Personal Narrative: My Mom To The Store

It was Monday, June 6th, 2016. The sun was shining and it was nice weather for an adventure. It was the first summer that any of my friends had their licences, so adventures were always happening. Kayla, Emily and I were on our way to Wildwood park, in her old blue car listening to music, using the GPS, and driving. Kayla was driving, Emily in the front seat, and I in the back. We were on Highway 14 going towards Mankato. Kayla looks down at the GPS for a second, I start yelling “shit, shit, shit, shit.”and then CRASH. Our small blue car is now in the back of a large pickup truck. After all this happen we end up in the ditch on the other side of the road. We all sat in silence for like a minute, then Kayla started to freak out a little. Emily and I working on calming her down. A construction worker came up to our car and asks us if we are alright and told us, “Make sure you can move your arms and legs, sometimes things happen and you won't even know.” We moved and we were all alright. First thing Kayla did was call her grandpa because he owned Kayla's car, he told us he was on his way. I texted my mom and she was not answering so I had to text my sister and she told my mom. And Emily text her mom as well. We did not want to call the cops because we didn't even know what to say or what to do, but the lady in the truck did not want to

My mom spoke very little to each of us and seemed to be gone longer and longer each day until Saturday, which was moving day. That Saturday I had a band concert for relay for life at my local park. As the performance came to an end my best friend and I hop in the backseat of her mom's sweltering car and crank up the radio. We listen to our favorite throwbacks as her mom speeds down the streets rushing to get me home. As we pull in the drive, an unfamiliar vehicle idles in my driveway. Inside my house lays all of my moms belongings neatly piled up by the door waiting to be taken. My mom greets me at the door and introduces me to her boyfriend. He is much taller than me and talks down to me as if I'm a child. I cut the conversation short and sit on the couch with my dog Casey as they continue moving her things. After the last item is hauled away, my mom looks at me through the glass of the front door and says “I'll pick up Casey later.” and vanishes without another

If I had to stay in a store for a week it would be the Family Doler. I reilly don't know why, but thers just somethen about it. The Family doler store haves so much stuf in it I just like to by it all. If I stay there for a week it would be the Family Doler because theres food in there and if I get bored theres so much to plae with. The there resins I chows the Faily Doler is because they have food, drecs, and all kinds of stof to kep me bese. The Family Doler is a grat stor. I go there ever day. There produt are chep. The only thag is the Family Doler chowses the 9:00 pm. It would be grat if the would stay opin till like 12:30 pm or something. I go there a lot with my dad and mom. I thank I can servie for a week in the Family Doler if I was

I had just gotten home from bicking with my best friend Brooke and her brother and baby setter. We had just gotten home from the dollar store and i was pulling into my driveway I noticed the garage door was closed I thought maybe they closed the garage because Blake has a birthday party to go to.As I pulled into the driveway on my bike and I go to the keypad to get into the garage. When I got close I saw a note on the keypad I read it out loud

Walking through the grocery store and I hear an awful cry. Walking to the next aisle and I see a little girl screaming, kicking, and rolling all over the floor. She’s yelling, “Cake, cake!” Her mom yelled, “No!” and little Susie keeps screaming. Her mom had had enough, so she gives in to little Susie. I was just like little Susie; I would do whatever needed to be done to get my way. My brother Jared would soon find this out the hard way.

I believe, without my mother's independence and the way she raised me, I would not be applying to Queens today. I have had my share of ups although I've also had plenty of downs. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. My oldest sister chose a different path when she had the opportunity to choose a more successful path. She moved out at the age of 16 to flew across the country to live off of my grandpa's income. She dropped out of college, barely a semester in, with student loan debt. She could have been a multi-sport collegiate athlete on scholarship. I look at her and see what could happen if I don't make the right choices and take advantage of my opportunities. My second oldest sister made most of the right choices, and I look at her and see how successful I could become.

On November 17,1989 my mother Juanita Renea Ohlinger went into labor at 6:00 A.M. she was in labor for 12hrs. She laid there in so much pain at Providence hospital until Dr. Kendal Foster showed up and told her she had to have a C-section because her pelvis would not expand. The nurse hooked my mother up to monitors and willed her to the operating room, my father Raymond F Smith was dressed in hospital operating clothes. Dr. Foster began to open my mother’s womb and pulled me out at 5:25 pm.

After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.

It was October 3rd and a brisk autumn breeze gently blew all of the beautifully colored, fallen leaves making them dance throughout the air. I just arrived back at my gray house, that stretched 3 stories high and stood in the middle of the woods, right on the outskirts of Knox, PA. My trip to Walmart was long and very aggravating, but after two hours of walking around feeling like a lost child, I finally found everything on my list for the get-together that I was hosting at my house. I was really looking forward to the get-together because just a couple weeks ago, I returned home from a two week long cruise in the Caribbeans and I was excited to get to catch up with my friends again. Once I got inside my house, my butler, Mr. Francis, immediately saw the grocery bags I was carrying and darted downstairs to my car to start helping me bring the bags upstairs and to get everything set

As an immigrant from Ghana, my mother came to the United States, not knowing anybody or much about the new area she was in. She didn’t have any relatives here, and she also hadn’t had much education after finishing high school in Ghana. She wasn’t afforded the opportunity to go to college because she was on her own. My mother has been with the union for nearly twenty years, and directly affected my entire family. Through the union benefits we were blessed with healthcare, and my mother with a job, after she had come to America with nothing. The union has allowed her to try and give her children the opportunity that she couldn’t have, being able to attend college and become successful in America. Also through this relationship my mother has

On a very hot day in the middle of June, my mom and I were traveling to a local supermarket to go get a few groceries. When we finally managed to get all the groceries we needed I started to walk towards the doors to leave when I noticed this cute old lady. She was short and had a narrow, oblong face with angular cheekbones and a pointed chin. I noticed that she was struggling with carrying all of her half dozen bags that were filled with all her items. I felt bad so I decided that I was going to be a generous person and help this lady out. I approached this woman and had asked her if she needed any help with carrying her groceries. The woman replied “oh yes I do, why are you so kind?” I told her that it looked to me that she (you) were having a hard time with your bags. She thanked me nonstop. We started to have a conversation and I asked her what her name was, but she was having a hard time even trying to tell me her name from the look she gave me. She seemed confused and out of place. The lady finally managed to tell me

Jaxon’s Mom’s Point Of View. The phone had rung a couple of minutes before it had all happened, a couple of minutes before everything changed. We would’ve never known what had hit us, we wouldn't see it coming. Down here in the south nothing ever happens, the most exciting thing that has happened here was when the local school won the state championship in 2007. Life before we knew it was about to change here in Alabama,and we’d never be the same again.

One day Jane was going grocery shopping for her siblings and herself on a Sunday before the week started. She grocery shopped a few miles outside of her own town. Soon Jane pulled up to the store HEB along with her four siblings Jay, Jeremy, Jeremiah, and John ( all boys ). When they entered the store, Jane made sure she had all her brothers with her and began to shop. Jeremy, the oldest brother, always put stuff in the basket without permission but not this week. Jane made sure they knew for sure that they only had $100 this week. Jeremy didn’t care he did whatever he wanted and put anything in the basket. He didn’t know that every time he put it all in that Jane was removing it one by one.

When I went to the general store to get a sucker, the moment I left the store and put the sucker in my mouth I began to feel nauseous. Then my vision got blurry and I blacked out. The next moment I woke up and I realized I wasn't in modern time.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping