Personal Narrative: My Name's Pennies

Threads to Which I belong is a book that captivated my soul. As I read through the pages of history, I found myself traveling back in time. Invisible I stood in Mississippi watching a family’s history unfold. As I turned the pages, my emotions changed constantly. I experienced emotions of anger, disgust, sorrow, and happiness. The author has written an outstanding piece of work that forces you to consider researching your own family history.

A girl named penny and her family have just moved back in town Penny noticed a red car at Mrs.Ruthie’s house and saw Caleb Devlin in the car.

The most impactful thing that happened this year was getting my new dog. It was my first rescue dog i ever had. It was a female bulldog, and was hurt and afraid. And her name is Penny. Penny had a rash and was afraid of putting our hands near her. She had to be taught a few things like sitting when getting food or getting along with the other dogs. Penny had to get special food to help her. Plus with some medicine for her rash so she can feel better so she can feel like a normal dog. Penny had to be walked so she can be healthy and feel much better as a normal dog. Because of all these things we believe that the previous owner took bad care of penny and was smacking her a

What I wanted on summer vacation made me end with a heavy debt on my shoulders. The debt that I haven?t paid off yet to my dad. Buying the PC was a good idea, but I messed it up myself. Last school holiday I had the bright idea to buy a PC, PCs are strong, easy to use, and reliable. I am a guy who wants to experience all fields of gaming, when some people like calm and relaxing games. Others might like driving, sports, strategy games, or some action. For me, I try all types of games, so to do that I have to get myself a PC, and what?s cheaper than building one yourself (at least what it?s normally like).

We human beings are all works of art. Every experience that we have is a new stroke of paint to our canvas. The things that influence us do the same. I am not a completed work of art, but I can show my progress of what makes me. I am influenced by the media, my teachers, and the neighborhoods I lived in. Now here is the showing of my work.

Well hi there beautiful person, my name’s Copper, and it’s such a pleasure to meet you. In fact, I can’t wait to start on this journey with you! All the places we’ll go and the things we’ll see, though I’m sure my favorite will be the time I share with you at my new forever home. I’m a very people friendly fellow, and just love everyone I meet even the kiddos. Though I can be a little bit too playful and rambunctious for smaller children, since I still don’t always realize my size and tend to knock them down. I’m still on the young side and love to run around and play. So if I could find someone would take me on a jog or even walk around town, where I can strut around and show my handsomeness off I would really appreciate it. In my previous

Identity is what I believe the thing that makes up all human beings. Everybody has an identity, some just aren't as brisk to comprehend what it is or what it means. Identity is generally what someone's traits make up and in my case, I believe I am benevolent, venturesome, and optimistic. Some of the qualities I consider myself to have are not what I would have considered myself to be last year. I believe life lessons that someone undergoes can change their identity and the way they come off drastically.

It was an ordinary Friday afternoon, I was playing outside with Peyton Becker when a bright orange chichiwawa walked up the driveway. He cautiously came toward us and stopped. We tried to pet him, but he was too frightened, I knew because he had tucked his tail between his legs. Next we tried treats but I guess he had a treatphobia or something cause he still wouldn't budge to let us pet him. By then we gave up and Peyton went home. The next day Lauren and I sprung out of bed to see if he was still there. Once we made it to the back door he was still there infact right at the back door begging with his big brown eyes to come in. We needed a plan to keep him. We begged all afternoon, until we’d forgotten about him being outside, we rushed out the back door to find him laying in the grass, we sat down next to him and pet him until we realized we were petting him!

Penny loved watching this stranger's blood boil. With every word Penny said, the angrier the woman would look. She was clenching her fists tighter and tighter into little balls, and Penny wondered if when those hands came flying up to her cheek, indents from her nails would be visible.

I was born in Phoenix, Arizona at 7:30 in the morning on September 4, 2002. I was going to be named Asia, but my dad was like, “Why would someone be named after a continent.” I was supposed to be born on september 5 to. I would be twins with Aja Sheppard same birthday and name. She was born a year later though.

See a penny pick it up and all day you’ll have good luck! That was and still is a mantra of hope for many, including myself. It is one taught to children in schools across America as a way to encourage positive saving habits. On a bad day, if I find a penny my mood changes and my spirit lightens. My relationship with pennies heightened as I began middle school and realized the true value of this tiny coin. Day after day, I found pennies under couches and behind doors. I collected them for almost a year until I had saved enough for a pair of sunglasses. Little did I know that by spending so many pennies, I was boosting the market value of a circulated coin. Now, knowing that people think the penny is useless worries me,

My name means wise and ancient in its native tongue. When it crosses borders, it shape-shifts, ever muddled in change, a byproduct of the incompetence of a nation. Things change when you start at the back of the mouth and move to the front, taking detours around the sides, as the straightforward path is blocked by construction, ending in an abrupt one way sign as the tongue hits the teeth. The preconceived notion that someone will get it wrong, or stare at the paper as if it were some small child's writing scrawled across and poorly spelled, yet it was still trying to be read aloud. The were a three times where someone has gotten my name right, first try, those anomalies, a surprises, miracles in their own point. My name Cian, will forever

It is said that you never forget your first. Well, I certainly will never forget the first play I performed in. The rush of excitement and the heat from the lights upon the stage will never escape my memory. The Three Penny Opera was the first play I performed in and I don’t mean to sound dramatic or cliché but, that experience changed my life forever. I discovered a new part of myself. A part of me that is not afraid to speak, nor is she afraid to try new things. As a result of this experience, my entire identity changed. I grew to understand that I do not have to be afraid to speak up, nor do I have to be afraid of change.

As I asked my parents regarding where my name came from, they said my first name Maria was suggested by the midwife who happen to be my grandmother to acknowledge her handwork. My second name Ronalyn, was derived from the name of my father which is Roland. But there are other meanings where my name came from.

Penny lies, in full 18th century attire, with a ruffled blouse, bonnet and all, clinging to a ragged doll. Her appearance prominent against the scurrying, present day city life that circles her. She looks lost and displaced. The pavement she lies on is cold, grimy and damp but this doesn't bother her. She looks and feels so tiny as she glares vacantly into her own mind, attempting to make sense of the perplexity racing through her head and the bizarre world that surrounds her. Although she feels detached within herself, the people around her see nothing but a little girl playing make believe. It is not so unusual to see such a young child playing ‘dress up’. They all say, ‘she is just playing’ or ‘she will grow out of it’, but in her head, this is all she knows and this is all she has ever known. She doesn’t belong here. In her mind she belongs to a distant time and place. The thoughts and recollections of a distant time are so striking in her mind, they appear more real than the life she is presently living.