Personal Narrative: How I Receive My Own

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

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.

The roads are dark, and we have been driving for about 15 minutes, which is a little confusing considering they said our destination was less than 10 minutes away. We turn again. We have made so many turns. I am starting to get even more nervous than I was before we left. “What is going on? This cannot be right,” I think to myself. We are turning again, and, if it is possible, I am even more nervous than I was a minute ago. We are now driving on Lambert Road, one of many roads around Gonzales of which I am not familiar. This road is eerie and gives me an uneasy feeling. I start to

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

I send my mom a quick text to let her know where I am going, and we are off in five cars lined up like a Mardi Gras parade. I have a bad feeling about this. I have never been to Micah’s grandmother’s house, and I am totally alone in the last car. If I lose them at a turn or a light, I might never find my way, but I have no other choice but to drive myself because of my early curfew. My friend, Ben, is in the car in front of me, and I am staying close behind him, so I don’t get lost.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

“Casey, your group needs to do the stunt one more time!” coach said imprudently. It happened March 26, 2015; it was at the end of a two hour practice. During the summer months in South Georgia, it is utterly hot and humid, especially in our cheer gym (a warehouse with no air conditioner); it only has two heavy-duty fans and a roll-up door. With this in mind, my group became slightly irritated. Everyone was exhausted; nevertheless we still had to do the stunt anyway.

When my mother asked me to read a book a few months ago, I was hesitant to agree. A stressful school year was approaching, and seeing my friends on a Saturday night seemed much more appealing. When I was younger, curling up with a good book was a typical pastime. Then came high school, and reading was replaced with countless hours of studying, cheer practice, and trying to figure out when I could catch up on some much needed rest.

"Maybe we should wait until tomorrow when it's lighter outside," said Jacob nervously wiping his palms on his pants, then firmly taking hold of the steering wheel. The car lurched backward, halting as if something solid lay behind them. Suddenly, the headlights dimmed, flickering light against tall grass and without reason, shut off. Panic opened the door to his fears, forcing adrenaline to shoot and expand throughout his

After 200 miles of endless driving, I decided to pull over and let Aaron drive. We got out and switched places. “I dunno about this, Alex,” he stuttered. “You’ll be fine,” I said reassuringly. He walked around the side of the car and got into the driver’s seat.

Fear climbed up my spine as I watched his irate eyes glare back at me through the middle mirror from the driver’s seat. He drove roughly swaying from side to side on a road whose speed limit was 50 mph. It was only a matter of time until he whipped his steering wheel abruptly to the right, into a primarily empty ditch, with the exception of a few parked vehicles.

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but smile. Mom undid the windows and her smile matched mine as her long grey hair danced in the rushing air. “Enjoying it, Mom?” I asked, waking her from a trance. “Yes, Robert” she replied, her voice cooler than the morning. The engine purred smoothly as I navigated the car gently through the turnpikes sharp curve. Ahead, a large truck spouted black stacks of exhaust high into the air, leaving a path clear of traffic in its wake. Behind it, a lone blue convertible cruzed comfortably, taking advantage of the now open road. Despite being a couple of

I believe I was not created equally. When I open my eyes to this strange world I feel an urge to run and hide. I am not safe there is no escape.

I have had my fair share of grueling experiences in my 4 years as a Boy Scout. From 50 mile bike rides to swimming in rapids, the trips have been very demanding. But in all of my experiences, very few have been as rewarding as my trip to Lassen National Park.

Have you ever had something happen in your life that you didn't fully understand, or you didn't understand at all? I know I have. I've had many. I will be talking about a lot of things I didn't understand then, and I still don’t understand now. Maybe I will understand them as I go along. Some things I'll understand, and some I'll partially understand, and some things will still remain a mystery. There are lot of things that has happened to me that I don’t understand, and maybe I could figure it out throughout this essay. You'll get to know who done this to me, what happened, when it happened, where it happened, why it happened, and how it all went down. All of the things that happened effected me emotionally, financially, and socially.