Personal Narrative : Personal Experiences

identify a personal experience that impact my life as the topic for this paper. After days of thought about the assignment, I sat down to write, but I ended up staring at a blank computer screen for a long time. I thought to myself, I am struggling. This thought prompted me to think of all the times that I had struggled in my life. I remembered struggling in basketball, school, and everyday life. As I thought about them, I realized that I got through them and benefitted from the experiences. Pushing

The night before I thought about just saying I went to a meeting and watching one on Youtube. This idea gave me more anxiety than actually going. I set my alarm for 6am to make it to the 7am-8am meeting at Narragansett Town Beach. My friend was over the night before and he also grew up in Narragansett and lived here for 30 years as well. He gave me worst anxiety, talking about I am going to see all the “townies”, teachers and neighbors. This made me extremely nervous, but it is the only time I can

Sitting on top of the highest peak for miles, I feel the winter air whipping my face. The bitter cold makes my skin prickle and my breath, rapid and heavy after climbing to the top, freeze into my hair in beautiful, intricate flakes. They melt against my hot skin, leaving tear like drops spilling down my face. The cold feels wonderful, comforting even, after the strenuous climb. In this moment, I think of nothing but the air moving in and out of my body, like a river flowing quickly through a shallow

October 31st,2015-Two years ago i was trick or treating with my friends.We had just come back from my freinds house at about 7pm,his parents were drunk and said we could stay out as long as we wanted. So we di,i had brought some eggs,sharpies,toilet paper and a pocket knife to cause so mischief.The turn out wasnt all that good,lots of houses lights were off which meant they werent giving out candy.So of course being the jerk i am toilet paper a couple of houses and dipped with my friends. My friend

It was around 2:00 p.m. on a temperate day in mid-August. My family and I were on vacation in Walker, Minnesota. We lodged in a rented cabin at Big Rock Resort on the expansive Leech Lake. My gracious grandfather decided to rent a Jet Ski for the day, so we all lathered up in sunscreen and hit the water. Little did I know that the next few hours were going to be some of the scariest I’ve ever experienced. As I strolled down to the dock, I heard the familiar click of life jackets being fastened around

In the spring of 2017, my family had traveled to snow-capped peaks of Colorado. This trip was an annual ski trip that we had been looking forward to for the past few months. I was at the beginning of the trail with my snowboard and have been focusing on my technique. In a split second, I was tumbling down the trail, dislocating and breaking my elbow in the process. I had to have a surgery to pin the broken pieces, then do extensive rehabilitation. Many activities were out of scope. Therapy was

“What did she do this time?”, I asked myself, as I opened the door to the downturned face of our caseworker. I remember letting her inside angrily and returning to the task I had been attending to before I heard the knock at the door. I continued the search for diaper wipes, which I needed to change my brother’s diaper. As I did this, I thought about how I always seemed to be cleaning up my mother’s crap. My caseworker gave me the details that her presence alone had already given me. We were being

I had always doubted myself. From things as simple as answering a question in class to something as big as messing up my role in the fifth grade musical. One of my biggest insecurities was my athletic ability. I had always been a smaller guy and not very strong or fast. So when I had joined football for the first time I was very worried I wouldn’t fit in. I thought I was going to be that one weird person, that was until I had started. Everyone welcomed me and treated me just like anyone else. This

The class trip to the museum seemed boring, but it actually proved to be one of the best adventures of my life. We strolled through several floors seeing tons of majestic statues, old books, and ancient paintings. Interestingly, loads of caution tape covered the entrance to the basement floor. So putting our brilliant minds together, my friends and I slipped right through the caution tape looking for adventure. We detected nothing important except countless cobwebs, and a massive, oval structure

When I stepped into that audition room, palms drenched in sweat. When I stepped onto the unfamiliar texture of carpet underneath the soles of my shoes. “Kayla Massie. Number 018017. Fifteen years old.” I tried to sound confident to increase my chances of passing the audition however, now that I think about it, my voice was as weak as a mouse trying to make conversation with a cat. I heard the booming bass drum escaping from the speaker next to the judges in front of me as my body began to move to