Personal Narrative: Lego

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

My Glass Castle essay is a flashback to the beginning of my adventures in Honors English. As such, it is the most suitable candidate for revision, as I will be able to observe my hopefully positive progression made over the course of the entire school year.

The moment I changed the background color on my Commodore 64 I knew I wanted to do something with computers when I grew up. Of course, as a young child, I really had no idea what computers were capable of, but the connection was clear. The next few years were spent learning about computers and electronics. I was so curious that every single phone, alarm clock, and remote were disassembled and reassembled multiple times. Most of the time it was put back together and nobody ever knew, but occasionally that screw I could not find a hole for would betray me. This curiosity continued with lawnmower engines, trimmers, and anything new that came into the house. My behavior became more than just a curiosity when I started disassembling the family car.

I'll start to a time when I was around 6 or 7. I always had the desire to build things and come up with so super cool ideas of stuff to make but never had the stuff or experience to do it. So I always drew my ideas out. I wasn't a good drawer so over time I made it one of my goals to achieve the goal to be able to draw. Over time I got better and better. A while after I received legos. Ever since I was really little I tried begging my parents to get me legos to just have fun building stuff. So when I got legos I was super stoked to get them on my seventh birthday. My Grandma bought a ton of legos for me to play with. When I got them I thought I’d be a super pro and know what I was doing. I didn’t I was so confused and I had such a hard time figuring it all out.

I have been studying computer mechanics as a hobby for the past 7 years and building PC for 4 years. I also have a thing in tearing down broken objects. Whether it is a broken spray bottle to printers I am always curious in how things work. If I had the income I would literally buy new items just to break them open to see how they worked on the inside. It started as a simple way of getting away from boredom, but twelve years later I am setting up computers from my high school, maintaining the wifi in

The aircraft carrier project led me down a path of learning, solving, creating, and building. I started to build Lego projects, but found that I would rather design projects than buy kits. I loved the fact that I could build anything I could imagine. What really kept drawing me back to Legos was

Which is probably why I always found myself in some sort of trouble for taking apart toys and having to throw them away because they would never work the same or again after I got my hands on them. In my adolescence and teen years, that curiosity grew to include computers, technology, and engineering. Then came the first few awkward years of college that everyone has, where you can’t decide what to do and you skip around to different majors and degree programs for a while before you have that moment of epiphany that you can apply what you loved doing as a kid to a real life (sort of---cowboy astronaut with supernatural powers). It wasn’t until the start of my undergraduate program that I began developing a solid foundation and understanding of information technology, information systems along with some basic understanding of electronic and computer

Unlike Jeannette I never moved around a lot in my life so maybe that’s why it so strange to me, but both she and I have some things in common. We both don’t seem to like our distant relatives, both of our mothers like to be hypocrites, saying stand up for what you believe in and then reprimanding us about it, and both of us have been and are tricked by our fathers; in her case standing up to her racist parents and digging a foundation for the Glass Castle that the family only wanted to use as a garbage disposal. Anyway her family has issues with pride just as much as mine does, only in a different way. The Walls were and are the poorest in any poor neighborhood they move to, but they bring their misfortune upon themselves. Honestly they could

As a child, the anticipation of having the freedom to choose and make decisions on my own was something I had always longed for. One of my favorite memories of childhood was the exciting 1 hour long road trip to Build-A-Bear Workshop. As soon as I enter the store, my parents would let me go free to explore all by myself. My brain begins firing out serotonin and dopamine from all the bright colors and choices on display all around the store. Choosing the character of my bear was my heart’s delight; there were always so many options. You could put a heart in the bear, give the bear heels, give the bear a bath, and so many other exciting characteristics could be added to my one and only creation.

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

At the young age of __, I would watch my my mom leave and then come home glistening, talking about everything she had learned at Michaels craft store. I decided that I wanted to participate as well and begged my mother to allow me to accompany her. When I first got there I did not know what to expect. Our instructor was teaching us the wonders of fondant and how to maneuver it into different forms. I was so intrigued, how could something so plain and boring be transformed into such beautiful petals, roses, trucks and more. My small hands could not do the same things as my mother. I would see my mother do everything with little to no effort as I practically killed every rose the instructor asked me to make. My hands were not delicate nor kind to the fondant, but instead I would accidentally ruin every petal I attempted making.

I was consumed by my LEGOs. I created whole civilizations one after the other, with every detail considered. I included the civilians, the animals, the water, the transportation, the buildings, and the foliage. I could lay on the living room carpet for days, selecting the right pieces. After the final product was revealed, I would glue the pieces

My family passed by Build-a-Bear Workshop, and he sat on the top-left corner of the shelf with a glimmer in his eyes that I grew to love. While my parents walked past the store, I strutted towards the place.

Design has always been an important thing in my life. Since my childhood I have been exposed to design. I can remember having multiple sketchbooks scattered around my room, filled with many random things from figurines to unrealistic car drawings. Growing up, the innocence of being a child allowed me to discover my creative ability at a young age. My mom saw my passion in designing things and always encouraged me to take-up opportunities that would enable me to use my skills to problem solve.

I wanted to try extreme hunting on the moon so I asked my dad if we could book tickets for the next rocket ship that was going up to the moon.