Chuck E Cheese Mascots-Personal Narrative

September 1, 2000 the day I was brought into this world. Probably the best looking baby on the block and everyone wanting to hold me. I was the youngest of three Japhet, Hayden and me. They took care of me quite well and protected me like no other, for I was the only girl out of the three. I had a great childhood as I could remember, having birthday parties, fighting with my brothers, and watching soccer games with the whole family. With me being the only girl it was finally time my mom was able to buy all the dresses, hair accessories, and shoes. Yet once she put any type of hair accessory in my hair I immediately took it off and didn’t let her put it back in. I don’t really remember my infant years but I probably just ate, pooped, cried,

I was a bit younger so I didn’t know what was going on until I got the Chuck E Cheese. Once I got there I was in awe with all the lights flashing before me, and the smell of pizza in the air. Stoked out of my mind I ran to were all my friends were. We played all the machines and tried to get as many tickets for the prize booth. It was finally time to eat, which we were seated right in front of the stage they had with all the mascots. Behold the Chuck E Cheese mascot which was a rat came out and my eyes widen and I started running. Figuring out where to hide, I went under the table. My mom told me to get out from under and that nothing was going to happen to me. Yet I didn’t trust her until I went into a room where some of my aunts, mom, and the mascot were there. Still freaking out the mascot took of its head and behold a human. At that time I didn’t know that someone was inside and my mom tried on the head to show me that everything was going to be okay. Relieved that the human rat wasn’t going to harm me, I went about the party and had a good rest of the day. Yet we never ended up having another party again at Chuck E. Cheese. As I got older I got into new hobbies one of them skateboarding. Japhet and I were walking around the neighborhood and we saw a skateboard just laying around. Nobody was around so we ended up taking it back home. Japhet had recently boughten a skateboard so I used the one we found. Practicing and scraping

I had always been pretty flexible and every year as I was the olympics it intrigued me. The first day I went was all mixed emotions but I was crazy excited. We started off with stretching which made me realize that there were others that had no flexibility in their body whatsoever. The staff was quite impressed on what I was able to do, which made me feel ten times better. Yet I was lacking in the arms for I had “noodle arms.” Pulling up on the bar made my arms wiggle, and was impossible to flip over. Embarrassed that I had no upper body straight made my confidence a zero, until I got to the beam not that was my jam. Right on the first day I was able to do a cartwheel of the 4.1 feet tall beam; now that made my confidence shoot up to a ten. Sore from the first couple of days I got used to it by the second week. After the course was done I had… a six pack and I was around twelve years old. Those classes made me