Personal Narrative: My Sky In Santa Cruz

I have had many possessions precious to me, but non-mount to the only thing that I have had since I was born, my baby blanket. The blanket has gone through life with me, been with me through it all. This blanket is my childhood; it means the most to me and it is the memories I couldn’t bear to hold. Though it’s a torn up piece of fabric, I could never let it

The transition of childhood to adulthood mangles one’s memories once they have gone through more melodramatic circumstances, which then leads to eventually forgetting about a special blanket or toy that was once used for comfort. For example, when I was a young child, I had specific toys in where I had grown attached to as they were given to me by a family member as a gift. When one took away my toy, I most likely would have had a “rage” since it was the way a “child either defended his or her objects

Every summer I look forward to sitting on a large, warm cabana under the Texas sun. My feet buried in the sand as I welcome the lukewarm waves against my legs. Being a beach bum in South Padre Island, Texas is a great way to bring on the summer. This island isn’t short of attractions, from the beautiful ocean, to tasty restaurants, to fireworks over the ocean you will never get bored on your vacation! Last summer I was joined by a few of my closest friends. We made so many memories as we all went parasailing for the first time. Our relationship grew stronger as we were able to share a new experience together. Spending a few weeks in South Padre Island with family and close friends is a great way to make memories that will last a lifetime.

San Luis, Colorado is the oldest town in Colorado. The Rio Culebra winds through the valley, surrounded by majestic mountains. It is one of the most beautiful scenes I have ever seen. My family along with many others have been here for generations. The beauty of the land is only accentuated by the beauty of our tight-knit families and culture. To counteract of all the physical and cultural beauty, there is social and economic strife everywhere around me. I live in the poorest county in Colorado and being impoverished is a challenge my community faces because of a lack of education and job deficit. As I have delved into community and family history, I have better understanding that the fact the that while many things like our support and love for family and culture have remain unchanged and untainted, so has the fact that our community struggles

I don’t remember much, I just remember not wanting to leave. The place I would be spending the rest of my life I had only visited a few times. I, only being two at the time, was absolutely terrified of moving. Moving. It seemed like the worst possible thing that could’ve happened then. At first, when we left, it felt the same as the last time I had gone there. Then the realization that I would be gone forever kicked in, and the fact that this time, my dad wasn’t coming with us. Just my mom and I.

I grew in a very small Northern California town. I am an only child and I was mainly raised by my mom who worked full time as a waitress. These are only two sentences about me, however I think they paint a picture about the way I look at the world. When you think small town you think sheltered, and you would be right. When you think Northern California you think liberal, you would again be right. When you think only child of a single parent you think independent but close to her mom, you would once agin be correct. Perhaps you didn’t guess all those things from the first two sentences, but I am here to tell you that many people can. I tend to read like an open book. I’m easily guessable.

One vital artifact is my blanket. My blanket is pink, has a drawing of winnie the pooh, and it is very fluffy. The blanket is special to me because I got it when I was a baby and I have had it ever since. It is also special to me because it was given to me by my sister. One important artifact is my pink, fluffy blanket. I got it when I was a baby and it was given to me by my sister.

Although the beautiful winters in Rochester already make the university cool, I, as a student, can make the school even cooler by being an active member in organizations and introducing Bay Area culture into the campus. I have lived most of my life in the Bay Area, during this time I have grown accustomed to the cultures from here. I plan to introduce the cultures and customs that originate in the Bay Area. Since they aren’t known over the country, these cultures only occur in the Bay Area. For example, the hyphy culture began to emerge in the late 1990s and early 2000s as a response from Bay Area rappers against commercial hip hop. However, this culture and movement wasn’t popularized anywhere else in the country. Consequently, this urban

My purple blanket is torn up, worn-out, and very small. Its appearance is far from charming, nevertheless it means the world to me. That tattered childhood blanket gave me a sense of security that is hard to find anywhere else. When I was younger, I was afraid of everything, and my blanket made me invulnerable to all the “monsters” that lurked in my room at nightfall. Whenever I lay awake at night,

My memento is a blanket that I made with my grandma when I was younger. This blanket is a memento to me because it represents family along with one of my passions. Family is represented by this blanket because it was made by me and my grandma and love as well as time being put into making it. The memory of making it and it finally being finished will never fade from my mind and is more vivid just looking at the blanket. Me and my grandma made this blanket because if you know me I’m kind of obsessed with blankets but I also really enjoy playing soccer. These two things were incorporated when I got to make this blanket. Soccer is a big passion of mine and was represented in this blanket by having one side with soccer balls and the other with

While I was in my grandparents’ house a few years ago, I had noticed a very soft woven mohair blanket in their living room. I was told that my aunt had picked it up while she was in Ireland, and I knew that when I went to Ireland, I would acquire one for myself.

Did you know that almost everyone, including adults, owns an object with sentimental value? My special object is my bear pillow. This pillow reminds me of a time when I felt loved. It’s also very soft and it looks like my dog.

The last time I remember something changing the night sky in my life time was the comet Hale-bopp back in 1997. I used to sit on the porch on my townhouse and start at it with my Dad. I was only 12 then so I didn't really have the most in-depth knowledge on what a comet was, but it blew my mind into read as much as I could about space. Speaking of the nighttime sky, astronomers are predicting the sky could look a little different in 2022.

Richard Rogers’ song “Favorite Things” talks about how the narrator’s favorite things make them feel better when times aren’t the best. People often have a memento from childhood that they keep throughout their life, such as a stuffed animal or a tea set. These possessions represent a memory or event from one’s life -whether it be from early on or from later in life- which in turn remind them of the feelings from the times they received it. These tokens from their early life often mean the world to them, and this is an accurate description of how I feel about my “Blankie.” My blanket is a source of comfort, every small imperfection has a memory behind it, and these impressions make the blanket unique to my life and my experiences. While most of the details that reside on my blanket are small and often remain unnoticed, each one makes it more important to me.

I believe in a warm blanket when curled up on the couch watching the drama in Grey's Anatomy to laughing at the comedy of Friends or to covering your eyes in fear of Annabelle. When bundled up bawling your eyes out to (spoiler alert) Gus Waters dying in The Fault in Our Stars, you need a blanket to clench onto.