Personal Narrative : Virtual Reality : Christmas And Christmas

Soccer had taught me many things in life. It showed me the significance of family in all forms, to be responsible and appreciative of my peers and elders. I will never forget that day, no matter how old I am, because I had learned an essential lesson, to never give

Soccer was a huge thing in my community so when one of my friends named Julio invited me to join his soccer team i got so happy i went to go buy new pairs of shoes to show them off and to this day i will never forget what those shoes were they were these blue and grey nike mercurial shoes. I went to my first game and that's when i met more people that also loved soccer like i did but they went to different schools so i didn't really know them. My team won the league and also the finals i was 8 years old when all this happened and as an award for winning the finals my team was rewarded with a huge trophy. What made that day the most memorable day of all is when i received a separate trophy and on the trophy it had written “Star player” that's when i

Everyone has a memory that they will never forget, a memory that is so sentimental that you will cherish it for as long as you can remember. Soccer is a sport where you can meet anyone and everyone when you play with or against them, however you may not notice what is actually happening when you play. I had one of those memories when I was fourteen years old. Everyone can have one of these memories when they play soccer competitively, for fun, or just in their free time. This memory is about when I went to another city to play soccer and when I got there it changed my life as a young adult and effected me in the long run.

My virtual family consists my partner and a daughter, Nameste Denell (Manis, 2014). The transition from being a couple to being a triad was a bumpy one (Manis, 2014). My partner and I have had some obstacles most of which had to do with money (Manis, 2014). We even contemplated divorce shortly after Nameste Denell was born (Manis, 2014). My partner worked full-time outside the home and I was a stay-at-home mom (Manis, 2014). Nameste Denell was three when Jasmine Leann came along (Manis, 2014). She looked forward to helping and playing with her baby sister (Manis, 2014). Soon after Jasmine Leann was born my partner and I saved enough money to move from our neighborhood, which was becoming overrun by crime (Manis, 2014). We bought

I gave birth to a baby girl named Stella (Manis, 2008). My boyfriend picked her name when I started the simulation, and I thought it was a good choice. Stella had a normal birth, which took about 10 hours. I gave birth naturally with my partner by my side. Stella and I bonded hormonally after about a week, though I chose not to breastfeed her. During her first weeks, Stella mostly slept. When she was awake, I took time to sing to her and rock her, as well as talking and playing her music. She had some trouble with feeding at the start, but after a while she began to enjoy mealtimes. Because my partner worked during the week, we would use disposable diapers during that time and cloth diapers on weekends. The parenting

The first soccer match I can recall watching was on a black, chunky TV screen back in my motherland, Laos. My astonishment was real. I watched in awe as the players dribbled the ball, sprinted through the green field, and nutmegged their opponent to attempt to find the back of the net. I was fascinated by the pace of the game and the excitement from the stadium when a goal was scored. Since then, I would plead with my parent to take me to my cousin’s home in the capital city every Sunday to watch a match. My adoration for the game declined after immigrating to the United States, but I fell in love again during high school. What sprouted my interest in this sport? I have not gotten a clue. It wasn’t like my brother, cousin, or uncle played it. My family had no connection to the sport at all. This memory is particular to an incredibly meaningful event that happened recently in the summer of 2017. I attended an “El Clasico” match between world-renowned Spanish clubs Real Madrid and FC Barcelona.

My first experience with soccer came when I was 10 years old, accompanied by my mom. My heart beating so hard, excited to finally play for a soccer team. Kids all around me all in love with the game, with grass so green and freshly cut, looking too perfect to be real. With a brand new soccer ball, two goals set up on each side, who couldn't resist playing all day. I was speechless. Recalling holding hands with my mom, as we walked towards the field, a memory I would never forget. Throughout the game my mom would cheer me on, she was my biggest supporter.

I used to enjoy the cold. Now I dream of being home in front of my apartment’s space heater. Right now, it’s 11:00am back at home and Summer should drag herself out of bed soon. “Summer, Summer!”, I yell as I shake her out of her peaceful slumber. “Wake up!”

There’s been a lot of improvements in the band as a whole in the past semester. I remember first seeing and playing the Christmas music. Obviously, as the first time playing it, it didn’t sound so clean. That first time compared to how we did at the concert has been highly improved. In the beginning of the semester there were so many accidentals I probably screwed up, and there were probably times I didn’t notice the time signature change so I miscounted measures of rests. By the time of the concert I hadn’t made many mistakes in the music, at least way less than before. The band as a whole sounded better by the time of the concert. Overtime we were able to clean up all the pieces from the jumbled up mess we heard the first time playing these

Hey, Sara, you have ever been on earth? Elizabeth asks. No, but I always wanted to go. I ask my dad and he says when you go visit Anastasia and Andrew I can go to. Sara says. That would be great. I did not know I would be able to visit Anastasia and Andrew. Elizabeth says. Yes, my dad says that we can spend our winter break there. Sara says. Is that Christmas break? Elizabeth asks. Well, we do not go to school during winter because of it too cold. Sara says. We get off during the summer. Elizabeth says. It will be summer on earth when we go see Anastasia and Andrew. The seasons are different here in Crystal City. Sara

In 2005, ten-year-old Belle Adams had her dreams crushed after learning the truth about Santa Claus. Her mother, Nicki Adams, admitted to lying about Santa Claus being real. Belle never felt so betrayed. She reacts by writing an offensive note and sliding the note under her mother’s door. The note read, “You have no idea what you just did. I really tried to believe. Everyone told me it’s your parents. I can’t believe you anymore. Is the Easter bunny real, how about the tooth fairy, huh? You just ruined a 10-year-old child’s Life! Thanks! Nothing will make me feel better because you lied to me about something I Loved that Broke my Heart!” As we all know, Santa Claus is the one of the most famous mythologies of all time. Every Christmas Eve,

Before I knew it, it was late at night and almost my bedtime. I made my way, up the stairs to the loft, slowly dragging my feet up each huge log stair from being so tired. I finally made my way up to the loft although the only light source was coming from one-single lit candle downstairs on the kitchen table. As I pulled the covers off the tiny twin bed, it was extremely hot, so I decided

I think Christmas has always been one of my favorite holidays. Maybe because of the special atmosphere that you can feel everywhere, in shops, restaurants , pubs and even streets, where you can hear the magical carols, or maybe it's because of its religious background, but what I can tell you for sure is that I can't think of anything more exciting than the image of the entire family preparing the Christmas Tree or fixing the Christmas dishes.

The door knob is always cold to touch like you’re touching a block of ice. When you walk into the door the room is so cold, it feels like you’re standing outside in a snow storm, in

The cloth on my face is very heavy and very thick. It reminds me of the wool on my mom’s coat. This makes me think about how I got here and about how much I wish I could leave. But I can’t, I’m stuck until someone comes to rescue me. The cloth itches my nose, but I can’t scratch it. Those were the rules and if I disobey then who knows what will happen to me. The air in here is stiff and uncomfortable. It smells stale like my grandmother 's house. The wood underneath my legs is smooth and cold. The cold takes over my body and I shiver never knowing when I will stop. The muffled voices in the room next to this one slowly grow louder as I try to understand their words. I lean my head back on the wall and realize I have no idea what time it is. How long have I been in this room? 5 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour? It dawns on me that the voices in the other room have stopped. Is he coming for me?