Personal Narrative: The Perfect Life

This year was my last year at The Little Middle School. Even though I’ve had a lot of speed bumps, I’ve accomplished a lot of stuff. From learning new instruments to working on my ability to focus, I’ve grown a lot.

I, Deputy Gough received a call reference a white Ford truck driving in the Gamester trailer court all over the roadway. Upon my arrival I spoke with David Vore and Jennifer Vore. Jennifer Stated that Randy was the driver of the white Ford truck that said, “All Good Construction.” David and Jennifer both stated that they saw the truck drive through the yard hitting a slow child at play sign and the stop sign.

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

You know that moment when you’re trying to reach the toilet paper but can't quite, then fall and kill yourself on a pumpkin? Yeah I know that feeling… it’s not good. It all started one very normalish day at 1065 Fitzgerald Ave.

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

A Utopia should be a place where everyone feels safe, a place where there is no hatred, no crime , no discouragement, disapproval, or judgement. Everyone should be equal. No one should have to be put into a catagory depending on their popularity, their wealth, their race or even their looks. Everyone has their role and no one should be considered not important. Everyone is truly happy. This is how I want my Utopia to be.

My first snowboarding lesson, some 10 years ago, saw me clinging to my snowboarding instructor on a Remarkables bunny hill, sinking my nails into his jacket sleeves as if he was trying to escape. His parting words to me are still memorable to this day. “You are not cut out for this, you have no confidence, and you are too scared”. That was it for me. I refused to accept that and if they weren’t going to help me learn, I would figure it out for myself. I was determined.

Fortunately my extensive hours of travel to and from hockey gave me more than ample time to reflect on my situation. I confronted the fact that I was chasing perfection in each individual area of my life, instead of perusing consistency across all fronts. Some days I’d focus solely on School and throw hockey aside, and vice versa. I wanted to attain 100% in every aspect. I gave into that nagging feeling that things can be better, and chased after it aimlessly. In hindsight I realized that I set a barometer for myself that had no bounds, no structure. By implementing the pursuit of consistency instead of perfection, I developed a framework for measuring my output and achievement. I learned that my life functions better in a system of sustainability,

We arrived at my house where Dr. Mike slept with me. Compensating for so much annoyance, we spent a lovely and vibrant late night in which he hugged me tight like a willful snake trying to get back at something. He was jealous because I had enjoyed myself dancing to the beat of African music and doing it the French way. However, whenever the English lord got drunk, he satisfied my needs, giving me pleasure like a sexual slave. On a whim, I went along with each touch of his hands on my body because I wanted to take refuge from the evils that made up my mind in those days of terror. At a certain point, from a kiss to another, I wondered how many women had already heard the erotic words that he whispered in my ears. In fact, I had run away from

Utopia ‘ahhh’ … I was told it was the land of the free, the place where anything was possible no matter where you were from or who you were. I had once stupidly thought that it would’ve been possible for a man like me, a man with skin darker than most and a family without a spare penny, to do the impossible. To achieve a better life. To save my family from poverty. A man once told me that I cannot succeed in life until I want to succeed as much as I want to breathe.

In 1995, I was asked to relocate to a different city. I had lived in Cincinnati and the surrounding area all of my life. My entire biological family was there (well, except the ones in south central Kentucky, but that’s another story). All my friends were there. I was well-rooted into my church (my real family). Everything. All that I knew in life was in Cincinnati. All my ex’s lived in, not Texas, but Cincinnati. We accepted the call and in the last days there, I sat in shock of what I was about to do. Uncertainty was overwhelming One day as I sat quietly, I heard a still, small say, “Pam, I have taken care of you in Cincinnati, you know I will take care of you in this new city.” I was instantly in peace.

When life begins, I believe each person has a story to be told. The story of my life, may not be an ordinary life experience. Many things have shaped and changed me into who I am today. I believe that think that has the most effect on individuals, are the people they meet and those who shape their lives. Here is the story of my life and who and what made me into the person I am today.

Who am I today? I see a man with potential. As I see myself right now I am pretty proud of myself and thankful. I am thankful for the opportunities that have been given to me such as being able to go to a very well known college prep school and I am thankful, and I know it sounds cheesy, for parents that love me and support me and give me a kick in the butt when they see me slacking a little bit.

I know no matter where I am at mentally in life, when I go to any beach I feel right at home. Close your eyes and imagine yourself at your happiest. Where are you? Wherever you are, that is your happy place. My happy place is sitting on a warm beach feeling the sand move between my fingers and toes. I love going to the beach because it reminds me of when I was a little kid, and the times I spent with my grandfather, who now has long passed away. When I go to the beach I can feel the sun warming my skin. I usually get a sunburn that feels as if I have a fire from within my body. This reminds me that I am alive, and with each move I receive a burning reminder of the fun I had. I love the sound of the giant waves crashing into the hard rocks

On a cool September morning, there was a lot going on in the Bookert household. My mother ran in my room and yelled “Get up and get your bags! It is time for us to go!” I woke up all confused and replied “Go where?” She continued to yell and fuss at me. Then it hit me like a bird hitting a window. Oh my gosh, my sister must be going into labor.