Personal Narrative Experience : My Personal Experience

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

It seemed as if we had only been at school for about an hour before it was time for

Any single human experience can only properly be judged by that human’s amount of dread or anticipation in it’s beginning or end.

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John and I had been friends for years. We had both lived in Seattle, then he moved to New York because his dad found a new job opportunity. Coincidentally, my dad found a job in New York that paid better than his current job too, so we ended up moving as well. Both our dads were painters, and they had met while painting a bridge across the river in town. We lived close together in the outskirts of Seattle. Both our families were poor, and couldn’t afford good transportation and schooling. John had been 14 when I was 12, but we lived next door to each other so it was hard not to be good friends.

The universe sometimes chuckles at people who make plans. Not many teenagers expect relocation during high school, particularly to start off their senior year. I was one of those teens that should have. I always enjoyed my sheltered existence in a protective bubble in a place that I had lived in my entire life. The universe not only chuckled at me and my plans, it laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

When I was 14 years old, my dad and I went rock climbing in the mountains with a friend and his son. It was the first time I had been rocking climbing anywhere outdoor. We had to hike in to the point where we could start climbing. We got to the top of the mountain and it was beautiful! On the hike down, my dad slipped in the snow and slid down the mountain. He hit a pile of rocks and broke his leg. I, being 14 and completely inexperienced, had to run down the mountain as fast as I could, while connected to a rope, to get to my dad and assess the situation. He dad had to spend the night on the mountain with our friend, while me and our friend's son were taken home by complete strangers at 3 in the morning. THe next day, I went into shock. I

Tears’ streaming down my sweat drenched face like Niagara Falls, numbed by the pain of a million knives stabbing into the upper back part of my leg, I had discovered I pulled my hamstring. “Lower limbs [being] accounted for 50% of all sports injuries”(Dhillion) it didn’t come as a surprise to the trainer. Unable to move, I was shocked by the pain and situation I had just been put in. My entire wrestling career flashed before my eyes as I took a big gulp and climbed on my teammates back to head to the trainers office. This all happened three days before my district wrestling tournament. I was seeded second, expected to win against my opponent, until the odds weren’t in my favor anymore. I could hear my coaches’ voice moments before I got

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You have been sick for days and looked like crap. You was sitting on my couch watching some random show when your phone buzzed. It was a text from (c/n) saying, hey how ya feeling and can I come over got you some things to make you feel better. Knowing that he was thinking about me made me bubble inside,you had the biggest crush on him for years and didn’t know how he felt but you texted back saying, Sure come over. You were still on the couch when you hear a knock on the door, and he was saying,”(y/n) it’s me”. You said, “Come in it’s open”,right as he came in he said “Hey how are you feeling?”. You replied groaning,”feeling like I was ran over with a truck.” He chuckled at your response and you laughed back. “Well, I have something for you and hopefully it

“Almost,” replied my mom. We were on a road in the countryside surrounded by yellow fields full of seemingly ripe crops and lush green pastures with grazing cows and horses. The drive had been 3 hours long, and I was pumped to get to our destination, which was a little cabin in a wildlife park. We would be staying for 3 days and nights, hopefully entertained by the options of biking, hiking, and canoeing in the wilderness. Sadly, there wouldn’t be any wifi, so no chances of youtube.

Have you ever been forced to go somewhere or do something that you didn’t want to do? Usually, when you do it, you hate it and you wish you never had to do it. But sometimes, you actually have fun while doing it. This happened to me last summer. My Dad asked me, “Do you want to go to church camp?” “No thanks” I replied. I did not want to at all. Last time I went to a camp, I was barely fed, I had no friends, and there was nothing to do when we had free time. They replied with, “Since you feel that way, you’re going.” “What?! I just want to stay home.” “I promise that you’ll enjoy it” he said, “Fine” I said unenthusiastically. On the day before the camp, there was a meeting explaining what the camp would be like. I was very unenthusiastic

“What did she do this time?”, I asked myself, as I opened the door to the downturned face of our caseworker. I remember letting her inside angrily and returning to the task I had been attending to before I heard the knock at the door. I continued the search for diaper wipes, which I needed to change my brother’s diaper. As I did this, I thought about how I always seemed to be cleaning up my mother’s crap. My caseworker gave me the details that her presence alone had already given me. We were being removed from the home.

Do you ever miss the sense of unfamiliarity a space used to hold for you? Perhaps attempted to remember the feeling you had the very first time you walked through the place you now confidently call home? I crave the rush of exploring somewhere foreign to me, and chase the excitement of strange settings tirelessly. While walking towards the famous Sweet Auburn Market with my classmates, my mind was already racing. I couldn’t help but wonder how differently each one of us would experience and view the space. We all carry lenses through which we view the world with styles original to us. Amazingly we all come from an extremely diverse range of cultures, backgrounds, and personal experiences that would shape the connections we would soon make.

It all started on an unseasonably hot September day. However, extended Indian summers were completely normal for Vacaville. A new person was going to meet me, which caused my social anxiety to gradually escalate. Who was this dimwit to begin with? Mom made it clear that the person I was meeting wasn’t the school counselor, or anyone that was already employed at the school. In fact, Mom assured me, she was from the school district. A school district employee? Make sure to filter that you absolutely execrate her place of work, and how you have only recently developed the habit of giving the district building the middle finger every single instance that you have driven past. I was told her name was Carmen. Not the most common name, but I