Personal Narrative Essay : A Day In Paradise

I believe in having responsibility for my actions for the rest of my life. Responsibility can earn me a ton of things, such as money and treats. If I do an action or sometimes help my mother with an action, I gain a dollar or two or my mom gives me a treat, like Sweet Frog’s. In this case, I wouldn’t mind being responsible because it involves something that I care about dearly.

It was a fine Sunday Morning. I was about to experience a fun day of baseball. It was a beautiful afternoon for a trip to the ballpark. I could hardly wait to get there to experience all of the fun things. I was with my brother and his girlfriend and my two nephews and me.I got there by car with my brother's girlfriend and me and my nephew. When we got there we went to the park there and played on the playground. Then we headed up to our seats which were all the way at the top ,one of the best seats in the house. I went down to the concession stand and my brother gave me $20 to buy three pops and a small pop for my nephews and me. The guys who comes to you and give you the ice cream and stuff. we got slushies

I love that house we had so many memories in that house we group up there. I still remember my room. My room was decorated as princesses. What I love the most about my house was that my house was six blocks from my first elementary but once we move schools our house was only three block away from juanita jones elementary. When I was in 5th grade I came home one day and my parents and my neighbors had received a letter from the government saying that we had to move houses because they were going to expand the freeway so my parent started to find other houses I was sad about leaving I love that house I had so many memories. My house was next to a small liquor store call Bob's market. My sisters and i would always go to Bob's market before we went to school he would always give us free candy we still go and visit bob and his wife since our house is nearby but we don't visit as much.

I’ve spent my whole life living in that house ever since i moved from Georgia. We were the first people to ever live in that house, I even remember seeing them build the stairs in the house. I remember coloring the walls with every shade of the rainbow most the time it was either markers or crayons, but that’s what they make house paint for right? My room is one of my favorite

Summer of 1994. New York City smelled no different than hot rat piss and looked accordingly. Fresh off my 15th birthday and wandering the Brooklyn streets with Hakeem, we followed the music wherever it played. Our community cherished music through constant airplay. Anyone with loud speakers, either in their car, apartment, or boombox, blared any of the anthems from the future greats. Whether it's Nas, Wu-Tang, Biggie, or Tribe, the list is blissfully endless. Hakeem’s brother, a well-connected music promoter, gave Hakeem two tickets to this secret show he was putting on for Ice Cube, who, despite being the first notable west coast rapper, carries a rage within him that the east coast entirely recognizes.

When I was younger, my family and I moved into a small, white house on the very edge of Lockland. Now, it wasn't some amazing house at all. It had one bedroom, a living room, kitchen and bathroom; so small that it was like a flat for a college student.

The room was similar to an apartment it was so big. The resort was also located on the beach which was very convenient. One thing I remember the most about it was the restaurant. It was a buffet for every meal which took up a whole wall. They had so many fresh fruits that I had never had before like papaya, dragonfruit, starfruit and so many others. They also had a section just for desserts of every type like cakes, pies, fudges, puddings, and pastries. They also had some of the local sea life like seared lionfish, crab, grouper and so many more that I couldn’t even name. I also remember that the last day we stayed there was a local talent show in the main plaza which even included a troop of fire

The mirrored walls. It was like walking into a fun house exhibit. There were dozens of copies of myself as I moved from the front hallway to the kitchen. Everything was black, red, and white with dragons everywhere. It was a far cry from my Aunt Jo’s house with the plastic covered couch and painting of French Aristocrats dancing at a ball that hung on the wall. I’ll stick with the plastic covered furniture, thank you.

The brain is 3.3 pounds, has 86 billion nerve cells, and makes up 2% of 100% of people. Though this organ belongs to all people, it is still unique to everyone. The decision made, emotions felt, and life that was lived can be held in the palms of a person's hand.

Some days begin like any other, and then end in a way so unexpected, so devastatingly sad that it takes your breath away. You are left with questions like how could this be? Why did this happen? To which there is no answer. Your brain begins to hypothesize and rationalize and pick apart every detail, I should have known. There must have been a sign I missed. I live with these thoughts still, like a an incomplete jigsaw puzzle sitting on a table of sadness, in a house of guilt, on a long dark road of regret.

It was an ideal day to do an inquiry for my social study project. And to face death. Not that the two have anything in common. When you hear the term “sudden death,” you don’t expect there to be an actual loss of life, but there was nothing ordinary about that day. It was the day that affected everyone’s life. It was September 10, 2018. It’s not natural when in one flash you are doing a typical class project and, in another flash, something clicks your brain. Bahm! You then start acting like detectives. Suddenly everything falls as you come to realize the truth.

One day i was getting ready for the park with my dad, cousins and uncle.When i was ready for the park i got my soccer shoes.We were almost there to the park just talking to my cousins and uncles.When we got to the park we were setting up the goals,it wasn't that long.Then we were talking about who's being our teammates.

I stretched my arms out and looked up and down the beach. Although I lived in Waikiki for years, it'd been far too long since I took a vacation, let alone the beach, since I'm dealing with neverending piles of school assignments and activities. As I strolled along the coastline I can feel the soft smooth sand beneath my feet. I was taken in by the soothing atmosphere that encircled me. I closed my eyes, letting myself absorb the blistering rays of the sun on a scorching summer day. The beach was oddly quiet for this time of that year, only a handful of people sunbathing. I didn't mind, I was going to enjoy myself.

Then the 134 arrived. I got on, showed my pass to the bus driver and

My grandmother’s house has a very special place in my heart. As the family has gotten older and we have all had our own children we do not visit as we should. I visited with my grandmother many times when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the back door of her house you would notice a long, narrow kitchen that led into the main living and dining room of her house. The smell of food home cooked food was quite evident. Grandmother cooked every day and always cooked big meals on holidays for the family.