Personal Narrative-The Tower Of Terror

On January 3, 2009 around 11:00 PM the phone rang with what I thought was exciting news about my newly born sister, Tristyn ,but quickly turned to horror. I could heard the fright in my dad's shaken voice as he told me Tristyn had to go into immediate heart surgery because she needed a stent to open up the blood flow to her heart. Being eight at the time the only thing I could think about was how she might not make it. My dad said to me “look after your sisters, and tell them nothing about the surgery”, which terrified me more than before. I knew I needed to be brave and take charge of the situations for my sisters. Bravery is something I learned for a situation I never knew would happen.

I remember the first time I went to Disney World; excited and eager like a child on the first day of school. I already had my suitcase packed two weeks before we even left, and that two weeks felt more like two years. The night before we left, I couldn’t sleep. It was like I had nonstop adrenaline rushing through my body. All I could think about were the rides, princesses, and that beautiful beach I’ve seen thousands of pictures of. Finally, after hours and hours of stirring around, I fell asleep.

As an 8-year-old child, the worlds scary place. Everywhere you look there’s something terrifying. From people the size of giants, roaming the streets, with no care what so ever with their surroundings or just realizing that in a few years would come the most difficult and emotionally unstable time of my life. Sure, those things may be slightly exaggerated, but what I do know is the most horrendous experience I had in the land of joy that ultimately ruined my love Disney for many years.

My Glass Castle essay is a flashback to the beginning of my adventures in Honors English. As such, it is the most suitable candidate for revision, as I will be able to observe my hopefully positive progression made over the course of the entire school year.

As I stepped off of the bus, I immediately noticed a magnificent castle. The sun gleamed off of the blue, white, and gold spires that reached for the clear, blue sky. At this moment, it was evident that Magic Kingdom was not an ordinary theme park. Still in wonder over the architectural beauty of the building, my family and I joined the rest of the energetic crowd waiting to enter the park. I forgot about the summer homework assigned, the workouts that were to be completed, and the stresses of everyday life. I became a child again, preparing to enter a multitude of worlds in a tiny section of Florida.

    It was six A.M. on a beautiful yet brisk Saturday morning and I was fast asleep. Suddenly I was ripped from my blissful dream world by the incessant blaring of my alarm. Groggy, I shut off the alarm and stumbled into the kitchen for breakfast. I had a light breakfast consisting of warm cinnamon toast and butter so as to not upset my stomach during the looming Cross Country race.

One day my mom said that she was going to drop me off at the Cassity’s because she was going out of town. That afternoon she picked me up from school. We drove to Lathrop and she dropped me off. My mom told me I was spending the week there so I needed to find something to do and then left. When I got there everyone was watching TV, I joined them. That first night we watched a movie and ate pizza.

i packed my things and left "the house of terror". In my mind at thought running away to freedom wouldn't be so bad. but really i was petrified i didn't know what to do. If i wasn't so lazy i would have set a up a plan, the only things i had were my tokyo ghoul backpack filled with personal items (toothbursh, phone, headphones, pads,ect.) then my lugged filled with clothes and shoes. But lucky the area i was in was very fimilar to me. this area is downtown in cheyenne, wyoming. Not only that but the place i've been dying to go to was right across the street. without hesiting i ran through the line of cars honking at me.

After seeing the monster I was I had got my answer to my question, that had been haunting me for as long as I could remember.When saw the monster I was, i had a new question that I was determined to find the answers to.Who am I and who had created this monster I see.

A few months ago, I interviewed several different actors and industry professionals who recommended a series called The Man in the High Castle. Because I have Amazon Prime, I had seen this series advertised, but I had no idea whatsoever what it was about nor anything else concerning it. I gave the first episode a watch, and I was greatly intrigued. While I am still attempting to get through season one (my schedule is insane at times), I did happen to interview an actor who has been connected with the series almost from its inception. While it has been a little while since I chatted with Lee Shorten, I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed reviewing this very special interview we had while he was in the middle of filming season two. As season three

I remember moving into the new house that seemed as huge as a castle. I curiously wandered throughout the house looking at items packed away in boxes. I stopped at one box and picked out a heavy black perfume bottle. The perfume bottle caught my attention because it was so shiny. The nozzle of the sprayer was missing, exposing the heavy plastic spray tube. I decided to take the bottle with me as I continued to explore.

Unfortunately, due to my relatively short life-span, growing up a mile away from the nearest people, and having a mother who has social anxiety among other mental ailments, I’ve had very limited interactions with people. Fortunately, my mother loves animals as much as I do, and was never shy to take one into our home. I have seen lots of dogs, nervous and thin or healthy and misbehaved, but the one that sticks out the most was Monster. He was one of our shortest fosters, just there for a few hours, and I know very little about what has become of him, but I know that we helped him. Monster was named so because he had been in a car accident which cause his eyes to bulge a little from his head, and he spent most of his life in a crate not nearly

My grandpa and I were pretty close. We shared the same birthday, February 27th. From the stories I’ve heard, he kept telling my grandma how his granddaughter was born on his birthday. From the first time he held me, he had a connection to me. We called ourselves special friends. My 6th birthday was one of the greatest we ever shared. My whole family came over to celebrate and we had a tremendous time. It was time to cut the cake. When everyone finished singing he told me to blow out the candles. I asked him to blow them out with me but he explained that it was okay, he had enough birthdays by himself, so I could take over blowing out the candles. “No, this will always be our birthday.” I was six years old at that time but that’s the story my family tells me.

She is my little bug. She is my mini me. She trails behind me like a lost puppy. She wants to be just like me. When she's hurt, I pick her up off of her little feet and dust her off. I give her kisses and she gives me warm hugs. When she wakes up in the morning she calls for me. If she has a bad dream, I rescue her from the monster. The way that she makes me check under the bed for monsters makes the happiest man alive. If she has a bad day, I'm always the one to make her smile and make everything better.

huh! huh! speeding is exhausting despite more so of a man-bull thing.First, allow me to describe my friend and I was going to Knossos at first but plot twist we ended up in the labyrinth.The reason why we were in the labyrinth at first we were at Knossos palace because we wanted to watch bull leaping.Now we are running from a bull and my friend brian just died.