Personal Narrative-If I Was The Cherryvale Mall

When I was seven years old I used to live in Minneapolis, Minnesota, I attended Harvest Prep Middle School. A lot of my friends talk about what I thought was a dream, The Mall of America. It was the biggest Mall in the USA. I begged my mom can we go, but it was always the same answer NO! Javaughn, We don’t have the money for that rite now! I was devastated, all my friends came to school talking about all the excitement that was there.

places really shape my life toward raising kids. I think one good thing about my childhood, I utilized my

On 1/16/17 at 0225 hours my partner, Officer Thebeau #8402, and I were working patrol assigned to unit 3A11. We responded to a radio call of “shots fired” in the area of 814 N. Garfield Ave. The comments of the call stated, a 19 year old female was shot in the hand.

There’s few similarities in everyone’s side of the story, incidentally, that is this taking place in the “ghetto” area of Cloverdale. It all began with Keisha, Jordyn, along with myself were walking. We were visiting our friends that happened to live in the area as well as those who lived close. Our friend, Kennedy, and we had just finished a conversation. Then we headed to another friend’s house when we realized it had gotten too dark, ultimately, that’s when perspectives changed.

“Emergency code 10-48, suspect is a 6’1 male, black hoodie, armed and last seen fleeing towards Gray Street”, the radio roars. I’m on Gray Street. The last thing I want on my first month in the force is a damn killer in my face.

Have you ever seen the TV show the “Walton’s?” If you have, then you will definitely be able to identify how unique the place was where I was raised. I was raised in North Arkansas in a small community called Onia. In fact, the road that I lived on was called Lawrence Road. It was named this because all of my relatives lived down this road. My Grandpa, who is now a retired Baptist preacher, lived down this road along with his brothers and sisters. The church that I grew up going to was also pastored by my grandfather for over thirty years and it was about two miles down the road. The community bordered the Ozark National Forest so it was very rural and isolated. Most of the traffic on Lawrence Road was mainly the people who lived

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.

Im 21 years old and i live in grove st. When i was 8 years old my family moved to grove street becouse my father thought it was a good idea and safe place. I forgive my father becouse the mistake hat he have done. When we moved to grove st, alot of gangs and eyes was on me for 24/7. When i went to my room to sleep i found a bag that bag had over 400g of crack and weed. I did not know what to do, so i hide it from my father. Becouse i dont want him to see this. Becouse if he see this then he will call the cops and the hood that will look at him as a snitch, and they may kill him. So when i hided it from my father and mother, i was thinking to not throw that away and i was thinking to sell it and by Browser-1.6b" style="left: auto; opacity: 1;

If I were mayor of Sublette I would appoint a tough and reliable person as town fire chief and my assistant fire would be a trustworthy person that is liked throughout the community. I would also appoint a very organized person as my city secretary that I know that every demand will be taken care of and my city will not be in debt or have major problems. Likewise I would appoint a handy and helpful person as my city superintendent, the person who completes the maintenance needs around my town. The people that I assign to these roles will all be organized, some more than others, they will be kind to their peers in the community, as well as reliable and trustworthy.

On a day in which the sun was shining like a new fluorescent light bulb, I sat on a heated metal bench that was located in front of a large, stone fountain where a brace of ducks lingered, and I began to read Chasing Brooklyn.

Rumble! That was the sound of my stomach aching as if I had just done 100 sit-ups. I was starving. I needed supper, and I needed it now. I was like a little baby crying for its bottle. After Ruby’s family picked up Morgan and I, Ruby’s dad took the curb into Subway. Of course Subway is one of my favorites, I pretty darn excited. As I bit into the soft, crunchy bread, the lime-green juice from the pickle exploded with flavor tingling down my throat. Not going to lie, it was pretty good. Ruby and Morgan are so simple, they just got a regular cold-cut trio sandwich. Eww! Although the food was great, I loved playing our car ride games even more.

A small amount of time after school got out for summer my family, Kyla Carson, and I went to Minnesota. It was a long, grueling , and 8 hour trip from Arthur to Minnesota. When we finally got there we could see the Mall of America, which was connected to our hotel. I looked forward to the amusement park, eating the food, and the shopping. From 7p.m. to 10p.m. the amusement park had free rides and games for the group we were in. I had an amazing time because I could do anything since it was free. The pizza we had one day was amazing. The shopping was the best since there was enough shops to choose from. The Mall of America had specialty shops including The Peeps Store, The Lego Store , many specialty chocolate store, and many more.

“I Allen Moira, take you Cecillia to be my wife. I promise to cherish you for all my days. I vow to live for you, and do everything I can to ensure your happiness. No matter how dark things may become I promise to be your light that leads you to safety. I love you, Cecilia. Do you accept me as your husband?”

One of the places we enjoyed walking is what we called the little store or Mrs. Slaters, and it was a 2-mile trek down our winding Box Canyon Road. We may have stopped wearing robes, but we still went barefoot. The heat on the road did not bother our feet. After 2 miles it was so nice to get into this store, we were usually hot and ready for a break. As soon as we walk in, you see the counter in front of you and as we walk in is my favorite candy, chocolate ice cubes starring at me. I would head to those immediately and goodbye to my nickel, every time and all the time. I think they were only 5 cents. Next, I would head to the Doritos, then cream cheese, and then add an RC cola to finish the snack, and to this day I still love Doritos. With

Matt was still dumbfounded when he drove Ian back to Drury Inn just a half a mile down the street from the St. Louis Convention Center.