Personal Narrative Essay : My Rain Day : A Fall Day

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

It all began on a perfect fall day. Prancing home from the bus, watching the leaves dance in the wind as the slight chill on my skin gave me goosebumps. Heading for my home, swinging open the door; My fall day became not-so-perfect anymore. My Dad, sitting in his brown chair. “Hello sweetheart, how was school?”

It was a bitter cold sleeting Texas day in February when we laced up our spikes and hit the diamond to continue our school tradition. It was our senior year and basketball season had just ended two days before. Cody and I were the three and four hitters in the lineup and it still felt like we were in our sleeveless jerseys. Third pitch of my at bat I get hit by a pitch in the back. I told my first base coach "what a wonderful way to start off the season in 30-degree weather." and he then laughed. Cody came up to the plate with the bases loaded and hit a grand slam on the first pitch he saw. We won our first game of the season and we all knew that it would be a special one, but for Cody and I it would be different from all the rest of our teammates all thanks to one coach.

I heard the click of the lock and my mom pushed the door open. We were greeted with an excited Coco. Her tail would wag furiously from left to right, making a thumping noise against the furniture and shakes her entire body in the process. My shoulders relax, and I did not realize how good it feels to be home. My brother pushes past me. The stench coming from his dirty and ripped up football jersey made my nose wrinkle. He rushes ahead to take a shower before dinner. That’s when a familiar smell hits me. A growling noise came from deep inside my stomach, wanting to be fed after a long tiring Thursday at school.

It was a beautiful summer day.The sweet smell of sunflowers blooming through our backyard was similar to the smell of honey. There were so many different types of birds and insects flying around me that I never even knew existed. With water balloons flying around my sister and I, we heard a holler from my mom, “Let’s go, we need to go to Costco!” at the sound of my mom’s voice mentioning Costco my sister and I dropped our water balloons, cleaned the mess as fast as we could. We ran inside, as fast as a race car driver, gulping down the glass of milk my mom neatly placed on the table. With white mustaches we stood next my mom’s silver toyota camry, ready to go. As my mom finished the last of the dishes, we strapped on our seat belts over the booster seat and went to our favorite store.

It was 6:25 AM and I was beginning to wake up. I was on my top bunk of our bunk bed and I said to myself I feel like doing something to get me in trouble. I crawled out of my sheets trying not to hit my head on the ceiling fan. I jumped off the stairs of the bunk bed onto the old wooden floor. On impact I heard my sister say i’m hungry from her little princess bed. My sister Izzy and I walked in to the kitten for a meal. She got a tortilla, cold hotdog, and a dill pickle. I went for a peanut and butter jelly sandwich. After breakfast, I went outside to feed the 4 dogs we had. But be for I did I got my sandals. I opened the back door leading to the fresh morning air. I hoped down from the cement stairs onto the cold moist grass. With every step

In the eighties, I was a young police officer and a high-school athletic coach. In the fall, one night during wrestling season I had an experience that would change my life and Worldview forever, that fateful night would change numerous perspectives, perceptions and lives both young and old.

Today, the weather was very humid and warm outside for mid-October. It was a comfortable temperature outside, so I decided to take my fall jacket off because I did not want to be too hot as I was walking around the market. I’m estimating that it was approximately mid to low 20’s in temperature today, so whenever a breeze arose, it was refreshing because it was pretty warm outside. I decided that today I would take a walk through the dessert sections of the market before going to sit by the outdoor firepit. There were many vendors selling fudge and pastries, so this was something I purchased because I was heading home that afternoon and I thought my family would enjoy these treats. The firepit was not turned on today because it was fairly warm outside, but I still decided to sit in one of the Adirondack chairs surrounding the firepit to take in everything that was happening around me. It was very busy at the market around this time because it was the weekend, and everybody was taking the opportunity to spend time with their families outside on the warm fall day. I also noticed an older man performing a compilation of folk songs on the guitar, and a small group of people huddled around the area listening to him perform. I started to become restless after sitting in the chair for about ten minutes, so I decided to continue walking to one of the buildings at the farmer’s market. Throughout my childhood, my parents would usually take me and my sisters to St. Jacobs Farmers’

8th grade: I learned taking things for granted was a bad idea. On December 17, 2011, my mom was celebrating an early Christmas party with her friends in San Mateo, California. Around 1:30 in the morning, she headed to the bathroom and that’s when her life changed. She lost feeling in her body and her face looked drowsy. She luckily ran out the bathroom yelling for help, then passed out seconds later. The ambulance came in a matter of minutes. I woke up that morning, the house was silent as a library. I said “Good morning Beary” to my hamster, Chewy. There was a sense of sobbing in the kitchen, it was my Lola. “What’s wrong?” as I asked. She responds “Your mom is in the hospital and she had a stroke”. I broke down in tears like the Niagara Waterfalls. My lolo told us that my mom would have her surgery at Stanford Hospital since Mills Peninsula couldn’t take the procedure.

I set down my computer not knowing what to write about. It was almost time for school and I was exhausted. I looked at the alarm clock it was 6:30 a.m. Just then my mom walked into my bedroom and said, “Time to get up Spencer. It’s the last day of school for you, before we move to Malibu. How long have you been awake?” I thought for a moment. “About an hour, but I can explain. I needed to think of ideas for the book I’m writing.” I said. She looked at me with rage, “Spencer! A growing girl needs a lot of sleep!” I stood up from my desk, and went to my dresser. “I’m going to get dressed,” I said as my mom walked out of the room. I opened my top dresser drawer, and pulled out a white tank top with black polka dots in it. As I put my new shirt

Ally was about to move to a whole new city, Brookridge. She wasn’t excited at all. She was going to miss her friends at her old school. Ally just wished she could stay where she liked it. She really wanted to tell her mom that she didn’t want to move to a new city. Ally hasn’t told her mom yet because her mom was very excited about moving. Ally didn’t have the heart to tell her mom, so the next morning, Ally decided to do something nice for her mom. The next morning, Ally woke up very early to cook her mom breakfast. As Ally, walked down the stairs, she grabbed everything she needed to make her mom breakfast. As soon as Ally finished cooking her mom breakfast, Ally’s mom walked down the stairs.

It was a wonderful September Sunday morning. I woke up to the smell of delicious chocolate chip pancakes. I jumped outta bed, put on my clothes and rushed to the kitchen. My mom had just finished preparing the chocolate chip pancakes and also had made eggs and bacon. The bacon was slightly crispy just how I like it. I ate my breakfast and asked my mom what we would do that day. She thought for a while and meandered over what we should do. In my mind I already knew what I wanted to do and that was go to the farm and do stuff out there. I told her what I wanted to do and she said that it sounded like a plan. We left our place at about 1:00. We stopped for subway on the way out because we were both hungry. I got my usual foot long on italian herbs

I was standing on a wobbly dirty white chair stirring macaroni on the hot stove, as I listened to my mother get ready to take her husband out to dinner. The all too familiar odor of charring hot dogs nauseated me less than the fact that I knew I would have to serve the same meal to my brother and sister once again. Sweat gathered on my forehead. It was hot cooking in a sweater, but my mother had a rule, “Never ever show your bruises!” I was careful not to make too much noise. I did not want to add to my already growing collection of growing purple marks. Sometimes I pretended I was a mouse, creeping and crawling along the walls, staying quiet and out of sight. Quietly I gathered my siblings around the table. I put on my happy face and served them the bowls of mac-n-cheese with cut up hot dog I placed in the shape of smiley faces in hope that this would distract them. I could not let them see any disappointment or that I was thinking “Hotdogs with no bun and mac-n-cheese with no milk once again for dinner kids.” When my mother emerged from her room all dolled up. She swept past me to her youngest child, the one that was fathered by her new husband and said goodbye. The baby squealed with delight at the attention. The rest of us just sat and smiled. My face was tight with a forced smile I felt as if my cheeks were made of glass one poke and it would all break. She left

I heard my sister yawn from bedroom and then, a thunk and a moment of silence. She must have hit her head on the bed board because the next thing I heard was. “Ow!” She crawled out of bed, rubbing her head. She opened the freezer searching for an ice pack. She grabbed the big one, holding it up to her forehead. “Are you okay honey?” My mom asked, pulling her long curly blonde hair into a bun. It sparkled in the sunlight, looking like golden rays flowing from her head. “Yeah, I just hit my head on the top of the bunk bed.” My sister, Emma said. She looked at me, her eyes glittering and shimmering in the brightness of the morning. “Are you drinking coffee?” She asked with a questionable look on her face. “Yep.” I said taking a big gulp. “We don’t have a lot of time, start getting ready.” My mom said, she looked at me waving her hand as if she was shooing me away. A piece of her golden hair fell from her bun onto her shoulder. “Where are we going?”I asked, confusion rushed through my brain like fire spreading throughout a field of dry grass. I hadn’t paid much attention when my mom was telling me where we were going that day, I was to busy drawing. Besides I would find out the next day anyways so I zoned out listening to my music and paying attention to the girl I was drawing. I realized now that I probably should have because i couldn’t remember where we were going. I smelled coffee, suddenly my mind snapped back to reality, I realize my mom is telling me that we are going

Ok. So today, I woke up on a bed, almost falling down. For a moment, I thought where I was, and remembered that I have traveled back in time to the Middle Ages. I didn’t know why I was on a bed, or how. Soon after I have done dressing up, I noticed that there was a little girl right next to the door, peeking in the room. Her sister came into the room, and told me that she found me on this street that people usually don’t go. She gave me a bread to eat, while I observe the room. After eating the bread, I asked if I could see their mother. And this was the most surprising. The girl told me that SHE was the mother! I couldn’t believe what I’ve heard, so I asked her again. Same answer. She told me that it was normal to marry early and give birth early. I asked her age, and answered 14. Oh god. I’m 17. She’s younger than me and is already married. And given birth. And she said it’s normal. I guess medieval girls are so early on stuff. Well the rest of the day was peaceful. Emily was the mother’s name and she told me that if I could help them with chores, I could stay. What a nice mom! So, I helped her clean the room up. I also noticed something else. It’s normal to eat, sleep, and do other stuff in one room, since there’s not enough room.