Personal Narrative: My Father's 95 Silverado

During our first run Taylor and I noticed that the car was turning way to the left. So in order to fix this we started our car as far to the right of the track as possible. After our first trials we realized that we needed to fix our string. We needed to cut the string we had attached off of our car and make a new one. When we made a new one me made it a little bit longer than the car and only hot glued it to the hook, not to the frame. Our new string had a loop in the end of it so we could put that on the toothpick. So now we understood that the toothpick did have a real purpose and we couldn’t glue the string to the mousetrap. After we made these changes we ran our car three more times.

Jenna felt her stomach begin to growl and she thought of the dinner her father had prepared for them before he’d left for work. Spaghetti and meatballs with cheesy garlic bread, her absolute favorite. The very thought of it was now making Jenna 's mouth water as she licked her lips in hunger. She silently wished that she would have eaten earlier with her father back when he had just finished cooking it. That was right before he had kissed her on the cheek, told her he loved her, and headed off to work the night shift as a paramedic at Saint Christopher 's Hospital. But, she was too excited about Halloween to eat just then, the anticipation of trick-or-treating being such a short time away filling her every thought with joy. She was a

From an early age I loved reading with my mom. As a first grade teacher, she would practice giving standardized reading tests with me as her subject. After each test, she would reward me with my favorite book: The Monster at the End of this Book. The book starred Grover, the best Sesame Street character. He talked directly to the reader, begging them not to finish the book because of the terrifying monster at the end. As the words jumped off the pages, Grover would tie them together to prevent my mom from turning them. My mom used her special Grover voice, a high-pitched growl with squeaky vowels, that would turn soft when he realized he was the hideous monster at the end. Reading this story is my earliest memory of literacy. I loved the production associated with reading together because the voices, pictures and colors were just for me. Listening to my mom read was like watching an award winning movie I directed.

Jamie Allegro had been just a normal unemployed fifteen year old boy in Texas just trying to work his way up to getting his college degree, in which he hadn’t thought about his future much, he just did what society told him to do. His mother, Diana Allegro had been a veterinarian for around twenty years, a caring mother, but often brought pets that Jamie or Diana’s husband was allergic to. His father, Charles Allegro, was this cranky person, according to Jamie, who never really was around. He was a certified public accountant, that was 3 years younger than Jamie’s mother. In the past, Jamie was very gullible, doing so made him believe that Santa was real until age twelve. He tries to be socially acceptable to others and would trust most ideas

This charming story reverses the typical roles within a children’s book. With underlying issues of stereotypes, independence and empowerment, it fills children with imagination and teaches them the importance of being strong, smart, and the realization that beauty comes from within.

For my Senior project, I've been working on a custom restoration of a 1977 dodge power wagon d150 while expanding my knowledge of mechanical work. I wouldn't have been able to do any of this without my amazing father who has immensely helped throughout the project and taught me new skills. The ultimate goal is to improve on the truck and its general qualities while also enhancing its off-roading capabilities.

It was an early April morning, there was still dewdrops on the tulips in our front yard from the storm that rolled through the night before. My family and I all pile into the our gray mini van. We are all dressed in our nicest shoes and combed out our messy hair. We had to wear dresses because pants aren’t “ladylike”. My mom passing us little mints to suck on while we rush down the freeway.

We start off in Al's Junkyard in Elora, Ontario as the sun sets on a long summer day. Three cars rest side by side reminiscing on the good old days before they are taken to incinerator.

Hey seth this is nicholas sauls from the gym man. I dont know if you remember our conversation in the locker room but the things you want to do with your life is pretty ambitious man. And thats pretty impresive at 18 years old. But idk if i mentioned this to you or not but what i do is i help run my dads car business and we have been in business over 40 years and ive been blessed to have grown up in that eviorment that my dad created but i wanted to start my own busiess and build my own asset away from my dad so me and my girlfriend have been getting mentored by a successful couple that have been finacially independent since their early 20s and now all they do is teach people what they have done. And Stephen and i were discussing business the

The girl in blue also known as Katie woke up Christmas eve feeling happy. She brushed her teeth,took a shower, and ate breakfast. She went up stairs to wake up her little brother Johnny. As she woke him up she gave him a bath, and brushed his teeth. She carried little Johnny down the staircase so he can eat,as she kissed her mom, and dad good by as she went to her friend Sarah's house.

The frozen silence of a winter’s dawn, dishevel brown pine needles peaking out of a powdery white carpet frosted trees sagging under the weight of last night’s snowfall. Large flakes fell from heaven as if the angels were having pillow fight and the goose down fell to our humble homes. Through beautiful the snow cold and sharp as it built at our fingers like a wolf bit at our fingers with its sharp teeth, as the wind blew through the quiet forest. On the ice, the whip slap the huskies, pulling the sleds into motion. They stopped in the forest to rest by a homeless cabin. Inside the cabin was a miracle! A great feast on the table (still fresh and sweet), a fireplace, a comfortable bunk bed, and six stalls for six huskies. All in simple perfection. They wanted to stay longer, but when the daughter of the family peeked outside at the window, the snow thicken.

I walked over to the bucket and saw the ornaments. They immediately put a smile on my face. The beautiful shiny golden spheres had always made me happy. Maybe the golden decorations made me so happy was because of the fun and good times it symbolized. I always knew that after I put them up that it would be a start to a very enjoyable experience. After we had finished putting up the decorations, I could hear the door opening. When I rushed to the door to see who it was, I was pleasantly surprised to see Papa, uncle Nathan, aunt Rebecca, and my cousin Samuel. As they rushed out of the cold weather inside, aunt Rebecca kissed me on both cheeks.

On a snowy and windy night, I was at Barnes & Noble in Green Bay with my friends, Alan and Karina. Christmas music played overhead, the smell of hot chocolate and freshly brewed coffee wafted over, the customers were kind and cheerful, and snow was beginning to blanket the parking lot outside. We were sitting near the cafe wrapping books to support their mom’s school fundraiser. I stared outside and remembered my mom’s warning of the large snowfall that was almost upon us. Around 7:15, the snowflakes were becoming larger and we could barely see outside the window.

As my family and I pulled into my grandparent’s driveway, my eyes gazed upon the endless rows of cars parked on the frozen lawn. The familiar crunch of snow underneath tires echoed throughout the car as my father parked next to the other cars. Once the car door opened, the brisk, fresh air nipped at my nose. My siblings and I darted to the front porch of my grandparent’s house trying to escape the cold. With rosy cheeks and frozen hands, I stepped in to the small yet cozy entryway. Endless conversations between the sea of people in the house erupted before me. Sitting on the rustic wooden bench, I tugged off my

It was also the day in which we received presents from our relatives and that’s why I was so excited. This day was so special to my relatives, that they even made all three meals for us. “Hey, the kids are here,” my grandma said with some enthusiasm as she walked to the door. They had the football on the TV and it looked as if they were already started the party. We only come to this house for this type of occasion.