Personal Narrative: The Golden Gate Bridge

My legacy began when my family taught me to read. My mom and grandma took turns teaching me different letters and sounds out of an early reader. By the time I reached kindergarten, I read well enough to strengthen my skills on my own. My favorite author from kindergarten was Eric Carle. I brought home Brown Bear Brown Bear so many times that my mother told me I was not allowed to read it again.

As someone who was raised on stories about American revolutionaries, I have always admired the “Great American Heroes.” After all, my history classes were filled with passages about George Washington, who dared to defy the great British Empire, Susan B. Anthony, who dared to fight the patriarchy, and Martin Luther King Jr, who dared to resist segregation…

The first memory I have of the Ed Koch Queensboro Bridge (the 59th Street Bridge) is from when I was ten-years old. It was early October, barely 8:30 in the morning, and my mom was driving through traffic at 70 mph with the skill of a middle-aged taxi driver. Going about 20 mph over the speed limit, she had been screaming into her phone telling the person at the other end, Fred, that we would be late. That morning I had been extremely late for a test at the Trinity School which would determine my acceptance into a private school. Speeding across the bridge was hectic and slightly terrifying (I had a childhood fear of large bodies of water and the East River was no exception).But somehow, through the window of the car, I had the time to think to myself; You can see everything from up here.

We greeted each other with kind respect. We met on the trail when his wagon broke. I offer to help Curtis Mick Colloni with his wagon. We exchange each other name and we left. I knew he was a skilled doctor and he he would I left the place and I ask Curtis if he would like travel together. As I was walking, I saw Hunter. I ran up to him and greeted him. I met Hunter Norm Cline during the trail when it block by a log. There was a lot of people and together, Hunter organized the group to pull the log. I ask if he would like to join me on the way to Oregon. He said he had 2 other family going on the trail and ask if I would join. He also mentioned that he was the leader of the group. I merge with the group and together we form a wagon

It was the summer between my eighth grade graduation and the start of my first year of high school that my family and I left behind our city dwelling first-floor three-bedroom apartment on a one-way street in Connecticut to the rurally side stacked townhomes and sub-divisions of Virginia. I had not put much thought into why we moved or what might come of moving. I did come to the conclusion that this move would be “better for us” as my mom would say because through copious amounts of research she discovered that the education provided would master that of our public school system where not all students had the books they needed in order to learn and even do homework. As the night transcended and we packed into our vehicles it was

“It goes upside down!” I said. My sister was telling me about a roller coaster ride in Disney World after our parents had broken the news that we were going the summer of my fourth grade year. The idea of going to a park was amazing, but the terrifying part was my slight fear of the fast roller coasters that my family enjoys. My parents looked at me, and I smiled with uncertainty. But on the contrary I started to feel a faint feeling of ambition because maybe I could overcome my fear.

We’re going to visit Washington D.C since my aunt and uncle moved there for their jobs last summer. We have to go on a plane and i’m so excited! I can’t stop thinking about all of the monuments and memorials i’ll see there. This is probably going to be the best 2 weeks of my life! I hope I have a great time.

I enjoyed making a balsawood bridge, because it showed me that I need to pay attention on how I design things. Making the bridge was challenging at first. Designing the bridge

On 13 October 2017, While I was patrolling towards the West Gate on Temple Square, a female by the name of Barbara Cameron approached me and asked if I am security. I replied that I am. She informed me that a white male just pulled a gun on her.

2. The City – The buildings and streets in San Francisco have such a tangible presence, even today, after nearly 100 years, they still give Maltese Falcon tours.

Dalton and I were planning our fall break. We decided that we wanted to go somewhere fun for vacation. We talked to our families and we all went to Las Vegas. I’ve been there before with my brother and we were in a weightlifting competition. This time it was just for fun.

The year was 1910 , I just made it to the Golden Door in New York City . There were a tons of people , everywhere I turned I seen Italian , Greek , Slav , Russian , Jewish , East European , and even Armenian people . I then met a Jewish family that helped me get to The Office of the Superintendent of Immigration . Me and the family were approved and admitted after hours of waiting . Then I asked one of the officers where should I go now ? He told me I should head over to “ Ellis Island .” So me and the family followed the crowd of people to the New York Harbor , were we sat and waited for hours to get on the boat . When we abroad the boat , people were pushing and shoving to find a secure spot on the boat . Everything happened so fast that

If I were given the opportunity to paint a message on Beta Bridge, my message would be, “There is no greater legacy than one built upon service.” My generation is about to take a leap of faith as we begin our journey independent from our parents. We are at the starting line and the pistol has just fired. We can’t see the finish line yet, but it’s just around the turn. Each step is made harder by the decisions we make and the paths we ultimately follow. When the race is over, I shall raise my hands high and be proud of my accomplishments. I will be comforted in knowing that I have done my best and I have lived a life dedicated to service.

The lives I would touch for my legacy would be my family and friends because those are the people that care about me and what I do. That they would help me out with anything I need. My major accomplishment would be a pro soccer player and go to Rutgers College. The other accomplishment in my life would be to get very good grades in school to get a good education.

The day I made an important decision was, if I wanted to stay at open gate or move back to Great Falls. One day I had been given the choice whether to stay or go to Open Gate Ranch. The day I visited Open gate, when I arrived there I was thinking to myself, “ this isn't such a bad place to be” and to know that they cared about me more than money. Even though after I said “I’ll stay at Opengate ranch”, even when I felt like it wasn’t a good choice. Two weeks later I was being treated the same as every other family I had previously been in.