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Personal Narrative: I Am My Mother's Unresolved Heartaches - I have finally signed and notarized the divorce settlement in my attorney’s office. I was overcome by different emotions and wished my mother was still living so she can see that I was not reliving her story. I thought about our circumstances and the choices we made that led us both to unhappy marriages. We may appear the same, but it was the intricate differences that made us unique and chose different paths for ourselves. We both had married insensitive partners; however, we dealt with the hostile relationships differently....   [tags: Personal Experience, Personal Narrative] 1373 words
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Personal Narrative - My Sister’s Baby - My Sister’s Baby "Shut up. I do not hate babies," my sister responded after I could not hide my astonishment at her announcement. Although my mind was full of visions of her beating me up when I was little and she was in charge, I gave her a hug anyway and told her that I hoped she would be happy. Why not. She was married and financially independent; in fact, her work was extremely important to her. She even invited me into the delivery room as her second coach. Upon first inspection, the room looked nothing like the pea green tiled delivery rooms so often depicted on television....   [tags: Personal Narrative Writing] 1631 words
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Personal Narrative - I Am GI Jane - I Am GI Jane “Go. Go. Go!” yelled Drill Sergeant Saunders. I must have fallen asleep for a few seconds because I did not hear him give the order to start crawling. I opened my eyes to all three drill sergeants surrounding me and screaming at the top of their lungs. In my mind I kept asking myself, "Why did I join the U.S. Army?" “Get the hell off of that wall!” exclaimed Drill Sergeant Hill. He continued to degrade me by yelling, "You will amount to nothing if you don't get your head out of your ass." “Why are you not out crawling across the field?” exclaimed Drill Sergeant Saunders....   [tags: Personal Narrative Writing] 1817 words
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Personal Narrative - My Dad, Formally Known as Superhero - My Dad, Formally Known as Superhero When I was twelve, I started fasting on Yom Kippur. That was the year I had my Bat Mitzvah and the year I became a Jewish woman. In the few years before I turned twelve, I ate sparingly on that holiest day - no junk food, no breakfast. And in the years before that, I ate whatever I wanted. My mom too. She's not Jewish - she just happened to marry my Jewish dad. My dad always fasted. He'd go to Temple in the morning, and we'd go with him - me, my sister, and my mom....   [tags: Personal Narrative Writing] 780 words
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Personal Narrative - A Hole In My Left Shoe - A Hole In My Left Shoe I have a hole in my left shoe. It’s on the inside of my left shoe, and it’s been there since the first week I had these shoes. It doesn’t grow or change, because the circumstances that begot it do not grow or change. It’s there because when I sword fight I drag that foot as part of my footwork. This hole in my shoe is a constant thing in my life. Even when I get a new pair of shoes it will still be back there within a week. Look closely at this hole and you can see into it, into me....   [tags: Personal Narrative Writing] 985 words
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Personal Narrative- Nearly Fatal Car Accident - The fluorescent lights blinded me as I tried to open my eyes. Where am I, I thought to myself. I jolted my head back and forth desperately trying to figure out where I was. I heard a voice say, "Hold him down, we are almost there." A sharp pain ran down my back to my feet. All I could see were lights flashing and shadows moving in all directions. The rolling bed that I was on stopped abruptly and a mask was placed over my face. I tried not to breathe, but in less than a second I was unconscious....   [tags: Personal Narrative, essay about myself] 1130 words
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Personal Narrative - A Conversation about My Father - A Conversation about My Father "'This is the only person in the world who understands me' he always said, holding you proudly high above his head. Oh, he adored you... but, I guess I you wouldn't remember that, you were just a baby," my mother sadly responded. That was the first time I dared to ask her the obviously painful questions about my father, who had died when I was two. I was nine then and felt I was old enough to know and wise enough to understand, so I sat on a stool in the corner of our tiny, cramped kitchen in Columbus, listening to my mother paint a picture of our family....   [tags: Personal Narrative essay about myself] 539 words
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Personal Narrative- Using Art to Escape Boredom - Quite often different people I come across commend me on my creative ability to draw and paint. The observer's comments usually include the question "Where did you learn how to draw like that?" I normally tell them some generic answer like "a lot of practice, " but truthfully my response should be "in my miserably boring childhood." However I usually refrain from being that honest to either avoid a weird look or to avoid a lengthy explanation like the one that follows. Compared to some of the horrible stories of child abuse I've heard, my childhood was a Walt Disney fairytale, but in my own eyes I was an unhappy kid....   [tags: Personal Narrative, essay about myself] 1650 words
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Personal Narrative- Living Life on the Edge - Personal Narrative- Living Life on the Edge Heart racing, palms clammy, stuttering with nervousness. All things that usually don’t describe one’s favorite thing in the world, however in my case those are the common symptoms for my favorite way to relax in the world, adrenaline rushes. Anything that puts you so close to death you could touch it, but still hang on to a thread of life to pull yourself back up with. It sounds immature and irresponsible, I know, but don’t judge until you’ve tried, and I could never describe the rush and the complete whole, peaceful state of meditation adrenaline rushes put me in that makes all the danger in the world entirely worth it....   [tags: Personal Perspective] 459 words
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Personal Narrative- A Lesson in Culture Shock - Personal Narrative- A Lesson in Culture Shock “ You want to be the same as American girls on the outside.” (Tan, Amy) Like Tan in her narrative “Fish Cheeks”, everyone has had a time in their lives when they wanted to fit in at school or home. Sometimes it is hard to try to blend into the surroundings. Moving from Boston to Tallahassee has taught me a lot about such things like honor, pride, and self-reliance. Such is related to us in Wilfred Owens’s “Dulce et Decorum est” which is about his experience in World War I....   [tags: Personal Perspective] 1075 words
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Personal Narrative- Living a Life of Humility - Personal Narrative- Living a Life of Humility For the only thing we have to shame is shame itself. Perhaps the name of Amy Tan’s mother will never be remembered like that of FDR, but the truth behind her words rings just as loud. To be different is an aspect of human nature that we are to be proud of, regardless of whether it’s socially hip or socially degrading. To be proud of something is to consider it worthy of honor, and that’s precisely what we must do- honor our individuality by becoming who we really are....   [tags: Personal Perspective] 1110 words
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Personal Narrative- First Job Anxiety - Personal Narrative- First Job Anxiety Thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. My heart began to race as I climbed in my truck early Monday morning. Anticipation grew inside of me at the thought of starting my new job. Would it be difficult. Would I get frustrated. I kept asking myself these questions, but I didn't want to know the answers. All the confidence that I had built up before that day had diminished and I was left with dread. I tried to reassure myself that it was just a summer job and that I would never have to go through it again, but my anxiety had already overcome me....   [tags: Personal Perspective] 680 words
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Personal Narrative- Becoming a Good Loser - Personal Narrative- Becoming a Good Loser During my childhood I learned a number of valuable and important lessons. Each as varied as the next. Several years ago, however, I was taught a lesson that forever altered my outlook on life. I was seven years old and I’d already proven to my two sisters that I was a force to be reckoned with. In the mood for a little fun I decided to partake in a game of Candy land. The object of the game was to make it to Candy Castle before my two worthy opponents. The game lasted for less than an hour, but I would remember it for the rest of my life....   [tags: Personal Perspective Essays] 497 words
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Personal Narrative- Growing Closer to God - Personal Narrative- Growing Closer to God My head spins as I fly down Capital Circle on my way back home from church. Church has always been the highlight of my week, but something was missing tonight. I just couldn't seem to focus on worshiping God. My usual words of praise were empty. My hectic life had become a distraction and kept me from focusing on God, who should be my main priority. The butterflies in my stomach feel more like a herd of elephants tearing through my body. I cry out, "Why God....   [tags: Personal Perspective Essays] 659 words
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Personal Narrative: Stratification - Personal Narrative: Stratification When you are placed in a specific class either by society or by you, the life chances can be very different. The life chances of employment may be limited if you are on the lower class level. For example, the resume you hand in may only work for factory level jobs. The factory may not require anything but a high school diploma. On the other hand, it would be more difficult to obtain a high paying job with only a high school diploma. For instance, a doctorate degree is required to become a doctor....   [tags: Papers] 337 words
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Personal Narrative- September Eleventh - Personal Narrative- September Eleventh No one knows what tomorrow will bring or may not bring. In the course of the past year, this idea was extremely prevalent. Because of the September tragedy, many people were uneasy and unnerved about daily situations. This concern caused people to look at things in a new, almost like an “enlightenment” initiator. September the eleventh is a day I will always remember; not only for the obvious reason, but for the important way it affected my feelings towards my family....   [tags: Terrorism Terror] 423 words
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A Perilous Journey-Personal Narrative - A Perilous Journey-Personal Narrative A perilous journey; the perfect phrase to describe my entire eighteen year life. As far back as I can recall, I have been running into numerous trials and tribulations that had to be resolved before I was able to progress further. Some of these issues are still being dealt with at present. Dealing with these issues is something of an ongoing process I suppose. One such issue is my difficult relationship with my parents. Although I love and care for them deeply, I have had my share of difficulties with them, as I am sure all teens have had with their parents....   [tags: Papers] 350 words
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Goals in Life- Personal Narrative - Goals in Life- Personal Narrative High school is a very important time in a persons life. This is the time to set goals. We not only set goals, but set out to find solutions. My first goal in no particular order is to become a good athlete. My next goal is to be a good student and graduate high school, with a 3.0 GPA. There's a last goal, but I am saving it for later. My goals are simple, but not as easy to accomplish. Athletics are very fun , and may help count towards another goal in life. Sports may be fun, but you need hard work to become good at it....   [tags: Papers] 330 words
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Personal Narrative: Intercultural Relationships - Personal Narrative: Intercultural Relationships Intercultural relationships are essential to our survival as a people. Without interacting withone another, the wrld would not be the place it is today. I would not be the person I amtday. I can recaall an instance of intercultural relating that has affected me. It changed the way I view the world. Living in the United States, we are subjected to many races and cultures. Living in central New Jersey, though there are many types of people, life is usually the same on all ends of the spectrum....   [tags: Papers] 337 words
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The Struggle with Vocabulary- Personal Narrative - The Struggle with Vocabulary- Personal Narrative Ani DeFranco once screamed in one of her songs, "You're like one of those zombies in Vegas pouring quarters into a slot machine." Even though Ani is an angry musician, there is truth within her lyrics, especially in this one. These lyrics remind me of the youths in our culture (generation X and Y) today. We live in a world where mass media manipulates minds. We are all guilty of turning to MTV for news, Ricki Lake for advice and reading Cosmo instead of challenging ourselves with a classic novel....   [tags: Papers] 343 words
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Clash with the Hurricane- Personal Narrative - Clash with the Hurricane- Personal Narrative The sky darkened from the blue light sky, it turned suddenly to a dark black gloomy sky hovering with a mist cloud. I walked back into the car, seemingly it was going to pour down. Heavily, the wind blew. I turned to shut the windows, but, as I looked closer out of the window, huge clouds started fusing together which then created a huge immense hurricane....   [tags: Papers] 855 words
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Personal Narrative on Innocence - Personal Narrative on Innocence Innocence isn’t necessarily lost by age or maturity. I think many things can kill it, but it also can be regained. You never realize when your innocence is gone either. Many people assume that by entering high school that they are fully mature and they know just about everything, but assume would be the key word. I have always thought that my purity had vanished long before junior year. I will admit that there were times when I would have a childlike thought, idea, or action but I never gave them a second consideration....   [tags: English Literature Essays] 540 words
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Not Knowing-Personal Narrative - Not Knowing-Personal Narrative That eventful day started out like every other day summer day. My cousins, there fathers and I decided to spend a few hours swimming at the rivers bend not to far from my grandparents’ home. I felt out of place because I was the only one there with out a father. Watching them interact with each other, filled me with envy. It was an eventful day for me because of what was about to happen to me today. It was something that I dreamed about for a long time....   [tags: Papers] 338 words
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The Ultimate Teacher-Personal Narrative - The Ultimate Teacher-Personal Narrative There have been very few people in my life that have been able to grab my attention, captivate me, and then make me say "this is what I want to do!" Mr. Molina, my high school world history teacher, did just that. All teachers do their job, some just do it, others do it very well, but few leave a lasting impact on a student's life. Today I am in college as an education major, headed for the life of a high school history teacher. Mr. Molina's appearance in front of a class, his unique teaching style, and his uncanny ability to make class fun are the main reasons I feel this is what I want to do....   [tags: Papers] 406 words
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The Mall Experience - Personal Narrative - The Mall Experience - Personal Narrative The loud scream pierced through the Patrick Henry Mall air. It was cold and eerie night, but I as in the best place that I could see fit the mall. When I'm inside those four walls I feel that there is nothing that could harm me, except for maybe a credit card reaching it's limit or the store not having any more mediums in the cutest cashmere sweater I've ever seen in my life. Anyway like I was saying, yeah so I heard this really loud scream that totally disturbed the whole shopping atmosphere....   [tags: Papers] 383 words
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Night of Funk- Personal Narrative - Night of Funk- Personal Narrative Halloween night this year was a night of tension. With the recent terrorist attacks, people, including myself, were worried about going out that night. All over the news, reporters were warning us to stay away from certain places and the warning signs of another terrorist attack. So, what were all of us college kids going to do. I decided to be brave and go downtown. I figured, if they nuke Boston, I’ll be dead in Allston (where I live). Friends of mine from Berklee College of Music were playing a huge show at Bill’s Bar on Lansdowne Street....   [tags: Papers] 401 words
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Kristina with a K- Personal Narrative - Kristina with a K- Personal Narrative The year was 1986; it was on this day my life would forever be changed. Up until this point I was a loner, single, an individual. Some people like to be in this state, I wasn't sure that I cared either way. Anyhow, this is where Kristina started. She spelt her name with a "K" instead of the traditional "C." The name was just one way that she was different. I was never quite sure if she chose to be or not. In that aspect I suppose we were the same. At first accepting her into my life was a given more than an option, I guess....   [tags: Papers] 418 words
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A Golf Lesson- Personal Narrative - A Golf Lesson- Personal Narrative I guess it started when I was about twelve years old. My father took me to this place called a golf course. I did not know why or what we were here for, but I was interested in finding out. We entered a building called a clubhouse; then, he paid for a bucket of practice balls. I followed him to the driving range. Once we got there, he got a metal stick from his golf bag and gave it to me. I grabbed the stick, and he showed me how to hold it. Then, he told me to swing it....   [tags: Papers] 371 words
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Personal Narrative Diary of a Teenager - Personal Narrative Diary of a Teenager Dear Diary He's dead, how could he just leave me like this. He's the only one I ever had and now I have nobody. He may have been drunk most of the time but at least he was there…now I am on a bus to the middle of nowhere…alone. All alone, that's me, all alone…forever. They're sending me off to some foster family, I can't believe this is happening. I'm just you're average 15 year old girl, things like this don't happen to me they happen in the movies....   [tags: Papers] 339 words
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Personal Narrative: The Sandlot - Personal Narrative: The Sandlot The sandlot was a vacant lot we especially used for unorganized sports. It was a place during my childhood years where I could go and not have a worry on my mind, except being with my best friends and playing some baseball. The lot was a place where the memories of endless fun and games took place. I can still hear the voices of neighbors yelling at us to go home because of the tennis balls we hit against their houses and off their windows. To us the sandlot was better than Wrigley Field, nothing else could compare to all the times we had there....   [tags: Papers] 379 words
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The Hill-Personal Narrative - The Hill-Personal Narrative To a ten-year-old, it was the only reason to live. The only reason to get up in the morning. The only reason to come straight home after getting off the bus. I received this present on the morning of my tenth birthday. I awoke to the sound of my family singing in my room. I can hear them now, "…happy birthday to Betsy…happy birthday to you." I threw a pillow at them and told them to get out. When I finally crawled out of bed, to my surprise, a pink string was tied to my door....   [tags: Papers] 406 words
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The Crash- Personal Narrative - The Crash- Personal Narrative I struggle out of bed, and wake up to a chilly winter morning. One of those mornings that make your cheeks redden from the first whip of the cold winter air, and an almost immediate tensing of your muscles. Having no time to spare I have to get into my car without being able to warm it up. Making me have to battle the cold for the six block trip to the high school parking lot to meet up with my friend for our morning ritual of smoking a cigarette. I jump out of my freezing car and get into his S-10 pickup....   [tags: Papers] 406 words
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Touring the World- Personal Narrative - Touring the World- Personal Narrative Surprisingly by age 50,my lucrative business lost its thrill, and I felt like it was time to move on and experience more of what life had to offer. I had enough of the problems and headaches of mainstream life and decided to sell my business to my husband. With a couple million dollars as pocket-money and a picture of my family, I moved to Jamaica where stress is low and " hakuna matata" is the national motto. I wanted to start my new life fresh. I found a perfect, cozy beach house that overlooked the white sand beach and the clear blue ocean....   [tags: Papers] 384 words
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I Joined- Personal Narrative - I Joined- Personal Narrative I am a front line soldier. I was with a mate sitting at the bottom of the parapet. My mate took out his damp cigarette. He managed to have a smoke, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t take the smell of blood, mud and rats. I could not have a peaceful smoke. The smell was always there. It did not go at all. I always fell sick and could not stand it at all. The weather was finally clear and nice and bright after so many days. Our mood changed dramatically from upset and sad to happy and cheerful....   [tags: Papers] 439 words
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My Brother - Personal Narrative - My Brother - Personal Narrative My brother is the most influential person in my life. His name is Jim and he is 21 years old, leaving a 4 year gap in between the two of us. Most siblings are always quarreling, and never do anything together. My brother and I are most definitely not like that, we do everything together....   [tags: Papers] 406 words
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Personal Narrative: Wellness - Personal Narrative: Wellness When I am not feeling well I find relief and comfort talking to my girlfriend. Occasionally I may think of topics such as my future and particular things I want to achieve and I fluster myself with over exaggerated thought with issues like college and school and people and everything else that's happening at that moment in my life, but talking to my girlfriend allows me to release any anxiety that I may posses created by the persons around me and places order back into my thinking....   [tags: Papers] 1532 words
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No one is to be Trusted- Personal Narrative - No one is to be Trusted- Personal Narrative “Interview started at 16:10pm, Officers present DCI Potter and Sergeant Gold” Said DCI Potter “Ok Lucy, we’d just like to ask you a few questions about today’s events.” I looked over at the two Policemen my eyes glistening with tears but burning red hot from the stress, I slowly nodded my head. “Can you tell us everything that happened today and the story around it in as much detail as you can.” Asked Sergeant Gold. Slowly I opened my mouth but nothing came out, I tried again still the same response, it was as if I had lost my voice, and suddenly it all came flooding back and the words started pouring out my mouth....   [tags: Papers] 839 words
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Personal Narrative: Happy To Be Alive - Personal Narrative: Happy To Be Alive People often ask why I seem to be so happy; my usual reply is "because I'm alive". It was six days after my eleventh birthday, so naturally I was happy, but by the end of this day there are feelings I had that I never knew existed. I recall my primary six teacher asking my class to gather round her as she had something to tell us. She said that a man had gone into a primary school in Dunblane and started shooting at innocent children. The thought that someone could this came to me as a great shock but I did not even consider what might have happened to my cousin, Emma, who lives there....   [tags: Papers] 603 words
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Arrival of a Stranger - Personal Narrative - Arrival of a Stranger - Personal Narrative It was the last day of the school year; Mr Phillips was directing everybody into the school hall, the front row was full of giddy first years delaying the start, "every body please be quiet, john Roberts see me after assembly" "ok as you all should know already, Tomorrow, the year elevens will each be assigned a foreign exchange student who will be staying with them for the next 6 weeks, the list of names and information is in the cross corridor and as from Tomorrow the students will arrive for the summer." I was nervous, I had never before met a foreign person, and I had no clue as to what he/she might be like....   [tags: Papers] 1129 words
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Personal Narrative: Divorce - Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would "make sure that the right parent looked after us." This was drilled into me for weeks in advance along with the miscellaneous "I love you more than Dad does" and " you enjoy living with me more than Dad, don't you?" What Mum didn't realise is that children can see straight through people like her so her ongoing effort to unbalance my opinion just floated straight past me like a cloud....   [tags: Papers] 1046 words
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The Shooting - Personal Narrative - The Shooting - Personal Narrative It started off as a normal school day. I arrived late to school, at 8:50 am, and was shouted at by Mrs Robinson. It was 23rd June 2000. I was in Year 8 at the time. First two lessons finished as usual, and then it was first break which was about fifteen minutes long. Boys normally mess about during this time. On this particular day as I went into the form room to find virtually the whole class gathered around John Smith, a fellow pupil in my form....   [tags: Papers] 702 words
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The Mafia - Personal Narrative - The Mafia - Personal Narrative Mafia. That word, what does it mean. It reminds me of Black Death, cold murder, of pitiless, heartless people who don't understand the meaning of life. Life is another one of those tricky words just like Mafia, yet the words are inevitably associated with each other, although they are different in context. The story which I am going to tell you will give you a view on those heartbreaking words that are indescribeable. My name is Robert Pitino. I am thirteen years old and I once lived on the south coast of Italy, right next to Sicily....   [tags: Papers] 1323 words
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Unreachable Thorn - Personal Narrative - Unreachable Thorn - Personal Narrative I still remember that day so well; it sticks in my mind like an unreachable thorn. Luke was so much stronger that me. I would have given up if it wasn't for him. I remember the rain, pouring from the sky, heavier that the burden in our arms and in our hearts. It was Luke's idea to teach him a lesson for what he did to Claire, but it was me who roughed him up, I was the one who made him fall. Luke said that no one would believe us. He said that everyone would think we killed him for his lunch money....   [tags: Papers] 425 words
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Personal Narrative - Travel Writing - Personal Narrative - Travel Writing I took a final look around my room to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. Feeling depressed, yet eager to go home, I walked out of the room lugging my suitcase behind me, as I carefully closed the door. I entered the elevator sorrowfully. I pressed the button to go to the lobby where I would be able to check out and hand back the key. The door opened and I stepped outside, still dragging my immensely heavy suitcase. I strolled to the reception desk and gave the receptionist the key with the number '319' accurately engraved on the gold key chain....   [tags: Papers] 824 words
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Come With Me - Personal Narrative - Come With Me - Personal Narrative The ring of the phone made my head pound. I covered my ears as I walked towards the phone in a fragile manner. After a long night out in London, the sound of the phone was particularly what I wanted to hear. I scrambled over the edge of the sofa and clumsily grabbed the phone. "Hello?" I said sleepily. "Hi Chrissie, how are you. Feeling any better?" "Oh hi Will, I actually feel terrible, I could do with some fresh air." "Good because I want to take you out somewhere, I haven't seen you for ages!" He was right....   [tags: Papers] 1784 words
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The Big Match - Personal Narrative - The Big Match - Personal Narrative The crowd erupted as the 22 players emerged from the tunnel; each one gunning for victory like the crowd and each player was greeted with an encouraging cheer. Then whilst the players shook hands with the other team, regarded as the enemy, I was left to fantasise about the course of events that might occur over the next 90 minutes of thrilling action. This was the final, placing Champions Of England, Manchester United against the Champions Of Germany, Bayern Munich....   [tags: Papers] 1517 words
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The Dream of Gold - Personal Narrative - The Dream of Gold - Personal Narrative As I dart through "the desert" in the last game of the day, with only a few balls left in my hopper, I can feel the air of crossfire speeding by my body. I dive to the ground, see my opponent and shoot, I cover him in paint, hes out of the game. Paintballing one of the more challenging, stratigic and fun games should definetly be adoped by the Olympics, and will be if people promote the sport. Although it would be an extremely hard process, competing for the glory of gold would be worth every little bit of effort....   [tags: Papers] 766 words
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Adoption - Personal Narrative - Adoption - Personal Narrative My mother was all I had in this world. It has been two weeks and I still refuse to believe she has gone. During my mothers last few weeks, her face totally changed; cancer is such a terrible disease. Why did she have to leave me to cope with all this on my own. It is so messy. Apparently there was a big secret that I would find out. A short while before she passed away, my mother said that I had to read her will and I would find out what it was. Couldn't be half as bad as she was making it out I thought....   [tags: Papers] 648 words
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Regrets - Personal Narrative - Regrets - Personal Narrative My tour of duty or should it be 'tour of hell' was coming to a very welcomed close for myself and my fellow comrades. Getting a slight shrapnel wound was not unwelcome, as it confined me to the field hospital, whittling away a few more days. My stay at the make-shift hospital seemed a lifetime away from the battle as I could only hear the occasional blitz of shell fire echoing in the distance. The frontline must have been a good ten miles away. However, I was experiencing mixed emotions about my absence from the frontline....   [tags: Papers] 1305 words
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My Day - Personal Narrative - My Day - Personal Narrative Its 06:45 and my mobile phone alarm make's the worst noise that you could ever imagine. Using it as an alarm clock is the only thing that it is useful for, the rest of the time it takes all my money off me. All phones do it, and guess who gets in trouble for the bill. Anyway, after I finally find the button to shut the dam thing up, I usually moan till 07:00, about how it is 'too early', and that I should not still have to be going to school. I'm getting bored of wearing the same uniform, and listening to the same squabbles going on from the day before....   [tags: Papers] 1141 words
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