Personal Narrative: Wal-Mart

On the above date and time I responded to Walmart, reference a possible retail theft.

Working at a grocery store, there are always many different sounds going on; at times, there are a lot of things going on with not only the people around me that I work with, but with many customers as well.

I can see the punch coming, it lumbers closer and closer to me just like a basketball when it is passed to you. Only I had to dodge this punch, which was still coming. The punch itself had several unique aspects, except for its slowness, - it was coming from my best friend-David- and he was ‘trying’ to get us on the same page. Looking back, it was the punch itself which lead to so many things changing between us; however, in the present moment it spurred my other best friend to try to come between the punch and me. Maybe he was making fun because he moved as slowly as he possibly could and the punch was still coming my way. Whereas Paulina sitting on the other side didn’t even bother looking at the commotion going in this side of the room. This made me wonder how did it

I walked about half a mile to Houghton Garden. As I was walking, I was reminded of how beautiful nature is. The grass was a light green and the sun was brightly shining on me. As I continued walking to the Garden, I walked past some turkeys and rabbits. They were also observing the beauty of nature. The weather was perfect. It was warm, with a slight breeze. After walking for about fifteen minutes, I finally found a bench to sit on. The bench was located on top of a small hill with a gorgeous view. The sun was shinning on my back, enhancing my view of the Garden. There were hundreds of trees surrounding me. The trees ranged from thin to thick. One of the tree’s branches had fallen and was dangling a few inches from the ground. The only thing that was keeping it from touching the ground, was that there was a

One of my many trips to Walmart ended up in a different situation than I imagined. One day me and my step-brother Mark went to Walmart like we ordinarily do when I go to my dad’s house. As we were walking into the store I realised a man was not exactly flying, but sitting on the sidewalk upside down. Honestly we didn’t think much of it at the time, but this would end up being one of the greatest stories I’ve ever told. We were going through our normal routine and noticed even more people “sitting” upside down in the store. Me and my step-brother just thought it was some type of joke at first that these random people were doing. The odd part was they were all wearing hoodies that covered their faces so we couldn’t see who or what they were.

Today I got the chance to visit a new community park in the Pacific Northwest. It happened to be on beautiful day during spring. As I was taking in the sights and there was a slight breeze that carried the scent of cut grass. The park looked so pristine, as if it had been landscaped with scissors. I chose a seat that was near the playground to eat my sack lunch. The sound of children throughout the park carried on the breeze. As I relaxed in the warmth, I finished my lunch slowly. The lunch was simple yet perfect for the moment. A turkey sandwich, with a few pepper slices to add some zing. I made a point to enjoy the serenity of it all, trying to forget about my worries of the day; what would be pressing tomorrow. The atmosphere that day seemed

A crisp breeze bends, splits, and shifts the life around me as I slowly turn, taking in the wide, open meadow. I am in a basin on a picturesque October morning under a soft, blue sky. The mountain is remarkably bold, beautiful, yet, peaceful and right. Golden is the meadow with the yellow leaves swaying on the branches casting their color above me and fallen leaves still vibrant; light swirls and shines above and below. Some branches are bare as fall strips away summer. This meadow situated in the basin of the San Francisco Peaks; a meadow with hay-like grass drying from these bracing waves of winds gives me goosebumps as I shiver my writing slants downwards and then juts up. There is an underlying rattling from this grass all bending to the East from these gusts. Pine needles from the Ponderosas are sprinkled on the ground and crunch under each step I take–crunch, then scatter. I break apart these pine needles and other debris, even some dry leaves from the aspens above.

My mom and I were walking through Walmart and we had directed ourselves towards the produce section. As my mom counted one by one the tomatoes that she was placing in the plastic bag, I wondered off. All that I could think of as I walked was how money was tight, but somehow we still need to buy groceries. As I entered the frozen aisle I noticed a woman in front of me with her cart. As she was exiting the aisle she got a call and while looking for her phone in her purse, she accidentally dropped some folded dollar bills. I continued walking towards the end that had the money and as I got closer my eyes would dart around looking for any witnesses. Before I knew it my toes were an inch away from the money. Getting a closer look to the money I

The peppery scent of Green Giant shrubs mingled with humid summer air, and I breathed a sigh of relief as a cool breeze lifted my shirt from my sticky stomach. Impatiently, I rustled through the bushes and the leaves with prickly ends. Casting an eye about, I saw a deserted landscape. Heart sinking with realization, I peered into the balconies of my friends to confirm my suspicions. The well-lit windows showed the unmistakable glow of the square television in every house. Disappointed, I trudged home with only four words for my mother.

When I was sixteen years old I got pregnant with my first son. I was so scared. Before I found out I was pregnant I was sitting in the living room watching Green Acres with my mom. My step dad came home and walked through the front door and automatically said to my mom as he set his things down on the kitchen table, he said “go to the store and get Neiska a pregnancy test, she is pregnant.” I said, “What no! I am not pregnant.” So he said, “look at her, she is pregnant. She is glowing. I know that kind of glow.” So my mom said, “Ok.” So we got up off the couch and she said, “Come on Neiska lets go.” So we got in the hoopty and went to Wal-Mart. On the way there to Wal-Mart, actually that was before it was a Wal-Mart, it was actually a K-Mart

I was sleep on the couch before that i was asking my dad, “maybe this week”. So then the next day we went somewhere and he would not tell me. About 15 minutes later we arrived at a big pale building with a huge parking lot the name was Walmart. When we walked in i knew exactly why we were here. He took me to the bike section and told me get what ever one i want.

The rustle of the stale leaves beneath my feet is soothing. They fly up with every shuffle I take. Walking in the woods is pure serenity. The periwinkle blue sky is so clear, I feel like this is all my imagination. When I stop walking the sound ceases and all I can hear is nature. The uncontaminated stream rolls over the rocks, comforting me. On the banks of the stream is the lush vegetation that brushes me with a faint sense of welcome as I walk by. I hear the repetitive drumming of a woodpecker in the trees and the familiar noise of a creature in the bushes. There are not too many bugs this time a year, and for that I am grateful. Right now it is just me under the influence of Mother Nature. There is nothing else to be concerned about, which

Fall was just around the corner, slowly creeping in as summer ends causing the crisp copper leaves to fall of the trees as they swayed gently in the wind. The forest felt alive with the branches creaking, squirrels chattering, the birds singing and bugs humming. The smell of wild herbs filled my nostrils; a refreshing scent.

At approximately eight thirty in the morning, I started on the trail. The temperature was warm and inviting. The skies were a clear blue and the sun glistened off the lake and it appeared silver. The beautiful sight of nature caused me to marvel and imagined how blessed I was to experience this and by the time I was half way through my walk I felt calmed. I continued my walk, unhurried and deeply inhaling to intentionally fill my lungs with fresh air. The walk left me feeling refreshed, energized and renewed.

Walmart was founded in Bentonville, Arkansas USA. The founder, Sam Walton, had owned previous stores called Walton’s Five and Dime that had led to Wal-Mart. You can find a Wal-Mart location anywhere across the United States of America and ships globally.