Personal Narrative: Everything I Carry

A lot of things about me could be read from these objests, from my basic information such as sex and birthday, to my living habits or even my DNA. These significant objects are collected since they accompanied me for a while, some of them appeared in my childhood and some appeared in my teenage life. Memories are recalled when I am looking at this collection, and the presence of these objects reminds me my presence.

I have lost my grandpa and have not gotten over the idea of it. When I was in the sixth grade, my grandfather was very sick; he could barely walk. While my grandmother and some other family members went uptown for some household things, food, and medication, I was told to take care of him. Yet, I wanted to play with my friends outside. He told me to go ahead and play, but for some reason I just got mad and slammed the door and left. Around nighttime, I seen an ambulance pull up to my grandparents’ house.

Many people on a daily basis think about all the things they are dealing with, but when asked what it is that goes through the mind of someone who is dealing with a lot what comes to mind? What are the responses? Would their mind go blank?

A well as the feelings and the character behind my necklace, there are also tons of memories. Memories are among some of the only things that I have to hold onto of my papa. I have from when I was young of riding four wheelers, fishing, and feeding the dogs with him. I remember how I would always run up to him, throw my arms around him, or hold when he would kiss my forehead, his prickly hairs would rub against me and I would giggle. These memories are one of the most important parts of the necklace and my life would likely be much different if I did not have the piece of

Like most my age, I am always equipped with a smart phone. Many would deem it necessary in this day and age. Some people get them as young as 10 years old. I only carry one per my parent's request. Not to say that I don’t enjoy the perks of having it with me: access to any answer for any question that might be asked, the capability to talk to my family and friends at any given moment throughout the day, and plenty of applications to screw around with if I find myself with extra time. It weighs almost nothing, so light that at any given moment I will panic because I worry I lost it. It holds a different kind of weight though. It is heavy in the moments that it is “lost”, when there is a fear that it is not with me,

I experienced my pop culture moment when I was a senior at my high school. My transportation to go to my school was buses. I took the same buses to school from freshman year, but I have never noticed what I notice in my senior year. Every morning I wake up to go to school at 8 a.m. I would see people going to work, schools etc. but one day I notice there was a group of white women who is going to their work wearing sari (sari is a garment which is long and usually it’s draped around women’s body. Asian women mostly wear it). I found that very odd because they didn’t look like to me that they would know anything about the roots of sari or the culture. I thought they were mocking the culture because the saris that they wearing weren’t 100% correct. I used to see them wearing traditional Indian cloth and I

I remember looking for decorations for my room and I saw a canvas with the quote “When you see only one set of footprints in the sand, it was then that he carried you.” I immediately fell in love with it, it has impacted my life tremendously. God carried me through a situation most people would think of as not a big deal, the situation was having to give my dog away. It was really hard and God helped me get through it.

On my left hand is a worn down brown leather watch with a grey face and a silver dial. With miscellaneous clock hands that somehow still tick. And what is usually in my left jean pocket, is my black leather wallet, who has seen better years, but still maintains the ability to hold my 1st grade school I.D. (as well as my current one) to my expired Starbucks gift cards, my apartment gate key. And I like to leave some room for the drivers permit papers that I still haven't gotten around to... In addition to the necessities that I use daily. I have kept a little toy police car that fits into that palm of my hand, that my grandfather had given to me. Unlike most things I loose, such as, pencils and pens, a single stance

The things I carry is not as meaningful as the things that I keep safe. Physically I carry a phone and it means something for me because it’s direct contact with my friends and family with the push of a button. Not only that, but I am able to see the pictures and videos of loved ones that passed away or are so far away that I can’t see them. My phone is the quickest way for anyone to reach me at any time and it is very meaningful for me to talk to the people I love. Something that I have, but I don’t carry is a gold chain that my mother gave me. When it comes to objects, it is the most meaningful of all. The reason why it is so meaningful for me is because the backstory that went goes with it. My mom is very important to me and she raised me

Everyone has something that makes them someone. Without that special thing we would be no one. These things are what make you, who you are. These things can be physical or emotional or just an idea. These things are what you carry with you through your life. I carry my respect for solitude.

I carry my backpack, and it is heavy with books. I carry these books on the lives and details of the living creatures in front of me: the ants, the bugs, the worms. I carry the memories of all that time in my life spent looking at the ground, observing these tiny lives lived mostly underneath pavement. I will never be small enough to go underneath the pavement, so I carry the duty to avoid killing the creatures that can. I carry an odd feeling of kinship with arthropods. I picked it up somewhere when I was small, maybe because I liked feeling gigantic in comparison, and I never removed it, although I have gained perspective. I carry the knowledge now that I am human. Being human means inheriting a legacy of callousness and I

Initially it was challenging for me to keep up with my crew when hiking over steep, rocky trails at high elevations, while carrying a 50 pound back pack. Every day we had to get up early in the morning, set up and break camp, hike for 6-10 miles, pack/unpack our back pack up, cook our food, put all of the crew’s food and medicine (“smellables”) in a bag and hang it up over a tree, follow the Philmont Wilderness Pledge and ensure that every campsite, fire pit, and dish water sump is left clean. All this was mentally and physically very exhausting. When my backpack became very heavy about 48 lbs. and I was tired after 4-5 days, I realized that I was carrying the vegetarian meals I brought from home and the meal given to us by Philmont, which

As I arrived the musicians appeared to have started only minutes after so they were just getting acquainted with the audience. It was captivating to see the musicians engaged the audience for they started asking questions such as, “what part of Mexico were people from”, “what time do you root for! America or Chivas?” The building rattled with the loud voices screaming, “Sinaloa,” “Jalisco,” “Michoacan,” “Colima,” “Guerrero,” or their favorite soccer team chanting, “America,” “Chivas,” “Pumas!” I could feel the vibrations of the screeching voices penetrate the nerves of my tissue. At about 8:45PM, the building was almost at full capacity where at one point it became hard to hear what the waiters were telling me. The band was at full-throttle

I waited anxiously for my partner to hand me the unknown object. When my neighboring classmate finally handed the bag to me, I was puzzled for a short moment. I explored the object with my fingers and found its shape to be that of a small box. Then I remembered my partner was a girl, almost right off the bat I realized it was a makeup case. I found myself upset being that I like a good challenge.

That is, until I was nine and fainted at the sight of my own blood when I cut my finger.