Personal Narrative: My Recall

One of the biggest transitions of my life was when I moved off to college. At home I have a very stable and supportive family system. They knew me better than anyone else and they held me accountable. I was not scared to move out and go away to college, I was more curious to see what this chapter of my life would bring. Getting away from the comfort of my family really made me take some time to focus on myself. This may attention assignment only furthered this journey of becoming more self aware.

The most important game of the year was coming up and I was ready. Everything was going perfect for me, because I was the starting QB as a freshmen at Englert High School. We were playing Joston High School the number 1 team in the nation since 1960, it was going to be a tough game because they had the number 1 ranked defense, but we had the best offense. The day before the game was just a normal day I went to school and had football practice after school. A couple weeks ago one of the other teams that we had played earlier in the year wanted another game so we decided to play them. They had been the hardest team we had played all year, we had only beat them by a last efforts field goal it hardly went in as it bounced in off the crossbar.

Then they first sent me to the amnesia doctors. I still remember how the rooms look. The room was a kind of light kind of dark tan or a very light brown color; the room was also bright. They put the mask over me and released the gas. They also gave me an IPad that was in a red case. I remember very vividly I was playing the game Flow. I started to laugh and laugh. Then they toke the IPad away and told me it’s time for me to go to. I remember me lifting my arm up and waving it back and forth saying “no I don’t want to go sleep” then nothing else after that. It felt like seconds I woke up in

I cannot recall an instance in which Ely has not been by my side. The baby blue plush elephant takes me back to sketching masterpieces on the stark white kitchen walls using my 64 pack of Crayola crayons with a sharpener. She represented innocence in its entirety; I was her troublemaking best friend. My bright blue eyes mirrored her powder blue skin perfectly, and her yellow pajamas echoed my unruly golden mane of curls. Her design was based upon the drawings of the Beatles' John Lennon. Coincidentally, I've developed a passion for music and art as a form of self expression. We were an impeccable match.

Recalling a time when I observed a negative action and could of done something about it was probably back in middle school. This event was when one individual was bullying a kid and talking in a negative manner to this certain individual and this cause one person to flip over a desk, but I was just a witness I would have stopped this by notify someone or telling the person to stop or calm down.

It had been dark, and looking back at it, Magnolia could see how her intentions had easily been misinterpreted. After all, manipulating gigantic chunks of metal around a room with what appears to be a stick would be quite uncanny, especially for one who is not used to magic. -------------------------------------------------------------------

"Oh? How bad you've been? You've been so bad you need to be punished? You've been so bad you need to be spanked?

everybody, so it must be our eyes." She looked at me and told me, "You

Time passed as I remained in that kitchen chair. Until the doorbell broke me out of my continuous, horrific train of thoughts, that is.

When I was in kindergarten, my mom who had just broke up with Wane A.K.A. the worst person on Earth, met my soon to be step-dad, Chris. They dated for a little bit, about three years or so. Chris was awesome, he would play super-heroes with me, and even let me jump on the couch. Then, one day, mom and Chris announced to both his family, my mom’s family and me, that they are going to get married. A year after the announcement we went on Royal Caribbean’s “Oasis of the Seas”, which was so big, it felt like being on the Titanic. We had a wedding on water, the taste of sea salt made me think of making cookies with my grandma. The day after the wedding I almost chopped my big toe off trying to stop the elevator door from closing. The doors felt like two razor blades

A few hours and two trips back to the refrigerator later, John found himself staring at the clock on the wall, attempting to decipher the time. It had to have been well into the evening by now, and he surely was supposed to be home hours ago but Alexander Hamilton had a way of making you forget things like that. He had just done a rendition of a Christmas song that John could not recall moments before and had stumbled through the lyrics to the tune of John’s laughter. At the final chord, Alex had taken it upon himself to dramatically drape his body across John’s legs and pushed as close as he could manage into his chest. John giggled at this before absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair.

“You can have it if you want,” my father said, pointing to the Playboy magazine on his desk. His index finger interrupted my line of vision, and my eyes shot up to make contact with his.

When I read the descriptions in the textbook I could not believe how spot on they were. As a little girl I would have been seen playing with one other person. It did not really matter if the person was a boy or girl however. I moved around and was an only child, so I was happy just having the one friend within walking distance. At age 7 my best friend was Ian. By age 10 it was Linda. My closest friend growing up was Geri. As described on page 265, we met in middle school, and we were very close. We spent more time talking than any other activity. Even though there were others in our circle of friends, we were not as close to them as we were to each other. At that time in my life, I there was no other person as supportive and understanding as

“Have you ever played horse?” You asked, basketball in your hands and a mischievous smile on your face, rolling the ball between your fingers. Steve turned towards you, eyebrows raised high, hands on his hips.

Inside, my mind is racing as I stand there motionless. The last few weeks have been spent preparing for this special moment in time. “How will I do, will they be staring at me, are they laughing at me?”. All these thoughts have completely overwhelmed my mind. In a matter of moments, I recognize that my heart is on the verge of exploding. “Why did I ever decide to go through with this, I am not the type of person to put myself in this type of a situation. I should run away now before it gets worse ”. It will be starting any second now, the panic has taken over and I stand there waiting for the embarrassment to begin. The ball is hit straight towards me and I swing, hence striking it back over the net. Although mostly a reaction, my partner