Personal Narrative Essay: Giant Yard Sales

I was only 6 at the time and didn’t have any money of my own, but this year I had the opportunity to buy everyone gifts. For my mom, I got her something I know she would love because it was from me. Everyone has opened their gifts and we’re finally down to my moms. She picks up my gift and shouts “Woohoo” in excitement. “Thank you ladybug, I love it so much, we’re going to go there today” she says to me. It was an Old Navy gift card.

It was a nice day to go pumpkin picking with my family. We went to the local farms to pick our pumpkins. I wanted to pick the perfect one.

We went to the store and bought toiletries, bread, peanut butter and jelly, water, juice boxes, and many other things to distribute to the homeless around town. These items were essentials that were desperately needed by these people, and the money we raised in order to get these items went a long way. We were very nervous about just walking up to people and passing these things out, the idea of a stranger coming up to you and handing you items is a scary thought in itself, but being on the other end is even scarier because you don’t know how others will react.

There was a canteen that I put up for the kids, parents and friends to come and get a cold ice cream or a nice cold beverage or when they are hungry, I sold practically anything. The money

One quiet morning I was sitting on my couch playing games when my I heard my dad jingling his key. So I decided to get up and see what or where he was going.

Growing up, my parents were both construction workers for a company named, Motec, and it was a good paying job. As kids my parents would buy my brother and I any toys we dreamed of and they had no limit on giving us what we wanted but that job did not last because it ended up closing down and firing all their workers including my parents. My parents did not have a job for a while and my parents were desperate. My dad's sister came over with her husband one day and brought a brand new white van and I was excited at the new sighting because the first thing I thought of was that we were going to go on roadtrips and we would travel to new places but I never thought that they would fill it up with items such as clothes, toys, etc and go to the swap meet to sell it. Every Sunday they would get up at 5:00 in the morning and drive to the Orange Show Swap Meet in San Bernardino. They sold about $300 worth of stuff every

It wasn't until I was an adult that my appreciation for Fred Rodgers was established. I imagine it's the same with most of us. As a child, Mr. Rodgers Neighborhood wasn't my favorite show. It was just something to watch on a warm sunny summer afternoon.

Glengarry Glen Ross and Death of a Sales man were two extraordinary plays that were released decades ago and are still the basis of many conversations and debates today. The main protagonists in these plays are Shelley Levene; a middle aged sales man who was once very successful in his line of work, and Willy Lowman; a 62-year-old salesman who has been chasing after the American Dream his whole life. These two shared a lot of similarities, the main one being that they are not tragic heroes. Many writers have debated over the past decades whether or not Shelley and Willy are meant to be tragic heroes. From the views of Aristotle and Miller, they are not tragic heroes.

"Mom, can you take me to go buy a Nerf gun please." I requested. She replied to me by saying to raise the money. So my family and I had a garage sale on the weekend. My brother and I sold lemonade, toys, and games. My brother and I split the money with my minute brother and got 50% of the money. I earned a little money, but not enough to purchase the Hyperfire Nerf gun.

Ultimately, after examining the child's location with an ultrasound, the physician informed Dax, "I have to take her for the C-section." I yowled for 10 mins. I was so dissatisfied. I attempted actually difficult! Yet she appeared magnificently. They placed her on my breast, and also I was so delighted that everyone was safe.

The agency I chose to interview was MyHouse at 300 North Willow in Wasilla, Alaska. Their mission is to provide safe shelter for homeless youth with a goal of connecting kids to a network of caring individuals and agencies able to assist them in becoming self-sufficient. They have a board of directors that meet regularly to discuss issues and where to go next with the agency.

It is Thursday, August 24th, the opening day of the Minnesota State Fair. I am here with my family, a friend and his mom, and one of my sister’s friends. It seems so long since last year’s fair. I always look forward to the state fair, even though it’s pretty much the same every year.

Eighteen years ago Julie Carol Parton (my loving mother) and Ric Parton (my inspirational father) brought Logan Parton (that's me) into this unique and vastly changing world. Little did I know that one day I was going to set immensely challenging goals to achieve. I grew up in a small town, near the corner of Indiana, known as Vevay. For the early portions of my life I lived on a middle sized farm with my family. There always was two different perspectives within our household. On one side of the house there was my father and my oldest sister Christina, and on the other side was my mother and my middle sister Melisa. The perspective that my father and oldest sister shared was that they both felt the want to make money and move away from Vevay, on the other side my mother and middle sister had the mindset of wanting to be farmers and

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

In the back of my high school, there was a dirt plot, fenced in, covered in weeds, and it was going to concreted over. I walked past the dirt plot and wondered “Why doesn’t anyone do something with it?” I thought about it on the way home from school and I talked to my friends about it. I told them that I wanted to do something with space, we came up with many things to do with the space before but then I realized that we could use the space for a garden. I remembered that I love gardening, when I was young my mom and I would always garden together, we would have the best time harvesting our plants and we bonded so much over our garden.