Personal Narrative: Life In The Eighties And Nineties

Walking away from everything you once knew and starting over is never a picnic. Leaving Iraq, and moving to America has impacted my life more than anything. I was only 4 years old at that time, and the only English I spoke was “excuse me, water please.” My family and I did not know it then, but our lives were going to change; we would become “Americanized”. Learning English was one of the massive changes that occurred, the way I dressed (culture), and even the way I had power to go to school and educate myself.

It was my first time going geese hunting with a shotgun. I was really nervous to going because my uncle and my grandpa are really good at it. They go every weekend and more than half of the time they get their lemont. Also I was very excited to go just growing up going and always watching them going hunting with guns and i always watched. I was getting tired of it. I thought it was time for me to have a gun and on more messing around as much

Looking back when I was ten years old, on a sunny day waiting at the airport in Cuba for my plane to arrive, I was so excited because of the thought of experiencing a new life in the United States. Sadly, our plane delayed a few hours, my parents and I got anxious that we deiced to walk around the airport; going to stores and eating at a "Cafe" nearby. Finally, our plane landed around twelve P.M. and instantly everyone started running to the door like stamped, there they checked us out and we walked toward the plane and up the stairs to find our seats.

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

Throwback to 2007, When I was 5, Life was good, And I was in kinder, I lived in

I would say distraction was one of the challenges I had to overcome to get where I am today. My friends, relationships, staying up late, watching television or doing something else rather than doing my work, would always back track me even if I thought “I’ll be okay” and just catch back up; it’s not that easy. I use to focus so much on other people in my life, I’d forget about myself and what’s best for me. When I was in the middle school, I would get so distracted by my cell phone, my mom would have a restriction on it so that I couldn’t send or receive text within school hours. Nevertheless, I didn’t understand, but now I see where it could hurt my grades.

Have you tried and failed to get together with a girl or guy? Well this roller-coaster of a story will surely get you to empathize or sympathize with me, or maybe if it is that big of a failure to you, both.

Growing up I thought the things that define my life would be way different by the time I turned twenty but they've stayed same. The things that define me most are music, books and my clothing. I don't plan on changing them any time soon.

1.Well I don't really know where to begin with of what I want you to know about me I am currently 17 and I turn 18 in four months which is pretty scary/exciting to be honest. Im like at this point in life where suddenly everything is changing and there is really nothing I can do about it but play along. As for future plans I would like to move to New York city after I graduate and meet new people explore and actually experience real life and be on my own which right now doesn't sound to bad and I feel like I’m ready for “the real world” I mean I have been to over 15 different schools since the 4th grade and I know how people can be and how you just have to be in a way sort of selfish for yourself with your academic life anyways because these

Throughout the cycle of life, everyone passes through obstacles that seem to overrule our lives. However, a key difference is that people with autism have trouble understanding social cues made by other people in life. Those with autism know the struggles and challenges that life can offer for a person. During my life, I have overcome obstacles, but one obstacle that I would be of the utmost proud to have overcome, is completing high school.

"She had a solid reputation as a crisp, vivid writer of short stories set in Louisiana, where she had lived for 14 years" ("A Look Back"). I wrote many of my stories about experiences in my life. I always loved to read and learn new things as a child. As I grew older, there were many hard times and that helped me to be the lady I was. Some of my stories were very well known, and others not so much. My rough childhood, mother, and family friends influenced me to write; the short stories and novels I wrote were influenced by my favorite authors which caused me to write about controversial topics.

This was at an early stage of my life, I was just about start 4th grade. I had just gotten a group of friends that I felt like I had a real connection with. A group of friends whose company I enjoyed, and that enjoyed my company as well. I also had most of my family within an hour drive. Then everything changed when my dad said he had gotten a job in Oklahoma.

In every person's life, there is an event that causes a change within them. One event that causes a chain reaction that alters that person in a vast way. If that circumstance hasn't already happened to you, I guarantee it will. It happened to me in the summer of 2011.

I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them.

It was 3 am in the morning. I woke up to a chilling phone call. I grabbed my phone and it was from Veronica. I was so confused, so I answered it. “Hello... “ I said as I heard screaming and crying coming out of her voice.