as I opened my eyes I immediately got out of bed and ran into the kitchen to find bacon on the table.I shoved two whole peices straight into my mouth and I swear that it was some of the best I have ever had.I sat down in my wooden chairto eat more off of the table.As I finished I remember looking ouside to a bright day.The suns rays hit the dew on the grass just right to make it glisten.