Personal Narrative Essay : A Personal Story

There. I had to look to where she pointed- the third floor, the paint peeling, wooden bars Papa had nailed on the windows so we wouldn’t fall

At around six o’clock in the morning, we walked out of the house and all piled up into

into every person on the street just because I did not want to miss anything

hit my soft pink skin and left me with a silent shiver up my spine. I

As I walked through the empty hall towards the steps to go downstairs, I remembered how my siblings and I would slide down the steps with blankets under us like sleds through snow, I

Consequently, this thrill quickly faded as I shot up roughly like a bullet, harshly cutting

I was watching my uncle rebuild his dune buggy engine.I walked to the cooler to get a drink. I was walking to the camp fire. When all the sudden I was bit by a dog. I looked at my leg.

The rest of the day went by like when you rip off a band aid, fast yet, still painful.

First of all, I sat there and took in all the different sights. At first glance all you would see is the grill and my uncle probably standing in front of the grill. As I pay closer attention, if I look to the right as I pass through the door I notice the big white freezer. In that freezer

After a few minutes of driving, we finally arrived at the shelter. I vaulted out of the car and raced inside the shelter. My mom shouted at me to wait for her. I waited patiently at the entrance.

me to come in and to follow him. He waddled into the living room where

I stepped inside and closed the door, "Mommy! Daddy got me a present! Did you see it?"

I continued to walk several blocks until my mom picked me up and we went to her house. She made me

hurt like hell. I slowly got up and my mind was focused on the thing I

curtain and hit me in the back. After that I felt a pint bottle in my back.