Personal Narrative: My Journey To Yard Sales

After a few months had passed, I remember seeing pictures of hanging up at family members houses and just coming across things in my room that she had given to me that always made me tear up and want to just scream and cry. My feelings are pretty much the same today and when I come across things that remind me of her I still tear up, I just remember she is in a better place now. Losing someone who means so much to you can never be easy. Just writing this story made me tear up and just made me remember her more and more. I don’t know what my life would be like today if I did not have her, like I said she was always there for me and when I was a baby, we lived with her because my mom and dad and brother had just moved from Colorado not too long before and were looking at houses so my grandma let us live with her for a while. My hero is my grandma and will always be her no matter

My favorite smell is the smell of fresh burning wood of bonfires. As I breathe in the smoky smell of fire, I start to picture Silver Dollar City. I begin to hear the crowds of people stepping on the crunchy leaves and making sounds of delight when they see their favorite roller coaster. I can picture the thrilling sensation and hearing the screams of happiness as I walk by a ride. I breathe in the crisp, smoky smell again to see millions of twinkling lights around every tree and building.I take a deep smell of the burning wood and I picture myself in line for my favorite treat in the whole world, as I take a bite I can feel the joy slowly spreading through my body, to the very tips of my fingers. The warmth in my body makes me gambol to the

Hi Roolchane, I really enjoyed reading about your grandma. I too understand the love and respect that you cherish for her. I hope my grandpa and grandma live to 94 years or more. I too believe that it’s unfair for younger generations to forget about our elderly people. I sometimes repeat and emphasis on this so much because I have seen some assisted living homes where the elderly people are so sad that you can see in their face the desperation to talk or be love by someone. Defending the rights that elderly people have is sometimes misunderstood and completely taken advantage. It’s sad to see how many children do this to their family members. I couldn’t forget about my grandpa and grandma they play a big role in the women that I am today.

The smell of fresh cut grass and sunflower seed it was the smell of the best baseball season. I am going to Des Moines for the state tournament and you had to play for two days and we got a hotel and everything.We woke up at 6 because ower game started at 8:00 and we need to warm up to so we went to Des Moines and there were a lot of people and a lot of teams that I had to play them, they were huge and tall and i'm just normal.

Last spring when I began a Landscaping Business an old friend from high school who was knowledgeable about landscaping needed a job. He ended up being a great worker and every one of the clients were happy with his expertise, A few months, he came to me and said that after fall cleanup he was moving to the Burlington area. I was extremely upset I knew it would be hard able to replace such a talented person. My wheels were turning in the matter of what it would take to make him want to stay. We sat down together and I asked “What might it take to keep you from moving. He took a long look at me and said "It is something I have been wanting to do for a while now. I knew right then and there this was not going to be simple. I just said" I will

That excerpt from the paragraph made me a little sad while reading it due to the fact that it reminded me how close I was o grandmother and how

What is memorable? A memory has a major component to marketing, it is a kind of product that gives someone a feeling that they are back in the beginning. Which is the feeling of nostalgia, what can be defined as a yearning to relive the past that can produce lingering

There I was standing in the middle of the Kansas State Fair, looking straight down the aisle of the food court. Take in a nice big whiff and smell all of the aromas of the food that are to the and the right and to the right. The smell of the savory corn dogs mixes with the tangy aroma that comes from the fried pickle. The smell of the wonderful food makes the thought of how sticky and gross the ground under your shoes, just slip out of your mind. Sounds of kids yelling in the carnival mix in with all of the sizzling of grease and oil. Walking down the path and see all of the food other people have in their hands and think to myself, I must have that. My brain just drooling from the sight and smell of all of the fermented food. Food is one of the things I came for so I buy myself an order of fried pickles.

Every year, our neighborhood has a giant yard sale, where every house in the nine block area sells everything, from baby clothes to old technology. When I was about six my neighbor and I began to sell lemonade during the yard sale. We we just two cute little kids selling lemonade, me donating my share of the money to PAWS Chicago and Andrew using his money to buy new toys for the both of them to play with. We sold together for about two or three years before my neighbor, Andrew, decided he was too cool to be friends with a girl, so our weekly playdates stopped and we stopped selling lemonade together.

It was a weekend and I had just gotten off of work at 3pm. I was on my way home when I smelled diesel fuel coming from a truck that was in front of me. The smell reminded me of being around diesel equipment, it helped me to remember times when I was little with my family. Our family business needed diesel equipment for everyday work. How much I loved riding in and working on diesel equipment.

On December 10th I had the pleasure of going with my best friend to the Bronx Museum of Art to visit the Holiday Pop Up Market. While visiting the museum I stopped by the Lit Bar booth and met with Noelle Santos. Noelle was dressed in t shirt with Corduroy Bear stamped on it and a warm heart. She greeted us with a bright smile and began to explain each display that she had up. It ranged from blind books to umbrellas in a wine shaped bottle. She explained that wanted to open a Lit Bar in the Bronx because the borough lacked true bookstore besides the Barnes & Nobles located in the Bay Plaza all. She started this journey back when the city released a statement that they were going to close the Barnes & Nobles due to lease issues. After telling

We all started with thinking about how exactly should we take action. One of us had an idea about selling at the Boys & Girls Club but then we thought why not sell at our own School. We tried thinking about what exactly should we sell. other Expedition groups

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The dense, intoxicating aroma that results from long exposure to cigar smoke filled my nose as I walked into my grandparents’ house for our annual Thanksgiving dinner. As I buried my face deeply into the warm body of my grandma, I breathed heavily to capture the whole moment. Throughout my childhood, I was clueless to the source of the scent. I just always assumed the house smelled so distinctly unique simply because that’s where my grandparents were.

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