Personal Narrative Essay : A Trip To The Mall Of America

When I was seven years old I used to live in Minneapolis, Minnesota, I attended Harvest Prep Middle School. A lot of my friends talk about what I thought was a dream, The Mall of America. It was the biggest Mall in the USA. I begged my mom can we go, but it was always the same answer NO! Javaughn, We don’t have the money for that rite now! I was devastated, all my friends came to school talking about all the excitement that was there.

It was a nice summer morning we I was all of a suden shoke like turbulence on a plane to wake up. It turns out I slept threw my alarm to wake up for the day. It was about 11:00 am and today we were heading to Florida and our flight takes off at 1:00 pm. You may think that we had time to make the airport in Milwaukee but, we had to drive all the way to Chicago, Illinois because there was no flight for Florida in Milwaukee. Luckily I had packed the day before with the rest of my family so all we had to do was wait for our aunt Lisa to take us to the aiport in Chicago. She showed up five minutes later with a mini van and there was about seven of us jammed in there. It was alright for me because in our family if you called “shot-gun” or “I

At last, the bell finally rung, and I was headed home to get my gear. Hastily packing because lessons began at approximately 4:30, with about an hour drive. I hopped in the car next to Carolyn with minimal excitement. My nerves began to set in. I sat back and attempted to relax while we traveled past Delaware onto Earlville. Watching cars and fields pass by aided me to relieve some stress. I quickly forgot where I was going and why. Time flew by in that red Ford Escape. The trip from Manchester to Asbury seemed to only take fifteen minutes instead of forty five. We arrived far too soon, yet we were still late.

I went to Orlando, Florida. First we got lunch at the airport then we got ready for our plane to leave. Then we got on the plane after half an hour of sitting and waiting. Finally after a long plane ride we were in Florida. After we got our bag we went across the street to get our rental car.

David Guterson’s, Enclosed. Encyclopedic. Endured: One Week at the Mall of America, offers a commentary revolving around modern American malls and their effects on society. Guterson claims that while American malls offer a look into American culture, they have altered society to become more shallow and materialistic through his observations of the Mall of America. Guterson also predicts that in future times, the traditional marketplace will be replaced by the desolate megamalls of tomorrow. Guterson asserts that while malls provide a window into American culture, what he observes is cause for alarm. Every year, Americans spend their hard earned money in malls. Sales for the Mall of America jumped from 650 million dollars in 1993, to 1 billion

A few hours earlier I had no idea what I was going to be doing with my afternoon. My family and I sat in the car talking, while my mom drove down the freeway. We started to drive into the city, big sky scrapers surrounded us. My mom exited the freeway and headed downtown. I’d only been in Chicago once before, and it had been for a short hour. We drove around until we found a parking garage. I hopped out of the car, stretching my legs. If you have ever been in an underground parking garage you know their cool and can smell pretty awful. Then we headed out to explore.

The next day, I went to work and it was very hard. My boss kept making me do errands and work that wasn’t mine to do but I didn’t care because I am going to show the world what I am made of and that I am not going to back down.

I remember sitting at our dining room table, looking past the window. I wasn’t much older than eleven. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon, and I was bored out of my mind. I sighed, wishing there was something exciting to do. My mother told me that I should go outside and play, but I had already played at our playground what seemed like a million times already. The playground was only ten yards away from our small 800 square foot apartment, in the heart of Omaha, Nebraska. This was a convenience to some kids, but to me it was aggravating. I sat there in that wooden dining chair thinking how this summer had been one of the most uneventful summers I had ever had. I daydreamed about the summers of when I was living in Upstate New York. Ever since

"Yes we are there," replied mom. It was nearly 11pm when we finally reached the World quest resort at Orlando Florida. My dad found a parking spot when we entered the resort. Everybody got out of the seat, but when I tried to get out from the car seat I cried, "Mom, I don't think that I can get out of my seat."

When I was in Kindergarten we went to Disney World for the first time. It was our last day, and since my brother was still in a stroller, we went to mostly shows. The only problem with that is trying to leave the show can be difficult because there are so many people trying to leave the same theatre at once. We were at Animal Kingdom and had been there all day. Our family friends were with us, there were 5 of them in there family. It was an especially crowded day, everything we did we had to wait in line for, usually over an hour. Waiting in line was boring, and made me want to run around even more than I normally did when I was 5.

It was another monotonous, scorching summer Friday. We had burgers and hot dogs on the grill sizzling and calling our taste buds. Then we had finished supper. Dad had a gig at Hudson Booster Days later that night. We went back outside to shoot some hoops. Jonah, Hannah, Eli, and I played a pickup basketball game and then got bored again. We went in to cool off a little and took a little break.

Upon arrival, my family and I obtained our bags and were off to see our family. Skyscrapers and infinite stores aligned the streets in the magnificent capital. Snaking around the mountains for what seemed to be a lifetime, we finally reached the hotel near the glistening sapphire glass like lake. We left our luggage and decided to take a boat ride around the enormous lake. While

The Mall of America is known as one of Minnesota’s most famous landmarks. Did you know that about half a billion people have visited it since the day it opened? Today I will be telling talking about MOA which happens to be one of my favorite places.

While working at JCPenney, a young woman and her grandmother came into the store to have the granddaughter fitted for her first bra. The grandmother took me aside and explained how embarrassed the girl was about developing. Instead of fitting her right off, I walked around the department with her, showing her all the cute styles available for young girls. I didn’t mention her own nervousness, but instead explained to her my own trepidations when purchasing my first bra. This process made her feel more at ease, and she ended up enjoying the process of selecting bras. The grandmother wrote into the manager of the store thanking me for making the experience easy for both of them.

As a kid, you want to be the opposite of just bored and stuck at home all day. Then all of a sudden my family and I made a last minute trip to head out to Rockford and at the age of just seven, I have only been to Rockford a countless amount of times. However, I did not picture the whole thing to be as terrifying as it was. The only location that my family tended to go to was the CherryVale Mall. Throughout the whole day, getting dragged from store to store by my parents who were fond of shopping and window shopping. We must have walked miles because of all the shopping, making my legs so tired. The benefit afterwards, when my parents were done shopping and were free to watch over us more in the play place. I mean if you were seven, why wouldn’t