My Own Narrative According to William Kittredge, “the likelihood of helping readers imagine holiness is the great strength of narrative” (Kittredge p. 25). A narrative is being able to understand a story because of one’s own experiences. As I read through the short stories and essays about nature, I refer to my own narrative. I have always preferred the outdoors. Although I have never been one to plant trees or even recycle, I do have a very deep respect for nature and the people who do these things. There are many places that have been insightful to my view of nature. These include my Nana and Papa’s house, the Harstine Farm, and Clay County, West Virginia. My respect from nature and ability to relate to these stories, my “narrative,” all …show more content…
We would have dinner and open our baskets. Afterward, the whole family would go outside and sit on the porch. My Papa, being an avid countryman, would bring his shotgun onto the back porch and try to find the Easter bunny who was stealing the food from my Nana’s garden. He never shot a rabbit on Easter until I was about seven or eight. I always thought it was a good idea. I never thought about the rabbit or its feelings. The afternoon he finally got one was just like every other Easter afternoon. We had dinner and opened our presents, then Papa went to the gun safe and grabbed one of his many shotguns. We headed onto the porch and waited. My cousin, Jarod, and I were playing on the swing set in the yard when we heard the gun go off. We about jumped out of our skin. Then, I heard the saddest cry I had ever heard. This many years later and I still can’t stop the cry of the little brown bunny from echoing throughout my head. I heard the gun click back and my Papa say, “We finally got the bastard! We got him!” A few seconds later, the bunny fell limp and I fell to my knees and cried. I thought about his mother and how she probably cared for him when he was born. The mother loved the baby bunny just like my mother loved me and cared for me until I could venture out by myself in the world. I decided then I would never seek to harm another living creature ever
We would get together to celebrate usually at my parent’s house for my mom’s side of the family. At Easter we always had a ham and many side dishes. Thanksgiving always brought a delicious turkey, sweet potatoes, scalloped corn and my favorite cranberry relish. For Christmas we had a ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, glazed carrots, and for desert pumpkin pie. We always had a Christmas tree of some sort with homemade decorations that us kids made. We also celebrated my brother’s birthday since he was born on Christmas Eve. A tradition of my own was to get my parents to let me open one gift on Christmas Eve, because my brother got his birthday presents and I thought it was not
It is a narrative from my view, because it tells the story of life for all living things.
I woke up and got ready for a hunt and when I was leaving the house my mom asked “where are you going?” I said” I am going to the market to talk”. When I left I went straight to the fence and ran to the woods. I met up with My friend Gale and we went to go hunting. While we were hunting we could hear things but we did not know what it was. Then after a while we started to set up some traps and check the other ones we set up the day before. Soon we saw a bunnie and i took a shot and the Bunnie died all instantly. We kept on looking around and after a little bit longer and we saw nothing then we checked the traps and their was nothing so we were going to check tomorrow.
From the lone hiker on the Appalachian Trail to the environmental lobby groups in Washington D.C., nature evokes strong feelings in each and every one of us. We often struggle with and are ultimately shaped by our relationship with nature. The relationship we forge with nature reflects our fundamental beliefs about ourselves and the world around us. The works of timeless authors, including Henry David Thoreau and Annie Dillard, are centered around their relationship to nature.
A Lot of people in this world have lack of respect for nature. Society tends to learn in ways that take advantage of nature. Yet many people realize how valuable nature is, and how important it is to protect it. These beliefs are presented in the nature American myth “The Sky Tree” and Ralph Waldo Emerson’s from Nature. The myth teaches lessons on how to preserve the natural world, while Emerson describes the need to connect to nature to discover the truth and beauty of life.
A calm crisp breeze circled my body as I sat emerged in my thoughts, hopes, and memories. The rough bark on which I sat reminded me of the rough road many people have traveled, only to end with something no one in human form can contemplate.
After what seemed like an eternity of rigorous tests and dealing with the painful longing of wanting to hold a precious baby of my own in my arms, it happened; my dreams at long last came true. I was pregnant! But something happened; I felt my world come crashing down. The thought of bringing another life into this world terrified me.
They perturb with cacophonous reality and bemuse with their beguiling falsity. They forge senses to trot on oblique planes and sojourn somewhere into wilderness. The centroidal artery of Homo sapiens community turfs in narrating adventures, allegories, anecdotes, epics, fairy tales, legends and myths. Stories transcend time and space. Narration or narrative technique, being a subsistent art of storytelling, underpins a vision or an ideology.
This children’s book is titled “The Scared Baby Rabbit” which was both written and illustrated by myself. The plot of this story starts with a little baby rabbit that was unable to find her mother, fearing the interaction of other animals, not wanting to ask for help. Eventually, the baby rabbit was able to overcome her fears and ask a lion and bear for help, telling them her situation which allowed for her mother to be found. The moral of this story is that at times asking for help can be beneficial and that fears are meant to be overcome. The intended audience for this book was the age range of 4 to 6 years old.
I would always play with it and feed it. One day, on my birthday, my best friend at the time, Miguel, picked it up to play with it and on accident dropped him on the pavement floor. I was devastated to find out my beloved pet rabbit had died on my birthday. From what I remember, what I felt afterwards was something similar to what Dickinson wrote in her poem “After a Great Pain, a Formal Feeling Comes.” When I first found out the news, I completely froze and the once grinning face of my younger self disappeared and replaced with tears.
A successful descriptive narrative displays the necessary information for a reader to explain or develop speculations within the material. Narrating the text of a story, told through one or more narrators, allows the audience to connect with the feelings of the narrator. A description includes imagery for the audience’s recognition. Furthermore, descriptive narratives have a purpose and are there for a reason. “Shooting an Elephant” and “The Lottery” are both descriptive narratives. Descriptive narratives show a clearer understanding of the passage; therefore, the stronger text is “Shooting an Elephant” because of its detail and the plot’s conflict.
When I think of the perfect place, I imagine a cascading waterfall, a vast forest, a stunning mountainside, or a warm sunset on the beach. I look up around me, mesmerized by the vastness of the natural world and breathe in the fresh air. Over the course of my life, I have come to respect the environment and the earth’s natural surroundings in ways that most others do not in the industrialized and technological era of today. I can appreciate the beauty of the Earth and of all the different landscapes and organisms that surround me. The way in which I value and treasure the environment has evolved just as I have. I see the environment as something to be preserved and admired, not destroyed or exploited. My relationship with the environment is
My great grandparents, my great aunt and uncle, and another great uncle all attended. I work up early that morning to find my easter basket, because my grandma still thought I was a kid and made me a easter basket every year. After looking for my Easter Basket I looked for Max because I had not yet seen him that morning. I found him lying on his worn out dirty dog bed in my grandparents room. It was unusual for Max to be missing out on all the people; he loved being around everyone to steal food and get pet. Max looked tired so I let him sleep and went to join everyone for breakfast. It was a big thing in my family to have big breakfast on the weekends. Everyone got up and watched HGTV and we sang the making the bacon
My interest in ecology started at an early age, when my father used to take me canoeing through the swamps of Louisiana, teaching me the names of the plants and animals as we went. When I was older, my father grew interested in the fire ecology that maintained the longleaf pine savannas that used to stretch across the South. He began doing experimental controlled burns on plots of forest on our property, and I would always help him out (the experiments were successful, by the way; native species returned and invasive species were reduced). Eventually, we both became certified Prescribed Burn Land Managers, and we continued to restore our forests until I left for college. My father passed his love of nature and sciences on to me, and I feel