Personal Narrative Essay : A Everyday Day

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

It hurts. My bright red bruises under the light were buzzing from the pain. The yelling and arguing were muffled by my loud sobs. Why did this have to happen to me? I was just a kid, I didn’t do anything! Stomp stomp stomp. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. He found me and yelled into my ears even more. I was called ugly, fat, disgusting, useless, girly, weak. The words ringed in my ears as I asked myself once again, why? I was like a slave, I couldn’t defend myself, I had to survive the beatings. I succumbed to the insults and descended into chaos.

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

I flew into his room to find his bed empty.I started to panic ,He had been that he was very restless and tired because of those loud monsters partying until the nic of dawn.As I

He’s asleep on the floor with blankets messily thrown over him. I bet this is his room. He’s still asleep and slightly snoring. He looks

?WHAT?!? he screamed suddenly, causing me to stumble backwards until I fell. I sat up, waiting for him to open his eyes and acknowledge our presence. The children were wailing, and after appeasing them I explained to them that their father was only sleeping, and that he was very tired. A long while later, they willingly stepped outside to play.

The next morning I woke up pressed against the wall, my hair in disarray around my head and my shirt bunched up on the sides. I lifted myself up and groggily rubbed my eyes before doing the usual.

For the first three years of my son’s life, I rarely slept through the night because he almost never did. Not only was this a very tiring time of my life, it was very confusing. I was reading a lot

I climbed our stairs around midnight, carefully and quietly. I knew Ben had already been asleep for a while and I didn 't want to wake him up. I had just fed Brode and needed to get him all swaddled up before laying him down to sleep. As I placed my sweet son on the bed, wide-eyed and with a crooked smile, I starred at him and began to weep.

want to go back to sleep because I was afraid that would happen again. As much as I tried to

When I was young, my mom and/or dad would tuck me in bed, and they would read me a story, out of my gigantic dark blue Disney fairy tale book. Then I did not think I would ever go a night without being tucked in, but now my parents and I just say “Goodnight” then head off to hit the hay so to speak. And before my mom would leave the room for me to get some sleep after she would read a story, I would say “Wait mom! Where are my Butterfly kisses?!” She would say “Oh, okay sweetie.” And sometimes I would just be silly and keep my mom in the room just because

The parents will monitor the child’s sleep habit at home and report back to the doctors the results. The parents will be given the option to place the child on medication due to the recent injury. The child will undergo an at home sleep monitoring study to see if there is more activity than what appeared at the hospital in the previous segment. Footage will reveal the parents taking shifts to monitor the child during the night to avoid injury and danger. The parents and the child will take about their fears of the possible dangers. Not only will the child be exhausted, but the parents, and siblings as well. The sibling will talk about the sounds the sibling would make during their sleepwalking actions.

As the night became darker and darker I became more tired. My husband and I crawled into our tiny tent that we had gotten at Wal-Mart real quick because we didn’t have any other one. I was uncomfortable laying on the ground but it was worth it because I got to reconnect with a few of my best friends from high school.

I slept for a while until my Mom rapped on the door and shouted, "Get up dear!"

It is 5:57am on a Wednesday morning and I am dreading the sound of my alarm