Personal Narrative: Full Circle: Walking A Straight Line

I was walking with sweat dripping down my forehead when I opened the squeaking door and started walking forward. “Yes! I will not be killed,” I thought when I saw the shiny gold scepter that he pointed at me when I walked in.

Not only did our house burn down but this is the last time I can remember my

The cars continue to zoom by me as I begin to cry. The acrid smell of burning tires and exhaust fumes fill my nose. A horn honks, prodding me to cross, but my own indecision forbids me. My tears only make seeing harder, and now I’m crying both at that fact that I’m immobilized by fear, and at my own futility. I’m a chubby, little eight-year-old girl standing at the edge of the curb, trying cross the street. I am at the final intersection before my school, but all the crosswalk guards are gone. Earlier that morning I woke up late, so I had to ride my bike to school. The cars seem to be going at an impossible speed and veering toward me. I stand there for five minutes, contemplating whether I can cross, before I finally give up and walk back home in shame.

We stepped out of the station and it hit me immediately, the glorious smell of carnival style hot dogs and and the pure ecstasy of the sugary goodness that is funnel cakes. I dragged my girlfriend Lauren to the nearest stand and ordered one of each. The hot dog wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but I didn’t complain as I was hungry from the ride over. Then the funnel cake, oh man was that amazing, powdered sugar goodness over freshly fried bread, a delicacy to say the least. Suddenly the roar of a roller coaster flying by with the shrieks of the ecstatic people on the ride filled my ears. I pleaded with Lauren to ride one with me, but she wouldn’t budge, finally, she conceded to at least go on the ferris wheel with me. We bought our tickets and

And then all of a sudden, the lights are on, the curtain is open, and my voice is the only sound.  Steps follow behind me and I’m not alone anymore. My hands are no longer sticky and my voice is loud and calm. No tremor as I feared I would have.  My mind is quiet and I’m relieved of the worries and fears that life provides in moments of weakness

It happened in an instant. There was a light, misty rain. The road was wet, slick and covered with gravel. I had driven home this way one thousand times, but today would be different. As I steered the car through the slow, wide right curve my tires hit some wet gravel. Maybe the low setting sun got in my eyes, maybe the radio was too loud, or maybe I was tired from a long day at school, but I took the turn too wide and the car started to slide off the road to the right. Panicked, I pulled the wheel and over-corrected the slide to the left. I swerved across the oncoming cars, jumped the car over the drainage ditch and landed into someone’s front yard. The car destroyed the lamp post, clipped the old oak tree, and spun around 360 degrees.

After a much needed time bringing in this poem’s meaning, I have realized that my life is very much alike to this stunning and deep piece of literature. Much like The Road not Taken, the way my life worked and happened correlates to this differing and new road. Sweetness was me, and I made sure that people knew who he was. Sweetness was also like you, just an average boy growing up and playing sports. When I went to college, that’s when things changed.

Now I am a senior at Cal State Long Beach with a 3.0 GPA and about twenty units away from graduating. I have been working part time and going to school full time for four years now and hope I can give back to the community with my occupation once I graduate. It has been a long road with infinity obstacles, but I can truly say that I am almost THERE.

All throughout my adolescence development there were many moments that had shaped me to become the person that I am to this day. From my humble beginnings in Football to my personal service projects outside of school, life has taught me many lessons. In which case I will illustrate some as I reminisce my highschool career.

I can see the sun through my sheets, I feel the sheets rising above me. I heard my mother's voice say:

Do not judge my story by the chapter you walk in on -Unknown. So when you meet me and notice that, I am always smiling and laughing do not think I am always rainbows and sunshine all the time. Though I have mostly been happy as a young adult my childhood and early teens were the harshest years I have had to face in my short extensive life. As a matter of fact, I passed all my childhood and some of my pre teens in a rough neighborhood plus I had this one person that knew how to get to me and make me feel like the most diminutive worm on earth. By the time I realized I was living in a bad neighborhood I was around eight years old, and had passed all those years sitting in the back of the classrooms of a newly built elementary

The moon rise and night fall always brought dreams of holding her, I love her

A turn of the key is all it takes. A slight pressure on the pedal and I'm off. The sweet summer breeze blowing faster and faster as I press harder. All control in my two hands. Music blaring, my mind wanders. driving is my greatest escape; nothing clears my head more than going on a nice long drive through upstate New York.

I had been sitting perfectly still for what felt like hours, too scared to move or call out for fear of what may answer my call. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I was worried it was echoing through the room. I knew that there was someone in the cell next to me but she hadn’t woken up yet and I was beginning to worry that she might be dead.

The moon comes out to greet As we meet in a virtual reality I sit among the birds in a grand tree The white night in the stars takes me away To find the keeper of peace, inner light, and hope As I look up towards the never ending universe of heaven I feel myself start to wake When wake I pray for you my soul to keep In the ever so wide sky With the stars like a pure soul turned dark They shut off as if he is