Personal Narrative: The Second Degree Hand

I didn't visit the farm that year. Still, the fire never faded from my mind. I stared at the dancing flames, which now were not only blazes, but also unforgettable moments I had at my foster homes. I felt the cozy heat, yielded not by burning wood but by warm hugs. And I became truly fascinated by the blazing unpredictability - not the sudden sparks that lighted the night , but the uncertainties that made me grow

“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.

When I was a child, I moved around quite a bit. It became hard to get attached to places because we were never assured that the sacred spots would be ours for much longer. As I got older, however, I have realized that special places do not have to be dictated by a length of time, and allowing myself to fall in love with a place gave me the roots I had been searching for. While I have not lived in Indiana for several years now, there is something about this certain cluster of trees in Indiana that remain special to me. When I was a child, I saw them as the gateway into Narnia, and during the winter snows I would bundle up in my cheap fur coat my mother bought at a consignment shop and run outside searching for Mr. Tumnus and calling myself Lucy. My imagination gave me the ability to bring the characters I loved so dearly to life. This experience has shown me that providing children with the ability to use their imagination not only provides entertainment, but also allows children to have a safe outlet to cope with traumatic situations, make

Monday, October 28th, 1993. This was the day we got caught. Expulsion, suspension, or an 8 hour Saturday. One of these it was my next reality, but which one. “Can Eddie Plant come to the office please.” the assistant principal said over the loudspeakers. I got up out of my chair and walked out of my Math class, and as I walked out I could hear Mr.Simmons laughing. I slowly made my way down the hall to eventually to be staring at a door that read ’guidance office’.

For example, I could say "the man on trial may not have killed the victim, but the victim was stabbed, and the man on trial did own an awful lot of knives, didn't he?" - that kind of snide inference is not literally the same as saying you believe he killed the victim, but it's clear as day what I personally think based on how I present the information.

Growing up, I lived in a small community where poverty was an issue. Within the low-income community, drugs, crime, and education lacked. There were many people unemployed, lacked health coverage, and financially unstable. One of the major issues in the community was the use of illegal drugs. The substances damaged people's lives, due to addiction. The drugs included heroin, marijuana, and cocaine; the list can go on and on. From future football players to basketball players, I watched all these superstars turned their lives upside down. I watched players that had the privilege to play for top universities lose their scholarships because of the use of illegal substances. I even watched one of my own, my uncle.

Upon hearing those words, my head snaps to the worse case scenario imaginable. Anything could be possible. Death, ultimately, would not suffice in this ordeal; however, knowing Mercy for quite some time, she could transform a serious matter into a laughing joke.

It’s chilly tonight, the crisp autumn air blew the leaves in circles around my feet. It always fascinated me how trees lose their leaves, only to have them grow back. My strides are long and the wind blows my dress. I prefer summer nights, the air is warmer. I am pulled out of my trance when I hear the soft crunch of foliage behind me. I turn around to see a man wearing a fireman’s suit. I see firemen walking home each night, the same solemn look on their face. The same story every day, wake up, burn books, sleep, all on repeat. But something was different. He stood staring, was he studying me? He looked as if he was trying to speak, but he couldn't. Eventually, he said, “You’re our new neighbor girl, aren't you?”

I love to solve puzzles. From jigsaws to crosswords to brainteasers, I can never get enough. For as long as I can remember, completing them has been my favorite pastime. One of my fondest childhood memories involves me working on my first jigsaws. The puzzles, based on my then-favorite TV show, Scooby Doo, still sit on the shelf in my closet. While I have now moved on to more challenging undertakings, my beloved puzzles represent the start of a vital part of me.

Over my 13 year's of living, I have broken so many body parts, it’s hard not to break anymore! I have broken about 5 bones/body parts. I have broken my skull, leg, tooth, lip (i’ll explain how to break your lip), and my arm. Here is how i broke all of them…

My siblings and I had been woken up from my dog Blacky barking at my grandpas door and one Paloma tugging on my sister Anabel’s hair. We saw that there was a lot of gray smoky clouds coming from the top of his door, we ran over to open the door and my grandpa had been trying to put out the fire with water and had told us to run across the street to get our neighbors help because he was getting very ill and couldn't get the fire out and did not want to leave until he himself had the fire out. The man who lived next door, Gilbert had rushed over to help my grandpa get out of the house along with his son who was my brothers friend, Thomas while my sister and I stayed at our neighbor's house with Gilbert’s wife, Leetha who is very tall and pale with

I received some negativity at a charity event I helped host regarding my clothes, basically one of the hosts friends decides while I’m speaking to a guest that it would be a good time to tell me she would like to give me a free styling session in her store.As the tense conversation continues, party host Rose approaches me and says, “I was insulted, too. She said to me that she didn’t like my style.”Aggravated, I tell Rose that she, “should probably check her friends, that when they come to your party they shouldn’t go insulting your guests. It’s rude.”Although, I was annoyed I didn’t let it get the best of me, my job was to get a new younger crowed involved.

Life as we know it is changing. Newer technology, newer medication, newer problems. It may not seem so bad, I mean, at least there aren’t people abusing those things. Oh wait, there are. Nowadays, more and more people are switching to prescription drugs over heroin, marijuana, cocaine, etc. So is this really a problem? You bet it is. But what is this new abuse called, and how can we avoid/lessen the many people it affects?

Every other Wednesday night we spent the evening at my parents house, and every time it was perfect. My childhood home had always smelt like roses and coffee, two of my favorite things. Every night was just as amazing as the last, but there was an exception, one night that stood out above the rest. Adam had decided to shake up our usual dinner and movie routine by suggesting it was time we go camping and I remember my dad laughing,

He pictured his Grandpa’s workshop in the ivy-clad stone building attached to the family home. He could see the dust motes dancing in the sunlight streaming through the open door; Grandpa sitting in the chair he made for himself or standing at his workbench, his tools all hanging in their proper places on the wall behind; his stock of wood stored on open shelves out of reach of the sunlight. There was always the dry hot smell of wood shavings and occasionally the