Personal Narrative-Why Or Why Not A Banana Suit?

Prom 2K16, the scariest night of my life. Me and my boyfriend Colin started dating december of my freshman year his junior year. We met through mutual friends, I fell for him the moment I saw him. It's crazy to think how far we have come but that a story for another time.

The only time I remember vividly was the car ride home. Slowly driving, my mom being

We met in the summer after my sophomore year of high school. She had just graduated high school and was off to college in the fall. From the moment we had started talking, I was, as you could say "head over heels" for her. To me, one of the most attractive qualities in a person is a sense of stability and that was why I was strongly attracted to her. She knew where she was going to college, what she was going to major in, and had her whole life planned out before she was 19.

In 2002 I moved to Papillion, Nebraska and instantly me and the little girl across the street clicked. We did everything together from the day we met. Some of my favorite memories with her are doing lemonade stands, riding our bikes around the neighborhood

Her tone of voice sounded as if she felt strong and determined going into this type of coming of age moment. She acted like she was a I-can-do-it-all-by-myself kind of woman. In life, love is everywhere. Whether it's in food, or in people, my mom met someone out of the

She reached over to the table beside her and grabbed the glass of ice water, sipping it before placing back down where it belonged and diving back into her computer again “Starting when I was around 3, I always had a constant obsession with one boy band or another. I jumped from one teen heartthrob to another over the years. Most of my conversations with my mother from about age 5 'til my early teens revolved around “my future husbands” as I called them.” Her fingers moved nimbly as the story began to unfold, “I would describe the life I plan to lead with them or the children I wanted to have. Within these conversations with my mom or grandma, they always managed to throw in things like ‘What if you bring home a girl instead’ or one would say ‘Well I can’t wait to meet this husband’ and the other would shout ‘or wife’ from the other room. At the time it made me mad and I would always respond with things like ‘MOMMMM I LIKE BOYS STOPPPPPP’ and storm out of the room. When I look back, I often wonder if they were trying to brainwash me or if they just saw something I didn’t, but it was a sweet way of reassuring me no matter who I love they would always accept me. At the time I never thought anything of it, I liked boys, boys were cute and that’s what the world had taught me. Girls like boys, boys like girls, and

Here I am, laying hungover in bed from a trip to the Islands, sleep deprived with burning eyes I'm woken from a loud banging on the door. Get up, get up, they are here taking your truck! Having not the least idea of what is going on, as to who, what, or why someone is taking my truck, I'm suddenly a nervous wreck all the sudden. I gather myself together, heart racing out of control I stumble to my feet and run outside. He is in my yard with those bright yellow flashing lights like a lighthouse guiding all the ships in, instead it's bringing all my neighbors out, the repo man!

My first story was when we were making a two hour ride home from a dance competition in

We met on the first day of seventh grade, so as twelve-year olds, we did not experience revelation of love that many people seem to relate to the meeting of soulmates. We did become close friends, however, and by the end of seventh grade he professed his affection for me. Our relationship officially

I started my car and drove off the school parking lot happily. Someone whistled after seeing my car. I was driving my newly bloody red sports car. It was a gift from my parents for my graduation. Not that I need this but it's okay. I can now drive without a bodyguard

“Uhhhh,” I groaned. “When can we leave?” I asked my mom for the thousandth time. I was bored out of my mind as I trailed behind my mom and her personal shopper, LaVaughn in Bloomingdale’s. My mom and LaVaughn laughed, like they usually did when I complained. To me this wasn’t funny. I love my mom but she can go to Bloomingdale’s and shop for HOURS on end. My mom and LaVaughn kept saying things like, “Cydney, do you like this dress?” or “Cydney what do you think of the design on this shirt?” and the ever so classic, “Cydney, this would be so cute for you!” All I’d think was, “Way to be subtle mom.” When I told my mom that I wanted to hang out after school I didn’t mean trail behind her as she shops, I meant let’s eat dinner together or go to a movie.

We had many experiences together as I said before. One I remember most is when we always met and went to Obey River in Pickett county. We went all through the summer, we always knew what out plans were going to turn out to be. We would start by always playing in the water while our parents would get the cookout stuff together. We enjoyed every minute we spent together.

I’ll never forget the time I was in panic mode and felt extremely worried. I was out of town with my family visiting my aunt, uncle, and cousins in Nashville, Tennessee when I was about eight. My cousin Kelsey and I never knew I was such a horrible driver until one rainy, dark night.

When we pulled into our grandparents driveway I would fly out the door, ready to unpack with haste so I could run through the slot between the evergreen bushes over to the side door. I always knew what to expect, Laurette, her face gleaming with a smile, her giggle would force its way through the window pane, where it then would cause my face

The day I woke up to this soon to be life changing turn of events, I thought it was just going to be a normal day with my mom, not doing anything out of the ordinary or particularly special. I woke up late in the morning, like I always did on a morning in the summer time, and did nothing all day. I was just doing the usual things a twelve year old girl did in the summer: watch television, eat junk food and play on my phone. I was at my mom’s that day, but I was going to my dad’s house later that day to stay for the weekend. Mom and dad usually met up somewhere later in the day around four or five in the afternoon.