Personal Narrative: Pokemon Cards

Half my friends laughing, the other half following quickly behind to see what’s going on. In between hanging up the phone with my mom and making it to the bathroom with no one behind me anymore, I realized, wow I’m a spoiled brat who got handed everything and reality came and bit my butt hard. I didn’t really need that sweater. Or the necklace I had bought earlier or even those to die for shoes I was drooling over. With this new sense of maturity, I went and returned all those things I didn’t need. When I got home I walk right into my mom’s room handed her the $250 I had just got back, from all the things I “needed” so badly, and told her,” You know mom, what you said was kind of mean but thanks.” She refused to accept my mom so when she wasn’t looking I put it in her purse later that

Four, maybe five German soldiers surrounded me. They were moving in faster than a pack of starving wolves, and I was their downed prey. There were flying bullets, dark smoke, and explosions everywhere. I was oppressed and knew that this was finally it. All my hard work was about to disappear into a plume of smoke. I commenced raising my rifle, and then in the midst of this chaotic scene there was this ever so subtle giggle over the headset. I look upwards dumbfounded to see a firestorm of bombs hailing all around me, and enveloping my entire section of the battlefield obliterating everything. It was my brother Chase piloting this monstrous desert-sand colored beast of a bomber, which just unleashed utter devastation on the opposing

December 17th, that is my birthday. Having switched school counties in middle school my birthdays always had to find the best of both worlds between two different groups of friends. Well, I had recently discovered the magic of social storytelling in games like Dungeons & Dragons. At this point three of my friends and I would meet up every two weeks for a late night session of fantasy tabletop role-playing. These nights were the high points of our social lives; it only made sense that I wanted ALL of my friends to experience this awesome game. So, I invited everyone asking them to come over around 6:00 p.m. and expect to be there until around midnight. I loaded up on snacks, came up with an adventure for us all to go through, and actually cleaned a little. Everything was set up for everyone to have fun, eat snacks, stay up late, and hopefully find a new hobby. Unfortunately that is not at all what happened.

oals, I thought to myself as I sprinted down the field, ball in my net. The scorching sun beat down on my back, as if trying to slow me down as I passed defender after defender, trying to score that next goal.

As I sat there and looked at it a little longer to believe that I actually got 5 tickets to the LSU football game. When I looked at my parents with a surprised look on my face, they knew that those tickets were worth the money. When I pulled them out of the card, they were shiny with a football player on the front. My brother and sister were shocked too because they were going to an LSU football game also. As I looked closer at the tickets, I saw that the date for the game was October 26, 2013, which is three days before my birthday. That’s when I figured out why they gave it to

Saturday was cleanup day and I helped my grandfather shovel the sawdust off of the meat market floor. After the morning rush of customers, I took the shovel and began my journey. For most kids, this was a lot of hard work, but I loved being my grandfather’s little helper. I would take the giant shovel and slide it across the floor, scooping more sawdust than I could pick up. I would spill half of it back onto the floor. After the old sawdust was picked up, we would put new sawdust down so the floor would be nice and clean. It was time for my favorite part of the day. After we cleaned up everything, my grandfather and I would walk downtown to the Dime Store so I could spend my savings! The Dime Store was like the Dollar General store is to us today. To me it was the biggest toy store in the whole world! My grandfather would say “ok, you can pick two things, that’s it”. He knew he had to set a limit or my arms would be loaded down with items when we reached the cash register. I would have spent my limit and more. My grandfather taught me not to spend all of my money. He would tell me, “save some for a rainy day”. I often wondered what that meant. As I placed my items on the counter, my grandfather said “are you sure that is what you want”? It was the same items every month, a bag of play money and a new receipt book, so I could pretend I was a cashier like the lady that worked at the grocery

Hello GameStop i was just wanting to say that i think that your guys trade in for games i think the people should be getting more money when they wanna trade stuff for store credit or cold hard cash, I don't get that when you wanna trade a new game and you guys say that you will only give them like 12 bucks i think its should be like for a new game in this generation they should at least give them what they paid for but like ten bucks less.

May 8th 2014, a Thursday night on a school night. At the time, I was 13, nearly finished with middle school and soon to be graduating onto high school. On this particular night, I sit at my kitchen table across from my older sister, both grasping our 3DS's playing our favorite game at the time: Animal Crossing. In the midst of an intense competition of catching fruit as we race against the clock, my mom moseys into the kitchen and sits between us. She demands that we put down our consoles. My sister complies, whereas I ignore her and attempt to finish up my game. My mom then forces me to end my game, explaining that she desperately needs my attention. She gathers herself and thinks for a moment, finally spitting out the words “I'm moving out”.

As the crowd was cheering as the game went on I was on the edge of my seat. At the time my family was visiting California for the first time. We all had a blast and before we wanted to leave all of us wanted to go to a baseball game. As we were walking to the stadium all of the hard core fans were getting hyped for the game. All of them playing games in the parking lot.It felt like I was meant to be at the game. I was rooting for the angels at the time because the rest of the crowd was. My dad was taking pictures of the players throwing,catching,and making plays. I remember as the game was getting close to the end that I had to get cotton candy. Cotton candy was one

From the past to the present day of my life, I have made a lot of great decisions. I have forgiven my best friend for what she has done before. I have joined the spelling bee contest way back in grade 3 holding the trophy of a champion after. I have given my mother a present during her birthday when she buys me a new smartphone in return. However, none of these decisions became the best that I have ever decided. Skipping Kinder 2 during my early childhood was the best decision I have ever made because it gave me happiness, opportunity and satisfaction.

Ah Christmas that magical time of year when people seem to forget about the blistering cold and start warming eachothers hearts with kindness and giving. However when I was in the 2nd grade there was only one thing on my mind that year. The Barbie Dream House. Yes i know how cliche of little seven year old me to want a barbie dreamhouse but I did. I wanted it more than anything, I was convinced that as long as I got it my life would be complete. When christmas finally rolled around and I tore the paper off the thing I wanted most I thought that there would be no more troubles and i’d be happy forever However after a little while the novelty wore off. All my friends had already come over to play with it, I lost some of the pieces, and what was left seemed to break. I didn’t like it anymore and ended up just playing with what I had before. At that young impressionable age I learned a very important lesson, material items couldn’t bring me long term happiness.

Remember the days of childhood where you knew SO little about the world that nearly every day you would learn something that you now take for granted? Something that was significant? Take for instance, the first time you got caught cheating, or the first time that asking for help returned a reward, or the first time you got no reward for doing something right?I remember the first time I found out I could get something from one parent, even if the other said no. This is something most kids come across at one point or another, and more often than not, the biggest lesson learned is that they can’t get away with this. I am no ordinary kid though, now am I? One day I saw an ad on the television for a new Nerf gun; and I had to have it. I had had all of them at one point or another, I couldn’t get enough. Throughout most of my elementary and maybe even early middle school life, I was obsessed with Nerf guns. I did so much more than just play with them. I modified them, sold them, painted them, etc. So when the Longshot Super Sniper 2.0 (or whatever spiffy name some marketing group thought would appeal to 10-year-olds) was announced, I wasn’t long to run into the parlor where my dad was reading and ask for it. He said no, I could

I have always been fond of baseball cards. As a kid I would beg my parents for money to by a new pack of cards so I could build my collection. At night I used to read the back of each player's card and memorize all of their key stats. I have many complete collections sitting in my room and I probably own around 10000 cards from card buying, gifts, and Goodwill exploring.

The cheer of the crowd and the laughter of the kids in the air were the only things reminding me that it was just a game. Eight and a half innings, seven pitching changes by both teams, twenty-seven runs scored in all, and we were still losing. The sweat came dripping off my nose and forehead like melting ice. My eyes stung, and I could barely keep them open due to the bright rays of the sun beating down on the dirt and grass, the baseball diamond seemingly larger than it had been eight and a half innings ago. My coach’s whisper rang through my ears. “Only if you think you can,” he said so softly that I had to almost lean in to hear what he said. I was on third base, with the winner of the game was being decided by one out. We had made

Everyday, in one place or another in the world, people have crazy experiences. Those experiences contain different emotions for different people. One person may express the feeling of sadness, while another may view the same experience with joy, e.g. school. Glancing back at this specific memory in my sophomore year, one word appears to mind that would summarize the senses I felt that day, “exciting”. Who would have thought that an act so bad, would feel so exhilarating? Despite the fact that I was a thief for that singular day, I perceived myself as a modern Robin Hood.