Personal Narrative Essay: My Experience To Monkey Island

There are millions of people around us, the sound is so loud it’s almost unbearable. Everyone is waiting in line to board the SS Nevada, the ship that is going to take us all to Ellis island, the gateway to America. I can hear the chatters of excitement echoing about their freedom in America, but I’m having mixed feelings about leaving. I’m excited to go because I will receive my freedom and be reunited with my mother and father, but I’m also devastated that I have to leave you and the rest of Ireland behind. Tears escape my eyes just thinking about not being able to talk to you every day, but I promise I’ll write like this often once I reach America.

As an 8-year-old child, the worlds scary place. Everywhere you look there’s something terrifying. From people the size of giants, roaming the streets, with no care what so ever with their surroundings or just realizing that in a few years would come the most difficult and emotionally unstable time of my life. Sure, those things may be slightly exaggerated, but what I do know is the most horrendous experience I had in the land of joy that ultimately ruined my love Disney for many years.

The thing that I miss most about summer is King's island. I had a pass so I could go when I wanted to and it was always a fun time. It is a good time to hang out with friends and go on rides. My favorite ride there is the beast because it isn’t too bumpy and it has a ton of sharp turns and caves. It also is slightly scary with all of the fake warning signs. The food at Kings Island is also decent so I wouldn’t have to go get lunch. If I get tired of the rides then I can go on the water rides and the wave pool. The water rides don’t usually have the longest of lines if you get there early but if not then they are worth it. My favorite overall is the Tropical Plunge. This ride has the drop shoot, You stand in a vertical tube and you wait for the countdown and the floor drops underneath your feet. You then shoot down the tube and you make it to the end. All of these factors make Kings Island a very fun place, and the thing that I miss the most from summer.

The larger your dreams, the tougher your challenge, the more ambitious your goal, the more likely it is you will face a plethora of difficulties on your way towards it.

Monkey Beach is a story of multiple layers, expanding and growing in complex ways through every page. Monkey Beach combines multiple themes such as happiness, and mishap, grief and survival into one story, creating a suspenseful novel that is calm, yet filled with much adventure which impacts each character differently, making them grow and develop in different ways. This novel is written by Eden Robinson, born January 19th, 1968. Robinson has an older brother and younger sister, and lived in the Haisla territory that is close to the Kitamaat village right by the coast of British Columbia and was a the daughter of a mixed parentage. When she was young, her biggest influence was Stephen King as she read his books many times from when she was 10 all the way to 14. Due to Stephen King, she quickly became a “bookworm” and began writing when she started studying at the University of Victoria for creative writing. After graduating, Robinson moved to Vancouver to look for work that would let her write. After working small jobs at night and having a short story published in PRISM International magazine, she decided to go into a master’s program in the University of British Columbia. She later wrote Trapline, which was her first book and was published in 1996, later winning her the Winifred Holtby award. After many months, Robinson began writing Monkey Beach in her apartment, she worked hard to make the novel complex and compelling and published it in 2000 which resulted in her

“Shawn have you ever heard of Hawaii?”, my father asked while we sat down for dinner. At that moment I already knew what was about to happen. My parents had been “joking around” recently about moving but I could tell that the jokes were progressively getting more and more serious, and this scared me. “No” I replied trying to avoid the subject. “Well it’s an amazing place, and your dad just scored a job transfer there and me and him are pretty set on it now.” I was distraught, I didn’t even want to think about leaving all of my friends and family that lived in texas.

It was an early morning in antioch california where I was vast asleep at my grandma’s house. Until my father suddenly woke me up and said “we have to go” and that's how it all started. So I got up and got dressed, ate little bit of cereal and hopped outside with my bags. “Oh my god” I said as loud as I could without waking anyone up around us. There it was A LIMO FOR ME I almost fainted until grandma said “this is just the beginning. We got in the limo and started our adventure. About a 2 hour nap later we arrived at the SFO airport around 8am. I got my bags and said goodbye to our amazing driver, then walked right through those electric airport doors with the biggest smile ever.

I thought I would touch bases, before Russ and I leave for 3 weeks. We should be returning just about the time you go on your Channel Island trip. We are headed to Branson, Missouri, for a week, a time-share condo. Then we will start back via, Witchita, Kansas, to visit with one of Russ' sisters and assorted family, then on to Dallas to stay with his other sister and attend the MacPherson clan annual general meeting. After that we will head home.

During my part time employment with River Island, I was privileged to be promoted to sales manager for women’s products which allowed me to develop numerous management qualities and communication skills. These ranged from keeping financial records, customer care, managing and meeting weekly sales targets and problem

As I am on my way to Ellis Island I hear someone yell, "Fedora." I turn, and see my handsome husband,Danko Dembinski; before I know what's going on, a river of warm salty tears stream down my cheeks. I have not seen my husband since we first boarded the foul, feces filled ship over a month ago. The captain had informed everyone, that any male that was fit for physical labor, would be helping onboard the ship which meant they probably wouldn't see their families until the end of the voyage. I had gotten so used to seeing Danko every day that being away from him was one of the hardest parts of the trip.Every day I would wonder aloud, to no one in particular, where my loving husband was. Even if Danko hadn't been chosen to work with the Captain, I still would not have seen him often since there was well over 100 people crammed on this tiny ship.

Trying to find memories is like looking for treasure. You look at the surface and see something mediocre, but you dig deep and find something cool, pretty, and meaningful. It took a while to think of a fond memory, but once I thought of some, it was hard to choose a favorite. Growing up I have had many great experiences in the form of vacations. Between going to Disney World, owning a vacation home, hanging out with my grandparents in Arizona, traveling to Canada and more. They all make amazing memories that I will forever cherish. The vacation spot we go to the most, though, is Wisconsin Dells. A few times I have been allowed to invite friends to come with. When I am allowed to bring friends, it is always a ginormous amount of fun. We goof off in the hotel room, play in the arcades, and swim in the water parks.

The main character in the story is Jim Hawkins. He is a young boy who looks for adventure. He and a few experienced men search for Ben Gunn, and want to have him enlist in their cause. They steal the Hispanolia (a ship) and return it to the captain to which it rightfully belongs.

Those who are young with energy and risk takers, revel in a hearty chase. This so happens to occur in human nature, something unreachable seemingly captivate our attention, and in turn shadows us even more to grab at it. I know what we saw in each other in those numbered days. A sudden exhilaration for the opposite, with each passing day, we grew more intrigued by each other's mere presence and actions. Fishing was a trigger of our emotions, a connection surpassing physical attention, or mental attention. It was a unification of two souls borne from one

Like it was yesterday I remember my first vacation on a cruise. My Dad and I went on a three- day long cruise to The Bahamas. I had never been on a cruise, so it was a new experience for me. We needed to be in Tampa for our departure, so we drove the two hours from Orlando, Florida to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. My Dad and I used this time to talk, make plans for the trip and think about our upcoming adventures on the cruise.

I waked up and I looked to my left to see my parents were watching the sunrise on