Personal Narrative Essay

My dad, for as long as I can remember, has always been a big part of my life. All throughout middle and high school we would have heart to heart conversations just father and son. I can remember the warmth of the fire, the taste of tea on the tip of my tongue, a cool midnight breeze blowing in carrying the scent of grass and fresh rain, my dad sitting across the room telling me about the different projects he was working on, and regaling me with advice to help in everyday life. One night, he told

Two years after we had signed the gas lease my father stopped farming. The cows and the pigs were sold to the Baker’s farm on the other side of Iberdeen. So were his two tractors along with most of the other equipment that had taken up real estate on our land. Now our house sat on almost three hundred acres of dirt, grass, hay, fieldstone, history. I had to remind myself every time I came home from work, a copywriting position I had gotten in Dickson City, that this was what home would look like

At the start of the summer, I had the opportunity to fly to Michigan to see where my dad grew up. As I flew on the plane, I thought of all the sights I would be able to see and draw to share with my friends online about the exhausting yet fun travel to Michigan. But, as we grew closer and closer to Michigan, I was only able to see white, fluffy clouds cover the thick, oval window in front of me. So, for a while I slept and decided to not look out the window until we landed, until my overly excited

October 16th, 2013: As the lights glistened through the faint darkness that was beginning to spread all around us, a cool breeze flowed through the metal bars and splashed against my sweaty face. I was sprinting, running faster than I ever had before. Clusters of bodies surrounded me as a tried to maneuver my way through the world's hardest obstacle course as I settled down to make a final leap of faith. I was fourteen years old, and at this moment I didn’t know that what was about to happen would

It takes a village to raise a child, and that is the atmosphere that I was raised in. My grandparents' house is open to anyone who needs a home. As a child I lived with my mom, cousins, aunts, uncles, great uncle, and great grandma. I was always entertained and learning. My family taught me how to write in cursive and how to count, but they also taught me life lessons that I will never forget. My great uncle, Paul, taught me righty tighty, lefty loosey and how to tell a good joke. Uncle Paul also

The most powerful moment that has happened to me involving music happened in the middle of my seventh grade year. Prior to seventh grade, I played the violin but desired to learn the Double Bass. I asked a few times if I could switch instruments so that I could fulfil that desire, but my teacher always turned me down telling me that I should just stick with the violin, this of course made me devasted. Then the following school year, the teacher asked if anybody could play Bass because Alex (the bassist)

I thought it was a costume party. When I showed up at my friend Steve?s house I had expected to see demons, ghouls, zombies, monsters, and Steve in his iPod costume he had been planning to wear, but I was very wrong. The moment that Steve opened the door I knew that I had made a mistake. ?Geny, is that you?? Steve asked, he was wearing regular blue jeans, Nike sneakers, and a Halloween is bae shirt. I however was dressed in a cute witch costume consisting of a small skirt just above my knees, black

There are certain things that happen for a reason. Although it may be something bad at the moment, it has a huge impact on us later on. We wish they hadn’t happened in the moment. Later on, we are grateful it did happen and the lesson we learned. This happened to me the winter of 2010. I had just discovered we had lost a family member. Little did I know this one moment would have a huge impact on me later in life. I was home, my homework was done, my chores finished. I was happy that I didn’t have

I went camping this summer for my friend’s birthday, It was a lot of fun and I have so many great memories from that trip. Marshmallows roasting,going swimming,screaming was so much fun. We also played volleyball and our ball almost fell into their fire. They didn’t care though everyone here was happy,happy kids,happy dogs,even elder people had smiles on their faces. We took a walk down to the dock and at one point it came up and bounced. For that moment I thought we were about to go flying

A frightened person can be easily identified by many traits. Their hands may shake, sometimes scream Bloody Mary, this is how us people usually react when scared. What amazes me of this philosophy of human emotion is that some people consider the feeling of getting scared is quite enjoyable. It is a very mainstream topic, in fact, we create literature, jokes, and experiences that support this resolution in many ways. If you put reasonable thought into it, the idea doesn’t exactly make sense when