Personal Narrative: Mary Shelley's 'Brave'

I remember her being at every Halloween night dressed in costume and ready to walk me door to door. I remember my swimming lessons in the safety of her arms. I remember

My grandmother and I never had a lot of memories together, I would only see her once in a while. However, it was when she had a heart-attack and she was about to die that we spent weeks together. During the time that she spent in the hospital I learned so much about her that I wish I knew before. While we didn’t always get along, I never felt safer and more loved than when I was in her presence. We would spend countless hours together and she would tell me all about her life. My grandmother doesn’t

Her favorite memory of her childhood is when she was protecting her sibling because he was being made fun of for breaking his arm. She is my grandma, and her name is Doralee Whittington. Doralee is really nice, and this falsely led me to believe her childhood, married life, and hobbies are what make her who she is today.

I was just a little kitten when I was brought into my new home on the summer of 2011. Of course I was scared because there were six humans, 2 older humans and 4 smaller humans, living in this apartment. The human that seemed way too happy to see me was the oldest of the smaller humans, Cindy. She is my favorite human. She is the only one who lets me sleep in her bed, feeds me chicken under the table, when I got sick she was the only one who went and got the medicine I needed, and I feel more comfortable sleeping on her lap or only her letting me pet me for hours. When she is not taking care of me, she is taking care of the other little humans when the big humans are not around. Do not even get me started with the three little humans, they are always interrupting my mid afternoon naps with their loud voices, petting me too hard, or are too busy watching other humans

My grandma had survived a hard life, and yet managed to raise four responsible, well-educated, and successful children. All this she did while working as a respected psychiatric nurse and a state mental health board member. Although she had had and was still overcoming trials in life, I always knew she would be there and cared about me and my life. As my brother and I grew older and were unable to visit my grandparents as often as we

One day after in thanksgiving break my grandma came to visit. I loved having my grandma over because she would always bring me chocolates and gifts, but also I loved seeing my mom happy and she would always have the biggest smile on her face when grandma was visiting. Everyone in the family thought grandma was a proper grandma the classic one, she would eat nicely and get her nails done, have her hair done and always try to look her best, but what I learned from this experience are lots of things that you would never think my grandma would do.

We could not have asked for a better grandma who was well raised by her parents and created this amazing lady that everyone had loved. She made a big impact on everyone's lives and always had a positive attitude. She would spend as much time with her family as she could and she would plan picnics at the beach and always bring her home made scones and jams along with her. She was always the one that would keep the family together and would put a smile on no matter how her day was going.

She passed away at the beautiful age of 99. She was a natural born comedian and a great speller. She loved to joke with my dad and their love was mutual. I think she was so happy, kowing Dad was good to her olest daughter, my mom. Little Grandma proudly displayed a 1st place trophy for winning a Spelling Bee in a nursing home.

One of my favorite people in the whole all world is my Abuela ( my grandma.)

To begin with, when I was little and my family and I would go to her house on the York river, about an hour away from Richmond. She would always have food for us when we got there and she would be so happy when we visited. I would get lathered up in sunscreen and sent outside to play on the beach while my great grandma watched. When I would

A novel's theme directly reflects an author's personal life experiences, primarily related to the time period’s influence. Mary Shelley, J.M. Barrie, and Herman Melville all have a sense of tragedy in their stories, but their different personal experiences are what differentiate their styles of writing. Shelley lived throughout the Georgian period, recognized as the Romantic age. The Romantic movement influenced Shelley's writing, containing characteristics similar to Gothic fiction. The death of Barrie's brother during his childhood greatly affected him emotionally, leading him to write juvenile fiction. Melville's years at sea as a sailor had a major influence in his writing of nautical fiction. Therefore, time periods are the cause of change in a person's life experience and those differences are what mold various styles of writing. Furthermore, a similarity between these writings is that they all express a great tragedy that breaks down the antagonist at the core for their failure to possess humanity and good nature. Victor, Ahab, and Pan fail to possess good nature and accept humanity as it is.

She was always remembered by everyone. I remember everyday I would go to her house and she would always be standing there waiting for me. She would always play super Mario kart. We would always play Mario kart and watch movies together. Our favorite thing to do was go ride in my papa's truck to Safeway and listen to Sugarland. That was her favorite country band, she always loved country and Sean Kingston.

My grandma was so many things. I have many great memories of her. I see moments in time, snapshots in my memory of all the great times we spent together.

I remember when I was little playing in her spare room with my kitchen set. She would always like playing with me. I would pretend that I was a waitress or a cook and she was my client. She would always eat my fake food. Then when we were hungry she would make spaghetti, but we called it soup because I could not pronounce spaghetti yet. I would help her make the soup by breaking the noodle and putting them into the pot. My grandma taught me things too.

She was such an amazing women. Strong, brave, outgoing. All these things I would admire her for, and occasionally feel embarrassed. I remember one time we went to this totally vegetarian restaurant. My great grandma ordered something that had some sort of false meat, and the waitress came up to our table, and asked, “So, how’s everything going over here?”, My grandmother started to yell, “not good!”, and bang her fist on the table, like she always does everywhere, all the time. I guess that she didn’t really like how her meal tasted.