Personal Narrative: My Memoir

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

When I first read the assignment, I tried thinking of things that happened to me that affected me. I was drawing a lot of blanks because I try to block out the negative things in my life. My friend who was around me said “why don’t you write about your mom” and my first thought was that I wasn’t affected by that negatively but then I was like it had a positive effect on me. I spent the next few days thinking about what happened to start the whole and every event that happened since then. I couldn’t include everything that happened because some things were too private for me to share. What I learned from writing this was that when I’m telling my experience of something, it’s not that easy to explain because I have to shorten things and leave things out. It’s hard to tell a story about something that happened because people may judge you or what you’ve been through. I learned many things from my experience about my family and myself. I learned that you can’t always rely on your parents for everything. I learned about who my mom was as a person and who I am as a person. I saw different sides of my mom and dad from this situation, also from myself. The narration in my essay describes my view on things and my knowledge of it. I included things that happened to my parents as well. I didn’t try to take away from what the purpose of the essay was. My essay has meaning for others because there are kids who have went through the same things that I have. People can relate to my situation and understand what I felt and how their life got affected by their situation. What I did well in my essay is that I explained my situation and how I was affected or what some of my memories of it are. The things in my essay that are weak are my details or maybe my focus. I tend to jump around when writing down my thoughts so there might be things in this that aren’t understandable or clear to the reader.

Fast forward to 8th grade English class, and my teacher told us we had to write a memoir about a moment in our life that scared us. Since I had many of those moments all throughout my life, I didn 't know which one to pick. I didn 't decide what I was doing until the day before it was due when I sat down at my grandmas computer to type and print my assignment. I contemplated writing about all of my near death experiences, but settled on something else.I decided to write about the one thing that changed my life forever and that still haunted me to the very day and every moment. The topic, as you can guess, was my father.

When I was 20 months old my partner in crime was born. Kensey Kaitlyn McKee was born March 7, 2002, and little did I know my life would be changed forever. I was not an only child anymore I now had a little sister who needed all the attention. Once Kensey was old enough to walk and talk that’s when we really started to have fun. We once got in trouble for wiping diaper rash cream all over our walls and mirrors, it was a disaster but I’m sure we were having the time of our lives. Another time we put our new kitten in a cooler in 100 degree weather for hours, and then finally one of us remembered where we had put her luckily the cat was just fine. We always had so much fun. I feel so bad for my parents at one point they had two toddler

Losing someone who is close to you, usually happens to everyone. The difference between people when this situation occurs is how you live after it has happen. My six word memoir was “looking up and hoping you’re there”. My aunt unexpectedly passed away last year in April. No one really understood and to be honest, I still don’t understand why this would happen. I got called up to the office, and my mom picked up my brother and I. She was taking us to the hospital to see her. I didn’t know what state she was in. Then we were brought to the Critical care unit, my heart sunk because I knew this wasn’t good. I prayed and prayed to God that it this wasn't true. By the time we got there, she was considered brain dead. A little background with my

I was not always so outspoken and driven to get good grades. Freshman year I was timid, struggled with my grades, and had no idea what the future looked like. Now, I have found exactly what I want to do for the rest of my life and became much more confident then I was freshman year. Along the way I have even made a decision to switch schools. I have transformed a lot along the way from freshman and sophomore year at Portsmouth High School and finishing off at Rogers High School.

I was in the car with my family heading towards the lake to go fishing. The car ride was long and boring. Half through the car ride we stopped at a gas station so we could get some gas. After we got gas we went back on the road and I fell asleep through the other half of the car ride.

It was 8:30pm in my bedroom. I just got home from football practice like every other night.

Lead:My memoir is really about...the struggles in your life. Some you can overcome, and some you can’t

I was sitting at my desk, looking around for any small detail that I thought I may have missed. Everything looked organized and the way my roommate and I wanted it to look. I looked at him and told him “this is our new home for a year”. Every upcoming college student dreams about moving day and my time was coming soon. Three weeks prior to move in day, I began organizing and preparing for what was coming, “What are the most important things I should bring”, “How much is the trip going to cost?”, all these questions began to rush towards my head at once and if it wasn’t for the help of my mom, I wouldn’t have been able to organize myself and pack for college.

I was sitting on the couch next to my new dog Earl, I was about eight years old. He was a rescue dog from Upaws. He was about one buth this is the first day that we had him. We spoiled him with new toys, but his favorite thing that we had gotten him was his bone.

Due to economic circumstances and my father's alcohol abuse, my family suffered from family problems and emotional pain. My father would come home drunk and argue with my mother about our economic circumstances. I was too young to understand what was occurring between my parents and I grew up believing that this was the typical family. I remember a specific occasion when my dad came home and he said that he was tired of us. He left my mom with my three siblings and I without money and anywhere to go. This situation terrified me and caused me to focus in school to forget about my personal problems. I could not understand how my father could leave us and not care for us. We then lived in someone's garage because we could not afford a home. Throughout

This experience did not only bring me closer to my dad, but also taught me not to be selfish. And, instead attempting to escape the bitter reality, I learned to focus my energy on how I can make the situation better. Because I believe life will always provide obstacles that need to be overcome. It is up to us and our attitude towards the situations which will make us stronger and wiser. Furthermore, I learned to look at the positive side in situations because it is in our attitude that determines how we react to certain situations and problems in life. This virtue I can apply to my dreams and aspirations in being an engineer, to look at the positive things when it comes to creating solutions a

I am going to begin my life story between the ages of 5 and 8. I remember this being a genuinely positive time for me. Nothing traumatic seemed to happen. My family all got along really well, and we were happy. I was involved in lots of musical things such as piano lessons, plays, and the Rialto children’s choir. Everything was going well for me, and I wanted nothing to change. Of course, avoiding change is impossible. When I was 7 years old, my Mom gave birth to my youngest brother Eddie. When I first found out I was terrified, no one, not even me knew why. I just had this sudden fear my mother was going to die. But after he was born I was ecstatic, and those fears faded into something of the past. Little did we know that was just the beginning of a much larger problem. But that didn’t arise for about another year. So until then things just kept going as normal, My parents, brothers and I, all living happy semi-normal lives.

Chapter 4: (Age 13-16) My family has always been known to have no problems. To the world it seemed like everything was fine but to me everything was bottled up. That is what irritates me the most. We were so fake not only to those closest to us but to each other. To be so honest being “happy” was draining both mentally and emotionally. We were not how we used to be like. We are however divided by my dad’s actions. Over the years I have gotten used to the feeling and that is not a good thing. Since I have become numbed nothing mattered. Each fight I realized my tears were not worth shedding because this war was meant to be fought by my mom and dad. I was nothing but collateral damage. I forgive my dad but his actions changed not only my life but my values. I have been able to establish morals and views that opposed what I have been taught growing up. I have a good life and I can say that with confidence because despite life’s difficulties I still enjoy the little things each day brings. I refuse to let my dad’s actions define me. I will write my own book and this is just the beginning.