Personal Narrative: My Personal Experiences

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

Society is so focused on not failing that people are aiming not to fail instead of aiming to succeed. However, failure in many cases can lead to success by making a person want to work harder to achieve his or her goal. People should always continue to reach their highest potential because there will always be someone trying to surpass them unless they are working on improving themselves. Not only would broadening someone’s horizons lead to experience, but also personal growth.

There will come a point in everyone’s life when they realize they are simply not good enough at a certain task. It is this negative energy that can fuel some and ruin others. When I was in 8th grade I simply was not talented enough to make a club soccer team, but that heartbreak did not dissolve my desire to play, and eventually taught me lessons I will take to my grave.

Yes I do believe what Ralph Waldo Emerson said was true. What he meant by that saying is you will not succeed if you don't try things you have not tried or are good at. The reason I say this is because I always was good at sports but never at school. I could never play the sports i wanted because of it so I moved to this new school. When school started i had trouble but not for long because I asked the teachers for help and so they helped me understand my work before i left the room each day which bettered me. I had also heard about tutoring and went to that which helped me get good at school. I had a friend with the same problem but the other way round she was good at school but not at sports. So I told her to practice and she did for

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

My field experience was in Ms. Felkins third grade classroom at Washington Elementary School. The class there are nineteen students total, nine boys and ten girls. There are two different ethnic groups in the class, four African American students and fifteen white students. Additionally, there are three students who go to a resource room throughout the day for academic instruction. One of the students goes to the resource room for thirty-minute increments throughout the day. Three students go to a small reading group each day to work on reading skills.

Based on my personal experiences and beliefs, I agree with Emerson when he wrote, "Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow". Within my sport there is a constant demand to push yourself past what you have already accomplished, and I have come to the realization that if I do not ignore the fear or hesitance being said within myself, I will not become any better at what I do and I could potentially never know what I am capable of. To put this quote simply, it is to say that if you do not take a chance, or go forward with something, you will not move or make any new achievements; i think that this particular quote can be applied to any part of my life such as, school, sports, relationships,

Staring at blank space in the dark. Tucked under my covers, tear stains on my face. Red as a tomato itself. I couldn't comprehend why was I was being punished. I did everything right, everything that you could think of. Mistakes were made here and there but as for myself, I was a good person. I know that everyone's worried. Till this day I cried and cried every night to a cold empty pillow where he use to lay wondering how. Memories floods my mind with every object that comes across my sight. Reminiscing as if it were yesterday. In my 2014 Chevy Malibu laughing, enjoying what God created. I smiled, a smile that stretched across my face as the cool autumn breeze kissed my skin. Staring at the most beautiful human being I could ever imagine.

The training ground was outside and depending on what we needed it for was able to instantly change its terrain. I walked over to a nearby basket and pulled out an old wooden bow and a quiver full of arrows.

I was twelve years old when my family moved to the mountains of Humboldt County we moved at the beginning of winter and my father said there would be snow where we were going to live. I had never seen snow before and I couldn’t wait to build snowmen, throw snowballs and build igloos, like I had seen children on television do. A child’s excitement blossomed at the prospect of a new winter paradise

In late September of 2010, was the year I learned a new word “Depression”! I was in 1st grade and everything was fun because I had no responsibilities or worries. I didn’t know how to feel grief for a long time because I was always happy. I didn’t know that a family member could own a child.

In the year 2008, I attended elementary school enrolled in the third grade. I enjoyed outdoor activities with a burning passion, and I had many friends. One weekend my best friend Dimitri slept-over at my house, and he and I decided to go on a bike ride with my younger brother. Unfortunately we only had two helmets that functioned properly, but since I always put friends first, I gave my helmet to Dimitri. We were having a great time racing up and down the block until my brother found a pair of rusty broken scissors lying on the side of the road. An awful idea entered his mind at that moment and he decided to throw the scissors at me. During his first attempt he missed and I sped away and yelled at him. Ignoring me, he threw them and missed

Eek! I sounded like a teenage girl when I got the news. I was finally getting to go on the annual trip to Worlds of Fun. My aunts had gone every year for the past 3 years and had a blast every time, claiming that it got better each year. Not only was it a theme park, but when it got dark during the month of October it turned into a haunted forest. I had planned on having a great vacation, and I thought that it would be the best time of my life, but what happened was not what I expected.

My most significant experience in my life is unforgettable. I was there with my sisters, my mom, and my dad. It was the most horrifying event that I have ever witnessed. The daunting image in my head is still clear as day, as though it happened yesterday. This event did not affect only me, but also my family. The story that I am about to tell you may change the way you see things and it may not. All I can say is, it