How To Write A Personal Narrative Essay

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I was born on October 3, 2000 in Salinas, California. I was born to wonderful immigrant parents who continue to work hard in order for me to have an awesome life. I have three fabulous sisters that I love and sometimes hate. When I was young, I was not able to explore the world outside of East Salinas. Both of my parents were scared to go out of Salinas and they also didn’t have enough time since they had to work in strenuous jobs. I instead created my own world in my backyard with my pets and homemade swing. In my backyard I had chicks and chickens, ducks, a peacock, and a pup named Cassandra. My swing was just a thick lazo that hung over a tree branch; I used a sweater so that I wouldn’t feel the pressure of the lazo when I sat. From kindergarten …show more content…

During my junior year in high school I was informed that for the first year in Alisal they provided us with a program called Worldstrides. Worldstrides is an educational program that gives students an opportunity to travel around the world and learn new things that they aren’t able to experience in real life. I knew that I had to take this opportunity since I had the desire to travel the world outside my hometown knowing that it can finally become true. I registered with some of my friends so that I could have a good time having fun with my them. The day of the trip came and I was excited but also worried because I had never gotten on a plane. I got more nervous because I knew that the flight was going to take 12 hours. I asked one of my friends to tell me when the plane was going through turbulence because I didn’t know what it felt like. During the flight, I was calmed watching a movie when suddenly The plane started shaking, it felt like if I were in a rollercoaster ride but worse because I was not ready for it. I was looking for my friend to ask him what is but he wasn’t there, he was in the restroom. I was so frightened and was trembling so much that I bet I made the plane shake even more. I heard the pilot say in the speakers that we were going through some turbulence. Once it stopped I fell

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