Personal Narrative Essay : My Personal Experience In My Life

Everyone hopes that they can find a friend that they love and trust like family. I was lucky enough to find multiple but Lizzy Maxwell is probably my greatest friend yet. Lizzy is one of the most interesting people you could ever meet. She is hilarious, caring but also very hardworking. She has been my best friend since the third grade when we both joined the same girl scout troop, that we both ended up quitting the next year only to join the same lacrosse team. We have lived in the same small neighborhood our entire lives, and spent nearly every day together throughout grade school. I don’t think I know anyone better than I know Lizzy Maxwell. Even 400 miles apart I can still imagine her long brown hair, tan Mediterranean skin and radiating

Austin is 16 and will be a junior this year. Austin and I never use to get along. We would bicker over anything possible. Now we are as close as ever! We ride around, jam to Aux Cord Killers, and chill at Sonic to get Purple O’s. My mom Brandy is a registered nurse at the big Baptist Health in Little Rock. She is pretty cool I mean she did give birth to me! She works 3 12 hour days

Dylan and I are an unexpected match. I stand about two feet over his baseball capped head so he must take two steps for each of my strides. He knows everything about cars, Star Wars and playing video games, where I am more interested in being outside, Miss Congeniality, and playing music. Yet our toothy grins and positive outlooks make us inseparable.

One of my closest friends, Leah, has always been a good listener. Whenever I’m going through a rough patch in my life, she is the first person I go to.

I was shy and she was a ball of curls and energy, she floated through the room exploring everything in her path. We were inseparable from that point on, I guess opposites do attract. In 6th grade, Shannon Huff’s family moved from Wyoming while her dad took care of her dying grandmother. They decided to stay after she passed. Shannon was quiet like me. We got along very well because of our pessimistic attitudes. Brooklyn Jones was the last to join our group. Lily was her self-assigned tour guide when she noticed Brooklyn’s panicking expression wandering through school. My friends are a handful and exhausting, but they are the best of friends that I could have ever asked

Being the new kids in a huge school is difficult. Therefore, knowing one friend was helpful. Her name is Rachel. Other than that, I knew five kids who I’ve said about two words to. I actually got lucky having Rachel in my team class, except her homeroom was the other teacher. On the first day of school, I got lost. It wasn’t the best start to the day, so when I walked in the room and saw a familiar face, I smiled.

would sometimes hang out with friends that I barely talk to. Friends always come and go from

The very first essay we had to write in the beginning of the semester was a narrative essay on any topic of our choosing. I chose to share about how I met my best friend and a couple other friends while we were in middle school. My experience writing that essay was very meaningful on my heart and made me appreciate our friendship even more. I enjoy narrative essays because your open to just let everything flow with little restrictions. I could tell my story how I wanted too.

One night, I remember sitting in bed, trying to fall asleep. I hear my Mom’s voice. She’s sad. Whenever she talks I don’t hear a response; she must be on the phone. I

When I was a child, I thought the world of my parents. Up until recently, I still did but, after that, my opinion changed. Allow me to elaborate. Around one month before my birthday my aunt was due to have her first child. The toffee colored walls and dark oak floors of the home werewere like those of the evening hours of a desolate campground. The familiar faces and calligraphy on the walls presented me with a situation in which I felt no discomfort whatsoever. My mind was at peace in that home, regardless of the circumstances. The rough carpet between my toes provided me with a sense of belonging and purpose. The flow of memories overloaded my mind causing the room to spin based off the sheer amount of what had happened here. The intensity and magnitude of these initial moments were similar to when one consumes a spicy pepper or the initial flavor of a Lemonhead candy, painful at the beginning, but oddly pleasing as time goes on.

When I was in the 8th grade an interesting event happened to me that changed me. One day I was outside for lunch in the middle of May. Me and some unnamed friends would always take like three or four apples outside everyday. We would eat them most of the time then we would throw them. Sometimes at people and at targets. Yes, we were very immature. My school had a shed outside to store track equipment. There was a couple kids standing there so I threw an apple at the shed and it hit above their heads and splattered on one of them.

Time slowed down and gravity lifted as my car drifted over the thin black sheet of glass. My car didn't stop until it connected with the telephone pole next to the road. The impact threw me into the air bag and broke all of my windows. I must have been in a lot of pain because the next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital the next morning, with my right arm and left leg in a cast and a nurse standing over me. She told me that they were unable to find any identification on me so they couldn't call anyone to let them know about the accident. That made sense considering I accidently left my wallet at work, which I was driving home on a back road from when I hit the pole. She brought me a computer and let me borrow her phone to contact those that I needed to.

I drift off to sleep with Zachary on my mind. When I wake up the next morning I find my best friend Ryleigh at the end of my bed with starbucks. Ryleigh and I met when she moved here her freshman year. She joined the cheer squad and we instantly became close. Ryleigh is a happy going person that is never negative, always on the positive side. She gives the best advice and I can’t imagine life without her.

I suppose my family” began with Justene Whitehead. Justene was beautiful even in seventh grade. To this day i am envious of her unique style. That girl always looks chic. We grew very close our freshmen year of high school. We were both in City Lights show choir. Justene was the only person I knew and our friendship grew very quickly. We spent a lot of our show choir class time trying not to laugh at each other 's facial expressions in the mirrors of the choir room. She introduced me to many different people and taught me that it was okay to put myself out there and have fun.

Childhood friends. They’re always so pleasant to have, but when reality does its part, leaving them behind is such a scar. Aaliyah Rays and Aiden Cope were childhood best friends! They were neighbors. They went to the same school and they always came over to each others’ houses. It was nothing but good ol’ memories for them.