Personal Narrative: Put Down A Gun

One friday afternoon I had a friend Anna come over to my house to stay the night. Me and Anna and also my mom were all watching movies and eating pizza. Well my family is full of boy’s so we like to have nerf gun wars.

I'm turning 18 soon and I want to clarify my freedoms if I'm going to continue living with my parents. I'm afraid they'll continue to restrict me like they have for the past 17 years. If I'm living under their roof, are they allowed to tell me that I can't go out? Living there is a generosity, so legally, I don't think they can hold me from going out, but they could not let me back in (which they'd never do, but it's always possible). And for house rules, I completely understand taking out the trash, doing the dishes, but do they really have that much power over me that they can set a bed time. This may be a sit-down-and-talk-about-it-issue with my parents, but legally is this possible? And lastly, my dad said he would give me his old car which

“We’ll take you to see doctor Bleeden (Pronounced BLEEDING. WTF?) on Tuesday. He’s closed Monday for the holiday.”

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.

After the the first shot I took my mind went blank. The adrenaline that flowed throughout my body, the feelings of rush, excitement, and success all in one combination of emotions. These were the feelings I had no idea excited until after that moment. Although I had a slight ache in my shoulder due to the force of the 12 gauge shotgun pushing against my shoulder. I was at a lost of words my only reactions was to run, run as fast as I could to get to the dying turkey. Once there the turkey was not fully dead yet It was still flopping around and blood camp oozing out splattering me. Looking at the suffering bird I places my boot on it head to the ground, then grabbed the turkey's body pulling it so its

“On my honor, I will never betray my badge, my integrity, my character, or the public trust. I will always have the courage to hold myself and others accountable for our actions. I will always uphold the constitution, my community, and the agency I serve.” This is the oath average citizens take right before they become police officers. The oath shows us why police officers are here, they are here to protect us. The police, and other Government officials, should use police brutality because, if the same people who are supposed to be protecting us are hurting and killing us, then regular citizens are not going to respect laws and authority.

Have you ever wanted something so much that you'll explode if you don't get it?Well that’s how I felt when I wanted to buy the new Nerf gun at a store.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

When I first went on the Mayor’s website and glanced at some of the internship opportunities I was extremely excited. I had just become a member of TISL and knew that the legislative research would be a perfect fit for me, but reality soon set in. I would not be applying for the internship and even if I wanted to I would not be in Nashville this summer to participate. At that point it was like a flip switched and I began to loos interest in the project. With that being said I knew my biggest obstacle would not just be the vagueness, but motivating myself in completing the work not just on time but giving it my full effort.

It was a dark and cold night during the middle of the war. I set up my sniper to get ready for the next battle. We got here early to get the upper hand on our opponents. We have to win this war. I went to the nearest rooftop that looked like it provided good coverage. I loaded my gun and did the one thing i could, I waited.

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

The sounds of the aircraft's flying past the camp woke up Alex and I. I was nervous about are training so I asked Alex if he was ready to shoot a gun. Sgt Miller yelled “Rise and Shine magots.” Everyone in the sleeping quarters woke up to the yelling. Sgt Miller wanted us to get dressed and meet him at the gun range. Alex and I got their last. Sgt Miller handed me and Alex a M1A1 Carbine, the gun weighed a ton. Sgt Miller told everyone to go to a target and get ready to shoot. Alex and I were getting in position to shoot. Sgt Miller yelled “Fire.” Alex hit the left arm of the paper target. I hit right in the middle of the head. Sgt Miller said to me “Kevin shoot again for me.” I shoot again and it hit right in the middle of the head again.

The clock had just strck midnight then I had seen some one out side my window. Then I went to look at what is was and there was a man acting strange then a man was Chasing him down the street flaying his arms at the strange man as soon as I relies that I need to call the police the phones where down and the power then I put my shoes on to. Go down to the police staion to see why to power and phones where down. When I got down to the street was wet far way I had seen more people flaying ther arms running at me so I ran back to my apprment and grabed my taco gun. When I got back down to the door thay were at my door step so I whent to my window to shoot my tacos at them one of them saw behind me and schrchd me I shot a

I built a Battering Ram. Battering Rams were used for breaking down gates and bridges in medieval castles and cities. I made this Battering Ram with wood, glue,paper, and string. I got these materials by go to wal-mart and buy the stuff I need. I set out the big piece paper on my table and drew out the battering ram. Then I took the wood and placed it to were I thought it would look good, And put the wood glue on the wood was. Then I took a big piece of wood and drew a circle on it. I did this 4 times. Then I took and thin piece of wood and glued it on the bottom of the Battering Ram. I did this 2 times. 1 in the front 1 on the back. Then we took the wheels that we made earlier and glue them to the thin sticks, 2 on

I too experienced the lag of the Civilian world after I left the Navy. I was a Fleet Marine Force Corpsman, fresh out of Desert Storm/Shield, and when I became a Paramedic, I was used to finish to completion no matter what. However I would get chided and labeled a perfectionist because my vehicle was always stocked, cleaned, and ready to go and my uniform was always pressed with boots polished. In the beginning, interacting with people who were perpetually sloppy and not very accurate almost made me reenlist. However during my career, I was promoted with every employment, except my last, to Management.