Personal Narrative: Where The Book Begins

Home shows the familiarities that no other place shows. In your own country or home, you live by your own rules. Molly, Gracie and Daisy were happier when they got home, since it was somewhere where they were loved, and since it was a place that gave them a sense of safety, knowing they were home with the people they loved and a place they were familiar with. Getting home was like an emotional reunion for the girls, touching and crying and at the same time Molly's distress because Gracie was taken away. "I lost one."

Home is a dwelling where people unwind, mature, and can safely reside. Coates, Andreou, and Owen see home as a material structure and are chiefly concerned and focused on the importance of access to home. On the other hand, Shammas, Iyers, and De Botton view the abstract concept of home, which emphasizes that home, is about creating feelings and memories. Home is not a material place where it can be several different places and have no meaning. Home is a place where you create fond memories, feelings, and grow with the culture.

What is home? This question often incites discussion on the difference between a house and a home. It should be noted that there is no right answer to this query. It is a very “to each their own” type of situation. However, there are two stories where home, as an idea, is the central concept. Sonia Nazario’s Enrique’s Journey chronicles a young boy’s, whose family and stability were ripped out from under him, journey as a now troubled man across countries to reclaim what was rightfully his. L. Frank Baum’s The Wizard of Oz narrates the trials and tribulations of a young girl who quite literally had her home ripped away from her. Baum goes on to set down one of the most, if not the most, famous journeys in human history as Dorothy

Home is where you are always welcome and the one place where you will always be surrounded by those who love and support you. Home to me is cornfields, friday night football games, constant flat tires, and bonfires with my dearest friends all in the small town of Adams. I’ve spent my entire life living in the country surrounded by dirt roads where those dirt roads twist and turn and eventually lead me into Adams. Adams is a town of roughly 600 people but that number is solely just a number because Adams is just a huge support group from the day you are brought into this world to the day you leave this world. Adams is a town where everybody knows everybody and people come together in times of devastation, to celebrate a Freeman Falcon win, or to watch some fireworks on the Fourth of July. I’m proud to

When you hear the word home what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Is it the street you live on, your family, or the crisp warm smell you get as soon as you take your first step into your house. Everyone knows that home sent that gives you a feeling of relief after a long stress full day. Most people know the saying home is where the heart is. In this case my heart is the field house floor with 9 big blue mats right in the middle of it. As soon as you step foot into the gym you have your game face on and are ready to push your self past your limits and strive for more and better success. When you walk into the field house the first thing you notice is the rubbery smell coming from the ground mixed with all kinds of cleaning supplies as the forceful wind pushes through the doors when you take your first step into

The word ‘home’ is something that is often misunderstood. Home makes up your identity and not many people know that. Therefore you ask me, ‘what is home?’ Home is not just in your house. Home is a place that surrounds you. It’s you environment and cause for emotions. Your home is where you are with the people that surround you (peers, family, and strangers), as well as cars, houses, stores, and/or toys.

Growing up with a mother who worked first shift, a father who worked third shift, and a brother nine months older than me, I had literally no one to teach me how to read. I would sit in the middle of the living room floor and hold a book upside down and pretend to read. I had no idea what was actually on the page but from the picture I was pretty spot on. I would read anything with pictures on it. My first reading encounter did not start off in an academic setting.

My mother home-schooled me until she could protect me no more. The memories of high school still haunt me, from the minute I walked through the gates to the minute I finally left that haunting prison. Masao was my biggest

It was a warm sunny day in May, and it was almost the end of the school year. Bus 1995 was full of annoying and yelling kids.

Home is being in my high school's annual homecoming parade as part of the court and rounding the corner of Ohio Street to see my entire family sitting in front of my grandparent's home, awaiting my arrival. Home is the sound of them screaming "We love you, Hailey!" as I rounded the corner. Home is breakfast that lasts for hours at the local cafe because I find myself in conversation with a different person at each table I pass. Home is growing up with the whole town as your guardians, because no matter what you are doing, everyone knows about it within a couple of hours. Growing up with that great of a support system has given me an opportunity that I believe sets me apart from other applicants. Home is community and this community has made

I scrambled up on the rock. The deer was standing down below feeding in the tall grass.

What is home? If one looks in a dictionary the answer would come out to be, “The place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.” However, for anyone who has had an actual home, they would know that such a term goes much beyond its concrete description. It is an impassioned aspect filled with values and foundation of nurturing. A home is not just an abode built to live in; in fact, that is just a definition of a house. Home is a place where one not only feels comfortable, but a place they look forward to opportunely live in every day. A home is built not by bricks or wood, but with the bond of family. A home is a place that reminds a person of countless memories and values when he walks through a

Well actually the “house” was just a big room. It was a cozy place where my brother, mom, aunt and I lived. There were only two beds that were smaller than a twin-size bed. We didn’t have much but what we had was much love for each other. My mother worked a lot so she could provide for us. She worked hard in order for my brother and aunt to go to school. That’s why I didn’t see her much when I was a child, so I valued my time with her a lot.

Over the next ten years, I made many beloved friends and created very special memories; memories with my brothers, family, and friends. I enjoyed growing up in my small bungalow as it radiated with love and safety. The backyard was my playground and my world map that I had to explore. It was my place to host birthday parties, argue with my parents, and laugh with my family. That house was my sanctuary.

My definition for home indescribable by words or by a simple thought, but home is rather of a feeling. Home is the calmness and serenity that settles over me like a blanket on a cold snowy night, just a silent assurance telling me I belong there. It took me quite a bit of time to understand where exactly that place is, and I didn’t know that the answer was always right in front of me. This feeling would come and go, and I would never recognize it because I knew that only the house I lived in was my home. Home is in fact more than what the words in the dictionary say.