Essay about Personal Narrative - My Mother, the Hippie

We Native American’s live a horrid and terrifying life full of mistreatment, brutality and often complete genocide if we do not comply with the demands of the European’s. The foreigners not only changed our lives for the worse, but also brought along with them violence, disease and death. They changed my way of life, our way of governing, and if we don’t comply to their way we might as well have asked for a death sentence. People called us “Savages” and “Violent”, but what choice were we left with when they invade our homes ultimately destroying our way of life. Being put in the position of watching women and children slaughtered before my very eyes everyday is something I have to experience for the rest of my life. We Native Americans were pushed to the edge of extinction by the total genocide induced by the European People.

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

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A saying i've kept to myself is to get back up when knocked down. This saying doesn’t just stand for getting up when literally knocked down but can keep a deeper meaning than what it says as for example being knocked down by a difficult obstacle to overcome and getting up to find a way to get past it and achieving it. Some people may not see this as something important but they don’t think about how getting up after knocked down can be something that can or would have been like a positive outcome into their life and how they are given two choices when knocked down which is to stay down or get back up and continue going forward.

I was ten, the most terrifying event I had been through was riding the little dragon roller coaster at the fair, but that night changed it all. The fear that started in my head spread like wildfire to the rest of my body from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my toes. My heart was racing so fast that it could have beat Usain Bolt in a 100m dash. Stop, drop and roll, three steps that should have come naturally, but instead I froze, looked down at my yellow and black checkered flannel in complete terror, fearing for my life.

I had always assumed that my legs were strong and that I had decent muscle control, however, this thought was proven wrong at the beginning of my junior year in high school due to a detrimental injury. It was the first game of fall league for basketball, and within the first five minutes I had succumbed to an injury. Tearing my ACL and Meniscus has taught me to continue improving on my strength, not let this one injury keep me down, and to keep a positive mindset.

Long before the Florida Turnpike and the Interstate Highway System ramped up to full speed and swampland in Central Florida was paved over, Florida tourist venues and roadside attractions were an eclectic mix of fun, imagination, intrigue and amazement for everyone. From reptile farms, tropical gardens and aquatic springs to dolphin shows, old west towns and museums of the unique and strange, tourists visiting Florida were able to catch, either by design or on a whim, these venues, as they rolled down US highways 1,19, 41, 301 and all the off-the-beaten-path back roads. But as time marched on, so did the tourist, as they stayed on the interstate and headed for Orlando, to see what all the hub-bub was about in the early 1970s. The venues and attractions may be long gone, but they are not forgotten, as memories of the wonderful tourist and roadside attractions that were a piece of Florida history, are recalled.

I slowly cut the heart out of the folded paper and held it up to the light. The edges were jagged and uneven; I tossed it in my growing pile of scrap paper. My hands were stained with marker and my hair was covered in glitter. It was bedtime and I was not even halfway done with the valentines for my third-grade class. I wanted my cards to look great- better than store-bought. I was so frustrated that tears welled in my eyes. The next morning, defeated, I went to CVS with my mom to buy cards. Everyone liked the Kit-Kat bars taped to the backs.

Holidays are great opportunities to change up a regular routine, visit new locations, specifically to see new things and try new activities. On July 31st, 2014, we as a family ventured out on a three-hour drive to the beautiful Cape Breton Island for a memorable weekend called, “Chestico of Days”. This weekend getaway was a nice break from our daily routine of going to work, keeping up with regular housework, and (and what else can I say?? ). We stayed in Port Hood with some of our family for this particular weekend in a cabin and tent trailer, which was in the middle of a forest, away from anything that resembles civilization. This allowed us to keep life simple and free from our regular schedule. We were fascinated by all the new sights

Back then, I was good friends with Rosa. I still am. I worked with her at the department store, and we had boarded the same bus back home. Walking on, I noticed she paused at the sight of the bus driver. My first thought was that he must have been the same driver Rosa had told me about. I was going to wait for a different bus with her, but she kept walking. We sat side by side in a comfortable silence.

I believe that when people come together, it’s a beautiful thing. And when someone who can’t do something tries to do it and everyone else helps, that is a great moment.

I am rummaging through a cardboard box full of pictures, looking for the perfect one to put in one of those sentimental Mother and Daughter word frames from Hallmark. Finally, a photo falls from the box, and I pick it up, knowing I have found what I am looking for.

It would have been easy to resolve had either one of us wanted to end the squabble. Looking back, it is unbelievable to me that I acted the way I did. Again and again the situation runs through my mind, unveiling new ends to the argument. It was a perfect example of similar scenes playing themselves out all over the world - the most basic level of social conflict we have, the easiest to resolve.

What is society and how did it help shape me into the person I am today? First, society is the state of living in organized groups of people. These organized groups of people are the ones that made me who I am today and will continue to shape me, as I grow older. My version of society is white middle class people who grow up going to catholic schools. These white middle class people are only associated with other white middle class people, and very seldom venture out of this little society. As stupid as that sounds to not associate with other people it is true. The reason this is true is because of where I live, where I go to school, and who my friends are. I guess it is just like

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.