Personal Narrative: All About Me

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All about me What could have been of my parents if I wasn’t here? The day in which my first breath could have been my last one. The first perception that I had of a home was the hospital located in the Cowboy’s city. When I got better, we moved to an apartment that was small like a shoe box. In my 4th month of being born we moved to Houston, which was like a different world. My childhood years consisted of a lot of moving, but I remember that there was always a smile on our face. The first day I went to school. I was very shy and nervous. Everyone was talking to each other, and I was alone because I didn’t go to Pre-Kinder. I was the new girl but I made new friends really quickly. Berry Elementary seemed so big to me, but in reality it was like NHECHS. I remember playing in the playground with no swings, but always laughing. To me this school …show more content…

Then, I moved to middle school which was also a new experience. Patrick Henry M.S. has two floors and a patio in the middle. For me, that was really fancy. When I got to 6th grade I didn’t know anyone. Flashbacks come to my mind which include running to the T-buildings with a big back all the way to the knees. The worst days were when it was raining because you had to be careful so the students wouldn’t push you, if not you will fall down and get all wet. The best days of middle school was when I got to 8th grade. My graduation day was the best because I got recognized for the best student. In 2012, I became Red Hawk proud. At first, I thought NHECHS was going to be easy and I could handle it. But this allusion ended when I entered to 10th grade. I got college classes which was even worse.

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