Personal Narrative: My Trampoline

Home is a dwelling where people unwind, mature, and can safely reside. Coates, Andreou, and Owen see home as a material structure and are chiefly concerned and focused on the importance of access to home. On the other hand, Shammas, Iyers, and De Botton view the abstract concept of home, which emphasizes that home, is about creating feelings and memories. Home is not a material place where it can be several different places and have no meaning. Home is a place where you create fond memories, feelings, and grow with the culture.

Over my spring break I was lucky enough to get to go to Florida with my college baseball team and I got to see one if the most beautiful baseball stadiums in the US, JetBlue Park. I got to watch Florida Gulf Coast take on Florida State at JetBlue Park, which is used as a spring training field for the Boston Red Sox. My initial thought of the field is it’s almost exactly like Fenway Park with the same field layout, the big green monster in left field. Which surprised me because this was only a spring training field, very few games will be played or broadcasted here. This ballpark was unexpectedly nice and an experience I will never forget.

Smashing my finger made me realize to how stubborn we teenagers are. The lesson began when I went and bought a trampoline for my little brother and I. I was so excited and so ready to get the trampoline up that I didn’t listen to my mother’s advice. When I bought the trampoline my mother expressed how difficult they were to assemble, my father agreed. Without thought I began to put the trampoline together.

In summer of 1987 My mom called me over to her. She motioned for me to sit on her lap. At 11 years old it felt a little bit awkward but she never lacked for snuggling or telling me she loved me. As we sat there staring off at the crystal blue water of Lake Tahoe she asked me all the usual questions. Was I having fun, what was my favorite thing we did so far, what do you think about moving here? I looked over my shoulder to see here face. I was stunned, with my mouth wide open I replied “What?!” and got a mouthful of hair. As we both laughed, she continued “Well not here, but in the Reno area”. I was all for the new adventure. Ten years later as I drove under the Reno arch for the last time, all I could think was Reno was the worst biggest little city in the world to grow up in.

It was my friend Jenna’s twelfth birthday. We were in her big backyard bouncing around on the trampoline. It was hot from the blazing summer sun shining down. Jenna did a butt bomb on the trampoline and her legs flew out from under her as she rose up into the air. Her smile was wide as she came falling back down. Once she landed, Jenna shouted, “Do your coolest trick.” I pushed and bounced off into the air. I pulled my long legs and arms into myself as I went for the flip.

My grandma owns a old cattle farm, even though there isn't much cattle there anymore. Before my cousin, Aunt Jen, and uncle moved to Hawaii, they built a house on the property. Whenever they come to visit, they always stay in their old house.

All of these things (people, buildings, playful objects, and nature) are the components that make up a home. Some people don’t have all of those things in their home though. A homeless man has no house to live in whereas a rich man has a beautiful house to his or her accommodations as well as anything that will make

This was a somewhat hot day, but the wind was blowing. It was 84 degrees, the wind spend at 3mph. My friends and I decided to walk around the track at the Recreation Center. That day was our first time walking for the week of June 8-12. There were a lot of people walking that day. We walked around 12 times, at a slow pace. Maybe one day we will run around the track (PROBABLY NOT!!!). It seem like we were only out there for 30 minutes, maybe because we was talking. I felt myself getting tired around the 9th lap, but I kept going. I used my pedometer from start to finish.

I intensely watched as the landlady drug my body up the stairs. As she took my body up to my room. He started to realize she was more than slightly off her rocker. After she got my body to my room, she left and came back. As I looked closer, I noticed that she had a scalpel, bag of jars. I watched as she cut my body open, and started to put my organs in the jars. After she emptied my body, she started to stuff my body with sawdust. I should’ve left before she showed me around.

I dribbled the ball through his legs, then shot, but like a Condor with his long arms, he hit the ball out of the air.

I have a clay plate that I made in first grade, six years ago at my old school.It has cracks everywhere because I really didn't know how to craft it and it has my hand print on it from first grade. This plate is important to me because it reminds me of when I was a little kid at my old school. It's also important because I like to see what we crafted and did back in first grade.That is why that clay plate I made in first grade is so important to me.

Furthermore, the reason why I loved my house so much is because I had my own room. As a child I had to share rooms with my sister in a 8 broom house filled with my family until my mother decided

Family is what makes a house a home; this statement is undeniably precise. A person could have every material entity in the entire world, but it would mean nothing if he does not have someone to share it with. In other words, home is also semantically related to sharing the happiness, grief, and material things with one’s family. A home gives people a place to care about the people that mean the most to them. It is a place to tell amusing tales, a good story, or make memorable memories with one another. Furthermore, home is more than a place; it is a feeling. It is a feeling of contentment and happiness that they share with the ones they love. Moreover, home is when one knows they are with people that can drive them insane in a second, and the same people can make them happy in a second as well. Home means that no matter what one is going through, no matter how challenging life gets, there will be someone looking out for them.

My house contains many memories of my childhood is where I grew up, I know every part of it and its secrets locations. When I was a child I used to hide in the attic, nobody would found me because no one knew where it was. Every time I enter my house I get a feeling of welcoming and comfort, leaving the house would make me sad. I celebrated many things like birthdays, baptisms and graduations, it means everything to me. It’s a huge piece that gives me safety and protects me from the rain, sun and winter. My house also has protected me from the outside world and violence. I don’t think I would ever want to move out, the walls have many scars from crayons and holes. The floor needs remodeling but

In life, there are things and places that shape who we are. Those objects that we hold near and dear to our hearts is what makes these things significant to ones life. For me, it is a certain place that I hold near and dear. This place not only was always a safe haven for me, but also a spot to where I could just be free and relax from all obstacles life has thrown. The place I am talking about is my Grandmother 's house. As a child, my cousins and I would visit her and my grandfather. Coinciding with their home and personalities, their yard alone, was so full of life. Of course family were not the only people who were allowed to visit their home. Anyone who had problems at home, nowhere to go, or just wanted to be somewhere where there is peace and quiet were always and still are welcome. The reason to why my Grandparent 's home is so influential to me is because just like other things in my life, it shaped and molded me into the person that I am. Along with giving me insight to what my family is truly all about. One example would be that my grandparents still follow traditions of our ancestors, like preserving fruits and vegetables for example peaches, pears, and apples, and growing vibrant vegetable gardens. Another would be the wild life and vivid open space my grandparents had. Also, the stories, pictures, and history of our ancestors that were told and showed to us as children. These things, in general, are what is significant about my Grandparent 's home to me.