Personal Narrative Essay: Coulda (Coulda)

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

I was having the time of my life with my friends at a bike rally in New Port Richey. We all decided to leave and go to my house for a pool party. Everyone got into their cars and off we went. I have the music blaring and Erik and I are signing every song. All of a sudden a silver lift truck blow through a stop sign right in front of me. It was happening way to fast for me to do anything but slam on the breaks. The truck ran over the hood of my dinky Hyundai Elantra. Erik was sitting in the passenger seat with the seatbelt not buckled and a beer in is hand. The beer spelt all over the car.

the cops could never catch up to me. In March of 1965 before riding around George two guys decided they wanted to race me. After dropping my wife off, I told them my friend and I would meet them East of town and I started at where the funeral home is now and by the time I was at the nursing home corner I was doing 90 mph. Just a little way ahead there was a car sitting in the middle of the road, right where I was headed because of ice and water. I hit the brakes seconds before I collided with the car. I damaged the car and totaled mine. My friend in the passenger seat put his knee up and smudged the paint right off of the glove bow and when I saw the crash coming I grabbed the steering wheel as tight as I could and bent it forward until it vaguely resembled a steering wheel. Thankfully, no one was seriously hurt. The Highway patrol man never gave me a ticket because of the ice but looking at the damage, I thought it would be a good idea to give me a

With the slip of a hand, my friend was falling to the ground. I grabbed onto her, right before my head hit the mat with a crack. The room was spinning as blackness took over my eyesight. I got up on my feet, tripping as I ran to the next spot to throw another girl into the air. We needed to keep practicing, and I was giving my best effort to do so. My head was pounding, and I realized I couldn’t keep going. I didn’t want to hurt someone if I couldn’t catch them because of how I was feeling.

It was a typical day. Humid and a slight breeze in Calexico. I was driving west on Kloke Rd. I was at four street intersection. I saw a car coming, but it must have been 20 feet away from the stop. My uncle

We were at a dead stand still for about thirty minutes, after we had moved we came to a stop next to a police officer on the side of the road. My dad rolled down the window and asked the officer what had happened and he said that there was a bad accident involving two semis and some other cars. After the wreckage had been moved out of the way we began to start moving again. The accident finally came into view and you could see a giant hole in the side of one of the semis of where the other had hit it. To move completely through the accident it took about an hour so we still had another hour to go before we reached my aunts. Finally after twelve hours of driving we had finally reached our destination and right as we pulled into the driveway we were happily greeted by our

Meg Lowery once said, “Being a single parent is not life full of struggles, but a journey for the strong.” From personal experience, I know that being raised by a single mother is very humbling. Throughout my life there have been several trials and tribulations. Growing up with one parent has definitely taught me about having faith. Seeing things like seeing my mother struggle to make sure my brothers and I had everything we needed. I never allowed that to hinder me. I let it motivate me to become who I am today. I feel it has made me diverse. I am now able to be a leader and a follower. Despite the past, I am able to be confident, while also being able to be humble. One of the most humbling experiences I’ve ever been a part of was when I was

“It’s right over there in the basket,” he quickly answered. As I walked over to pick up the volleyball I had an ever better idea. My homemade grenade was already circular and about the size of a volleyball, so I just painted it the same color and design as a volleyball. My master plan was set.

I now understand that in a community there is a strict code we live by that is in place for a reason, to protect and keep the people of that community safe. As a minor, only in possession of a Junior Operator's License, it is my responsibility as part of the community to abide by the regulations set in place. I displayed an extreme lapse of judgement in failing in my duty to adhere to these rules, and may have put my own life and the life of my friends in jeopardy. For this reason I can never forgive myself.

There is this feeling that has overcome me in the past few weeks, a feeling that I am clinging to something that does not exist anymore. That I am clinging to a feeling, to a time of freedom and innocence. I’m clinging to games played in the backyard, to the smell of grass as I tumble down a hill, to play dates, blanket forts and stamping in muddy puddles. I am clinging to childhood.

As I lay on the frozen, solid ground, my heart galloped and my stomach plummeted. I glanced down and examined my leg. Blood flowed from the shrapnel penetrated flesh. Unfortunately, the excruciating pain remained the only thought I could comprehend. The surgeon glanced my leg over and assigned me to his colleague. Did this imply I stand as a lost cause? His assistant stood lanky and gaunt with a reassuring smile. I encountered him before and trusted his work. Blood covered his tunic and his hands. He began to scrutinize and analyze the wound examining for infection. The adjunct analyzed his thoughts out loud, and he worked in a voluble manner. "What is your pain level?" he asked. "A 13 on a scale of 10" I replied. He worked diligently and

While we were driving we almost crashed with a old blue truck that seemed like it had been through a lot.What happened was we were driving and as my dad was accelerating, the truck just came out of no where and cut us off.What the heck! So we arrived at the airport and when went to get our tickets the employee at the ticket

“Get ready for pain, get ready for pain” that's all that was going through my head as my car and I were doing 360’s all over highway 395 heading straight for the bottom of a river or straight into trees. The last I remember in this moment was taking a curve and seeing another car's headlights flooding my eyes as it hurtled towards me in my lane. Of course my initial instinct was to slam on my brakes to stop myself from colliding with this car, little did I know at the time you should not hit your brakes to quickly if it's been raining. After making this mistake I started to hydroplane and lose control of my black Cadillac, ,my rear end started fishtailing all over the slick road. That's when the other car realized what was happening and jerked back to their lane with seconds to spare. What had felt like eternity when my car finally stopped spinning, I opened my eyes to realize I was untouched and unhurt. I carefully

“Get ready for pain, get ready for pain” that's all that was going through my head as my car and I were doing 360’s all over highway 395 heading either straight for the bottom of a river or straight into trees. The last I remember in this moment was taking a curve and seeing another car's headlights flooding my eyes as it hurtled towards me in my lane. Of course my initial instinct was to slam on my brakes to stop myself from colliding with this car, little did I know at the time you should not hit your brakes to quickly if it's been raining. After making this mistake I started to hydroplane and lose control of my black Cadillac, ,my rear end started fishtailing all over the slick road. That's when the other car realized what was happening and jerked back to their lane with seconds to spare. What had felt like eternity when my car finally stopped spinning, I opened my eyes to realize I was untouched and unhurt. I carefully put my car

My boyfriend and I climbed out of the passenger side of his car, using the center console as a step. As soon as we got out we looked behind us to see where the other car ended up. It was gone, the person who ran us off the road managed not to crash and ran. We were confused and mad, not knowing why someone would do that. Three witnesses pulled over to check on us. One of the witnesses was mad too and said that she was going to try to chase the other driver down, we were appreciative of this. While this lady was gone I had managed to call the highway patrolman and let them know what happened. We were outside and it was very windy and cold. We grabbed extra jackets from the car and bundled up. After making sure both of our parents were aware, the lady who chased the other driver down came back. She had gotten his license plate and even talked to him. The lady told us the man that ran us off the road said he was not coming back! Hearing this was mind blowing, how could a person be so arrogant to do