Personal Narrative: How She Changed My Life

“Okay well I came here from my home, I ran away you could say. Then I met you, what is your name?”

She won her first medal for track and field when she was eight years old. SHe loved everything about the sport. “ I loved that I didn’t have to think, there was just the physical,” Janet Davis, 50, said. “And it helped I was good at it too.” Davis said.Davis’s love for track didn't falter as she grew older. Davis said,” Growing up in Indianola, Mississippi, meant that I had a lot of free time on my hands. So with the free time that I had, I raced and practiced. I helped me stay focused on my goal.” She raced with her sixteen brothers and sisters and as she grew even older she wanted to run even more. Davis joined her local track team and started to travel at age ten.By the age of 12, in 1977, she won her first gold medal, in Tokyo, Japan.

“Great decision.” He said, as his creepy smile, crawled back on his face. “Wait, before I go, what's your name?” I asked

When I was 13 years old, my parents started to think about moving to United States because my dad was already working here for a company. We started all the immigration related process which took a while to end. When I was 14, one day I came back from school and my parents told me we were moving to US in 2-3 months. When I heard it first, I was happy, but later I started thinking about how I will be leaving everything behind. My family, friends and neighbors whom I have been with since I was little, I will be leaving all of them in a few months. As the date approached closer, we started to pack more and more things. There was

We needed to finish our plan, and fast. Late that night after Katelyn passed out on the couch we finished our plan. We wrote a letter addressing Emma Smith, it said

“Is it going to be an arranged marriage, or do I get to choose.? If --”

She aimed and fired, shooting him in the forehead, his head falling back with blood flying every which way. She stared down at the body she created. Somehow, in her head

Meeting Mrs.Jones has changed my life tremendously. She taught me that stealing from people can really hurt them. It hurts them because they have to provide for their families as well as themselves. Mrs.Jones also told me that she wanted things as well as a child, and we talked a little bit about her childhood life. I tried to steal Mrs.Jones purse because I wanted to get a new pair of blue suede shoes. Not knowing that she had a huge family of her own to take care of, deal with, and certainly provide for. After, that we had a discussion and she took me to her house to wash my face, and she also fed me. While, I was sitting at the dinner table she gave me $10, so that I could buy the blue suede shoes. When, walking out of that door, all I could

I began my life conditioned to understand the meaning of various psychological disorders. My mom, whom is a therapist, turned herself over the AA recovery program when she was 22 years old – and naturally expressed her knowledge with me. My familiarity with conditions and their dysfunctions led to a catastrophic personal exhalation and the unmanageability of my life. A number of traumatic experiences toppled with insecurity and arrogance made me weak in this challenging world.

The second degree burns all over my mother's left arm and torso would debilitate her for months to come. As a young fifteen-year-old used to having basically everything done for her, I suddenly faced more work and responsibility than I ever needed to consider beforehand.

When I was younger, I would often say “I will not be like that when I grow up!” or “When I’m a mom, I will not do that to my kids!” Much of my childhood was spent competing with others for my parent’s attention. They were divorced when I was three years old and constantly in relationships with others, which always took priority over time with me. My sister got pregnant at the age of 15 because she wanted to and that was something that I wanted either. She also battled an addiction to drugs throughout her life that I knew was not for me. With all the bad examples growing up, there were also some good things that I knew I wanted to be a part of me as an adult.

Life growing up for me was actually hard. My mom was a single parent working two jobs to provide for me. I went to my dads on the weekends, but he never helped out much. He has always been late on child support, and now he is six months behind. Life now is better though. Back in 2011 my mom met this guy on the internet not thinking she would fall in love. The relaionship progressed, and december of 2012 he invited us to move in. Now currently my step dad, he works offshore, so I only see him pretty much six months out of the year. My mom is currently unemployed, and I feel this was an award for us. My step dad does everything he can for my mom and I, but there is some days I miss the little things my mom and I admired when we had a budget,

Enveloping cold, with icy hold, Rages through the night. Seasons pass, snow replaced by grass, Ponds and rivers overflow. Rain pours down all around, Ice melts, South winds blow.

"So, you're new around here, huh?" She gave a soft humming noise and nodded her head.

I stood in a uncoward building of, well I don't know what. My school was on a history field trip to look at castles build in the mid evil time period . I looked blankly round trying to find any answers on the paper give to us by Ms. Bor. I wish something would happen something from Percy Jackson were Ms.Bor is a kindly one or something and make my life remotely interesting, but I had no such luck.