Personal Narrative Story : A Personal Story

One day I was with my brother and his friend, Kenny, they’ve been friends since they were kids. We were riding around on Kenny’s four-wheeler, it was a red Honda Rancher 420cc four-wheeler. After a long day of riding with my

One warm summer morning my sister, dad, and I were sitting and watching T.V. and my best friend’s dad called and invited us over for the weekend. He said

There was nothing spectacular about that day; it started out just like any other. My dad planned a trip to the Museum of Natural History. I did not particularly like going to the museum. At that age, I found it boring because there was nothing to do, but stare at things that did not interest me, and that I could not touch or play with. Nevertheless, off we went. When we were only a couple of blocks away, dad said he was afraid we would not be able to find parking close to the museum. Therefore, when he saw a parking space several blocks away, he pulled over and parked. His plan was for us to take the train to the museum.

''Wasn't that amazing or what?'' excitedly shouted Cisco as he entered the hall, closely followed by a very emotionally tired, but happy, Sara who was glad that they were able to get the job done.

A lot has happened since someone- Bronte I think- said we should write everything down. Recording what’s happened, what we’ve done its sort of our way of proving we matter, that we might make a difference somehow. I don’t know if it’s just me but the inky words on paper, it helps. Helps to get the tangled mess out of my head and heart. It’s supposed to be our record, our history but it’s become more than that, it’s a way we might be remembered. Our chance to be more than charred ashes or a pile of brittle bones, that someone will appreciate the risks we’ve taken to get here.

“I will allow you to go to over Mackenzie’s sleepover as long as you promise to watch PG-13 or younger”, my mom yell up the base of the stairs from the kitchen.

A typical day in a life of a missionary. I am awaken by the sound of

Running off the field I swoop up my girl, Daisy Windsor, who was cheering for me on the sidelines. We had just won our last football game of the season against the Mare Island Marines. I started thinking what my life wouldve been like if I continued on with the military field after I graduated. I couldve been one of those marines on the field. I shake the thought and focus on the beautiful girl in front of me in her cute little uniform. "Congrats Mr. Exeter," She smirked. I grabbed her hand and kissed the ring on her finger. "Thank you Mrs. soon-to-be Exeter." I met Daisy soon after I started college. We ran into eachother, literally, on the way to class on the first day. She dropped all her books on the floor  and immediately dropped down to

Cesare Pavase once said "We dont remember days, we remember moments." How the day started out Im not sure. How it ended was the main idea. It was an almost summer day, and school was coming to an end. The night before I got grounded for a week so anything that was a planned, fun activity, i couldnt go to. Now this day was special because that specific day was the one day of the year where all the cast and crew of the Spring Musical came together and celebrated theyre reunion as one. Not being able to go was such a disappointment.

Healthy food had always been a part of my life that I was interested in but it was not until I walked into Happy and Hale that I realized the impact it would make. It was a normal weekend getting food on Ninth Street with my friends when I was standing on the sidewalk and looked across the street. I saw something I had never seen before which sparked my interest since I thought I knew Ninth Street like the back of my own hand. Looking up at a substantial sign that read “Happy + Hale” I felt the need to know more. My friends and I started walking towards the building which had wide open accordion doors that welcomed us in. We were welcomed by many friendly faces, one of them being the co-owner, Matt. “Hey, y’all! How are

I immediately rushed the mysterious box of money to my room to count it. There was a total of $40,000! Where did all of that money come from?

When I was younger, I remember being stuck in a small, dark closet when I would get in trouble, or when my mother simply wanted to avoid me. This was mostly twelve consecutive hours a day. It was dreadful in there. I was never brought water or food. If I did, mum would make me beg for it. The closet had an eerie feeling to it, I never felt safe, and it was very cold. I heard a voice in that closet when I was there. She never got mad at me unless I was bad, I didn’t often do much, just the typical child play. I still hear her, seven years later, whispering, calling my name, telling me to come play because she “misses me”and needs her friend. In the middle of the night, I’m afraid she’ll jump inside me again when I misbehave. It’s the

The story, started off with a garage sale. In my family we all get together to help the Grandparents of the family have a garage sale. We were all together at the end of the day, except my dad, and Aunt and Uncle, who were in the Cities. They were coming back to day, much to our excitement. The sun was setting behind the big maple tree in the front yard, and a dark truck, with its headlights shining through the darkness was coming our way.

Just as I thought I was finished opening presents, my mother comes from the kitchen and says “I have one more surprise for you too”. Then she rolls in two brand new bikes from the kitchen. My sister starts screaming, jumping up and down saying “OMG thanks mom you’re the best I love you so much.” My heart starts going a mile a minute and I start to smile harder than I ever had before, because this is my first bike

“I’m pregnant” the words swirled through my mind, my emotions started to build up, tears ran down my young face in excitement and confusion. I was silent and speechless. “How?”, “when?”, “with who?”, these questions built up in the back of my head before proceeding to respond with a blunt answer of “no way!”. Smirking faces showed up in the room to view my reaction from the news and we all started hugging the mommy- to-be. This news was exciting, but we all had many detailed questions.