Personal Narrative: My Life In New England

Maine: the Vacation Land. A pretty good place to go for a little getaway, especially since it borders the Granite State to the north. My family often goes to Maine when I have a school break and every time, it’s a good trip. There are many good things about Maine such as the beaches, the quaint feeling motels, and the blueberry pancakes! Delicious! Maine also has great forests and trails that, temporarily, brings an escape from all material suffering and subdues one in a state of mental peace. The array of green pines, the ledges that overlook a pair of swimming geese, the smell of pure, clean oxygen, all of this is what makes Maine a great getaway. However, on one trip to Maine, I had a grand discovery. Not a discovery like finding buried

It’s good to hear from you, I’m glad to know that you’re enjoying and having fun in the countryside.

My hometown of Winston-Salem, North Carolina is an industrial city built on tobacco, textiles manufacturing and Krispy Kreme donuts. In many ways, Winston is a relic of a South that I’ve never identified with — my parents are from D.C. and New Jersey, and they taught me to never put sugar in iced tea. Growing up, I didn’t understand how there could be 47 distinct country songs about a truck or why people panicked about having to drive on one inch of snow. More seriously, I resented the people who still flew confederate flags or who told me to lock my doors when I drove to high school in east Winston.

We have just reached the Americas! I’ve grown tired of the salty smell of the sea since we’ve been sailing for so long. We are here to establish another English colony. I’ve been eager to travel here since we first heard about this place. One reason we came was to find spices and gold to take back with us. This journey will also help us to find a quicker trade route to Asia. If we accomplish this, then we won’t have to pay traders in the Middle East to act as our mediator. In turn, this will make buying goods cheaper than they are currently. Well, I better go because my crew is waiting for me to help unload our ship.

Last night, when Maine was mentioned by Boyce Lovett, memories of one of my trips there came flooding back. I was living in Rhode Island at the time and had just got home from work, when I received a phone call from a friend of mine, Tim, asking “Want to go on a road trip?” Typical of me at that time, I responded with, “Of course! When do you want to go and for how many days so I can make arrangements with work?” I suppose a more typical response would have been, “Where to?” though such a question was just a minor side thought for me. Tim does further explain that he sold his Corvette to a gentleman residing in his hometown in Maine, and the car had to be driven up there. We were busy coordinating work schedules when I realized, although

Our family began traveling to Maine when I was around 10 .It's a gorgeous place but the water is frigid, and it took a couple of trips before I was willing to go in the water. I was finally inspired to do this because of a beach I found. It was so serene, so natural. I happened to have no bathing suit, but this was the kind of beach where you knew something like that wouldn't matter. So I took off my clothes, set them on some rocks, and then slipped into the water. It was freezing. I was only able to stand it for about 10 minutes of it, and then I stretched out on some rocks on an island about 50 yards from the shore. I needed the sun to warm me up. Well, as this was only my third trip to New England, I was not quite accustomed to the massive tides there. After

I live in a town called Brentwood also known as the corn town with a population of 55,000 people. Within that town there are two great high schools who have the longest rivalry. We have the best sports and extra curricular activities. But all aside the rivalry we always come together if something is concerning our community. Such as the needs of fundraising for necessities that would benefit our community, efforts to make sure everyone belongs, and finally the security of our safety . This town is mainly family oriented everyone knows everyone. Brentwood is a very safe community with the lowest crime rate. Brentwood is a caring town that I appreciate so much I wouldnt want to change this town that has influenced me so greatly.

At some point in everyone’s life they start to branch out. They deviate from the paths chosen for them by their parents and start discovering. I, for one, was eager to leave the dull and lifeless path my parents had chosen for me. I was ready to begin exploring. One should know that before the events of this story, I had been living on the Saint Francis University Campus for six weeks. My days were long, eventful, and rather stressful. This was to be expected from a schedule of six challenging classes. It was an excellent change of pace from my monotonous existence at home. These six weeks were worth the trouble though, because I was able to conclude them by taking a trip to Massachusetts. A family-free vacation to a location I always dreamed

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In a town with a grand sum of 2,000 residents, one gets accustomed to small things. Small post office, small park, small ports, small boutiques, and—most importantly—a small school. My humble village, Greenport, has one school for all students. In the well-worn tapioca checkered hallways, one can observe curious glue-covered pre-schoolers or nonchalant high school seniors who, at any given moment, are mentally plotting their senior prank and pep rally strategy.

New York City is busy, loud, crazy, full of life, adventures, cultured and always has something new to learn, that’s my life, to a tee. My life is just like New York City. I am busy, I have violin four times a week for two hours and that does not include practice time and piano lessons. Then there is my brother, I have to go and do the things that my brother has planned and somehow between all this I have to squeeze in my school work like turning lemons into lemonade. I am loud, I have to be I have a twin brother and he picks on me. I have learned to be as loud as a fog horn to call for help. I believe I am cultured, but not like cottage cheese, but more like Perle Mesta though I know I still have a long road to haul.

I look around and I see an astonishing mansion. We were in one of his many living rooms, and this one had dark grey walls, brown recliners that look fresh out of the store. On the walls there were Four ultra HD TVs that covered the whole wall. This was the greatest man cave I have ever been in. The games that were on were the Clippers playing the Timberwolves, the Heat playing the Pacers and the Lakers playing the Celtics. The last game was on commercial break.

Out of nearly 7.5 Billion people around the world, I would say I have a very unique background. I would consider my background to be unique because I have been introduced to multiple different cultures, traditions, and ways of life which has diversified who I have become. For 12 years of my life I lived in Saint Thomas, United States Virgin Islands (STT) which is approximately 100 miles east of Puerto Rico. Living there has influenced me the most because of how many different cultures and ways of life I have been around growing up down there. Growing up I was exposed to the West Indie way of life which is being relaxed and loving life. Out of those many relaxed and loving life traditions in STT the two most influential traditions to me were

On a fateful Fourth of July in 2014 I was sure my future life would reside in Chicago, Illinois. That city was a major part in my past and I would like it to be apart of my future too. The aesthetic beauty of it made me love the place.

On June 20th, my family and I went on a road trip to Virginia. We decided to visit Kings Dominion, which is a theme and waterpark. It was a sunny, hot day with a lot of people there. My siblings and I got on “The Volcano”. We had to wait in line for about forty five minutes but it was worth it. First, we took out our phones and shoes so they wouldn’t fall off during the ride and put them in a storage they had off to the side. Then, we buckled ourselves in and I was so excited for this ride to take off. After the workers came around and made sure we were buckled in, the ride moved very slowly into a dark tunnel. Then, all of a sudden we were all pulled back into our seats because the coaster zoomed so fast forward into the tunnel. When it sped