Personal Narrative: Real Life Sonic

I have always loved to write, and it became even more evident when I entered elementary school. I quickly befriended a girl named Beth, who lived just down the road from me. One afternoon that I remember in particular was in the middle of the summer. She and I were set to write a book. We had read countless storybooks on our own, and we could not see why we could not write one too. We sat down with a notebook and two pencils, and we were set to go.

Not only as a kid did I like reading but I also liked writing! And well I still do. As a kid, I kept a journal of everything I did. I stopped when I was around nine but I still find it hilarious to go back and read what I was thinking. This just makes good memories to look back at and now I wish I would’ve kept writing so I could enjoy reliving these moments of my

The first thing I can remember about my writing was in 8th grade my English teacher inspired me to write. Not only about short stories but about my life if I didn't want to talk about my problems. I remember it so well, I was having a hard time with school and family issues were happening. My grades reflected that writing helped me a lot. I realized what I had to do, writing changed everything opened up more I felt better as a person my writing opened my eyes in a way. I did my work and efficiently. I don't like to read nearly as much as I like to write. I used to write a lot more about things I thought I was pretty good at writing short stories but then I just stopped

I have wanted to be a writer since before I could read. As a child, I copied picture books out onto sheets of paper, with the illustrations and all of the letters, before I could even put

As time went on, I didn’t write for fun as much as I did before. In middle school I had been in many activities and that didn’t give me much time to explore my

One day my mom brought me a journal I knew a lot girls that were journaling, I never knew what they were writing, I figured it out, my journal became my best friend whenever something would happen I would write about it, I guess you can say that’s when I really got into writing, I would journal about my life what I wanted to be when I got grown, the family I would someday have; my future husband what he looked like, to the car he drove; my journal truth and fairytale stories.

As a young child I always prided myself in my writing. I attended the Young Authors Conference every year during elementary school. The Young Authors Conference allowed us to write and share books that

It was third grade, and I got the opportunity of a lifetime. I was going to get my very own short story published! I would be the author, the illustrator, and my own idol. I can recall how it all happened very vividly.

I first started writing around when I was in the third grade. I loved to read fiction and I wanted to write it too. That year I had a story about my hair published in an Akron newspaper. Getting that story published made me feel really excited about something and I wanted to continue to do it forever. Eventually, we had to start to learn to write in cursive and I hated it so, I slowed down on writing during school and at home. I would still get good grades on reports and writing assignments but I never enjoyed it as much. I could never find the desire to write but when I did write I was never happy with the outcome.

A story my mom always used to tell me was that when I was younger I was really shy and I wouldn't even talk to family members. But as soon as they sat down to color with me, floodgates would open. As long as they were coloring I was open to talk. I was always a creative kid and I would like to believe I still am. Through these experiences I had when I was a kid my imagination flourished. I know it's what contributed most to my development as a writer. From my childhood into my teen years, I was heavily influenced by my english teachers. They were the best thing that could have happened to me at that point. I had all this creativity but no means to express

This not only benefited me as a reader, but it also provided me with a stronger relationship with my parents, as well as a great deal of my favorite childhood memories. Over time, I was able to witness my extra practice pay off. During class, I no longer fell behind my classmates and was able to generate full sentences without assistance. My teacher also took note of how much progress I had made in such a brief amount of time. Although I had improved, I decided to continue with this routine over the next few years because I had faith that my skills possessed the ability to grow even more. By the time I was in third grade, I had built up enough confidence and reached the conclusion that I wanted to enter a submission into the young authors contest. I invested a great amount effort into drafting my book, with the help and support of my family, and was proud of what I had written no matter the outcome. It turns out that my book had not only won for my class, but it was also got chosen over a girl’s who had won every year prior to this one. As an outcome of young authors, I developed a greater appreciation for reading and

In July of 2016 I started working at my very first job. It was at one of the best places to get drinks, Sonic. I put my application in around the beginning of June for one position and then I put in another one in at the end of the month for a different position. I ended up getting a call two weeks later. I was really excited when they called me to come in for an interview. The night before the interview I spent about three hours practicing how to answers questions smartly and professionally so they would think I was mature enough for the job. Only a month before I have just turned 16 and that is the minimum age that they will hire. When I went into the interview I was fairly nervous and kept going over everything from the night before.

Learning how to first write, I believe, for kids is always fascinating, because it is something new to them. Starting out is simple, such as writing letters of the alphabet and slowly progressing into writing words, sentences, paragraphs, and whole papers. Even though I was a creative kid, through the years of elementary school it began to become tougher. I ran into obstacles when I was told to write a comic strip, a short story, and a paper about ourselves. Not being able to write what was coming to my mind in a manner that made sense frustrated me. Throughout elementary school I struggled with writing because I never figured out how to fix this problem. During these years I succeeded in reading and I would soon hope to in writing.

As a small child I can remember trying to even write stories of my own, but never finishing them. I could tell you about all of the “songs” I wrote that I, at the time, thought were fantastic; but believe me, they aren’t worth anyone’s time! In elementary school, as I was just starting to explore my writing skills, I loved to be around my dad or mom while jotting down my thoughts on whatever I needed to write about. I think it was just the comfort of my parents that I adored, as any child does. I loved how they could pitch in their ideas and I would think they were the smartest people alive! As I started to grow a bit older and was now a secluded type of teenager, writing got a little more difficult for me. I don’t think I knew exactly about the importance of a writing environment. I was always writing at home, in my room. I

High school was when I developed a curiosity for writing. I had known from my previous experiences in middle school that writing in a classroom setting was exhausting and boring. Adding extra words to try to fill the last half page of a length requirement became dreadful back in sixth grade. I felt my writing was not interesting, but the