Personal Narrative Essay

Waking up that cool spring morning and remembering what day it was, I jumped out of bed excitedly. I ran down the stairs to pack my lunch for the day, I thought was going to be amazing, after I finished my lunch I go and get dressed. It was supposed to be a warm spring day so I dressed according to the weather. After I got dressed, ate my breakfast, did my hair, and brushed my teeth, I ran to the car and jumped in. My Mom drove me to school and dropped me off saying “I love you and have a good day

I'll have to hunt for mice and such, but all the land from here to the Atlantic's been claimed by someone or another and they'll hold onto their game like a mother bear protecting her cubs.” “We could head west, there might be some jobs fishing, or north where the woods are filled with animals,” but even as I spoke it I knew the words to be false hope, and the growl in my stomach from not eating all day made me keenly aware of how little food we had. “No,” Sam concluded, “if we leave we might never

I dig, I really really dig. A rainy Saturday filled with a bit of cleaning, a lot of work and a constant rain, the hubs and I found ourselves with a hankering for burgers. Of course downtown has options, but we also wanted to get home just in case the downpour decided to continue. One never knows in Michigan after all. I said (yes, I am giving myself 100% of the credit) let's try Gonzo's. I laughed as I said the name, because I am basically a human muppet. Hubs' eyes perked up and with a quick

Eek! I sounded like a teenage girl when I got the news. I was finally getting to go on the annual trip to Worlds of Fun. My aunts had gone every year for the past 3 years and had a blast every time, claiming that it got better each year. Not only was it a theme park, but when it got dark during the month of October it turned into a haunted forest. I had planned on having a great vacation, and I thought that it would be the best time of my life, but what happened was not what I expected. My sister

Chandler perry-Narrative Essay One day i was in class and I was doing my homework.Somebody was running really fast and the teacher yelled at him he got mad and threw a book.Suddenly I was knocked out…...I was on an island. The island scared me I didn't know what to do.Then I looked to my right and my dad was there to.He looked just as confused as me.I walked over to him and said how did we get here he just said I have no idea.The place had a volcano in the middle and had very few trees.There

It all began last Friday. The time was nearing midnight, but the television was still blaring infomercials and crime shows. My older sister, Laura, and I had been watching movies for the past few hours. We were both beginning to fall asleep, so I grabbed the remote and turned down the volume so it was merely background noise. I didn't like silence, it always made me uneasy. Voices of news anchors and laugh tracks were oddly comforting. I glanced over at Laura and saw her struggling to keep her eyes

Many years have gone by with much contemplation about what I wanted to do when I grew up. Due to my age, that vision has looked like many different professions. I started out with dreams of having an Army career starting at the age of 18, to have that quickly change when my new husband and I found we were expecting our first child. When our commanding officer found out, he spoke to us and explained that both of us could be sent to war at the same time. Rather than deciding which family member

She carries symbolic bracelets and tangled up headphones and torn playbills. She carries crumpled sheet music, a highlighted play script, a rusty gun and holster, an old calculator, worn out journals for writing fragmented lyrics, passionate feelings, unforgotten memories, and so much more. Twice or three times a week she carries packets of law and a lunch that was packed that morning. She carries a water bottle that is always half empty, or much like herself, half full, depending on how you see

Brenda Adan Philip Belmont College Composition 2 13 February 2017 Narrative If I Could Go Back in Time… Sometimes when I am alone I wonder, “What if I was able to go back in time?” I think of the countless memories and the time periods that I would visit. From riding horses with Native Americans to my very first middle school band concert, it would all be an amazing experience. I could change the outcomes of things, make things better, or just go through the memories all over again. If

I didn’t really know him very well but he was still my dad. I feel like I should feel bad for him or be crying but I’m not, not at all. He was killed at about midnight. The murder stole some important papers about my mom. I never knew her and my dad never talked about her, she died in a car accident when I was still very young. That was why I wanted those papers back. My dad never showed me any pictures but I knew that all kinds of things where on those papers. The police figured that my dad startled