Personal Narrative Entering through the doors, I gazed around. It wasn't how I remembered
it, I now felt like a stranger, an impostor. It was the same but it
felt so distant. I had returned to the worry-free days of primary
school. On my right, were the stairs I tumbled down. I was rushed to
hospital, my head hurt. The whole of my class went very quiet, I
didn't understand why because it was break time, but now just a normal
staircase draped with a new carpet of the most unreceptive peach,
stared back at me. I continued to walk forward but a train of jumping
five year olds crossed the corridor distractedly. The teachers were
new; the pupils were new, only I knew what the school had been like in
my unperturbed years there. Finally able to cross, I advanced into the
playground. The door, which had once tested all my muscles to open it,
now flung open with a mere touch of a finger. I stepped down,
disbelieving of what lay in front of me. What had once seemed so large
was now no bigger than my patio. Bombarded by memories flooding back
to me, I walked around. The ground was now a green tarmac. It was once
grey and gravely and it used to hurt whenever I fell over; like the
time that jenny and I spun around as fast as we could ten times and
the ran to the other wall of the play ground (which I now saw was not
very far). But Little Maxi was in my way so I bumped into him, he hurt
crossed the parking lot to the north entrance, the same as always. That put them in the toy
Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer
It was like I was in a different universe. The streets were congested with cars, the air was full of smoke, and nothing was in English. I did not know where to begin my adjustment process.
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
Today i will be writing a personal narrative about an incident that changed my life. I will be talking about the time I flew over 3,000 miles to Alaska. Around the beginning of last summer my grandparents told me I was going to be going to Alaska on a cruise. In early June of last year was probably one of scariest moments of my life! I flew on a plane for the first time. The day of the flight was pretty scary; between being in an airport and going through security to actually flying on a plane! Once we got in the air I was able to relax and actually enjoy the flight. Being in the clouds and being able to look out over the earth was amazing. i'm glad i could have the experience of being on a plane with my family. We flew into Seattle which was fun because we went shopping and went to a really nice restaurant and then boarded a cruise ship that would take us through Alaska.
In the year of 2010 around 11:00AM on a bright and sunny summer morning and not a cloud in the sky, you could hear birds chirping and feel the wind blowing, I was planning on swimming in my clear heated pool in my backyard with colorful lights on the inside, it was planned to be the perfect day. Little did I know I was not going to be the only one swimming.
I open my eyes on a sandy beach, wet, damp and hurt. I slowly push myself off the ground and look around myself. The sun is hot and I am parched. The only thing I have with me is my backpack, which only has gum, crackers, books and my handheld video game. I look next to my brother on the sand, probably in the same boat as me. My name is Joseph Oscar and I am stranded.
Growing up, my parents owned and operated a successful small business. As crafting trends changed and scrapbooking went online, they were forced to file bankruptcy – both personal and business – in 2013. I was just starting high school and realized the repercussions this would cause on my plan. I have always planned on pursuing higher education and realized that any hope of financial support from my parents was dismal. I poured myself into school, finding a new motivation in the realization that great grades would lead to scholarships. I found a new job as a night manager at a local grocery store. That job benefited my family in multiple ways as it provided me with a steady income – meager, but consistent- and helped with food insecurities
Do you have a interesting story about something that has happened to you? Well, I sure have one. This event may be enjoyable for you, but it definitely was not for me! This event is the most scary thing that has happened to me. I never thought this scary incident would give me a good lesson.
As I stepped outside, the moisture of the air clung to my body and I was surrounded by forests of palm trees and tropical scents. Words couldn 't describe how beyond beautiful this place was.
Although life has hit me with many twists and turns on the road to success I'm still in the past thanks to family. I’m a family of three which includes my mother Eniola and my sister Bridget. My family is a big part of my life.At a very young age, my mother made sure I knew my heritage and where I come from. She taught me the languages, the traditions, etc for the last 17 years of my life.
I sat and waited for the bell. Overwhelmed with all the homework I had, I almost didn’t want to leave. Watching Tony Rusher and his possy plan for mischief night was getting boring, so I started to daydream. In the blink of an eye, everyone was gone. I guess I just had gotten used to the bell. I grabbed my stuff, I headed out the door. A minute or two must have gone by, because I was one of the only people left in the hall, and they were playing that annoying song.
I was only 15 years old; imagine a little boy in a huge and beautiful city without parents, without family. A boy who thought he was alone in the world. Now, in the year 2021, I know I’m not alone. I choose to stay in Lima and this is why and how Lima grew until this year, 2021.
I often find myself busy outside school. Sometimes I wonder if other people are to. I participate in many things. Also I enjoy hanging out with my friend. My days outside school are pretty entertaining and in my own way busy.
I slowly walked across the hall, holding on to the beige, smooth wall. The ceiling’s cracks keep getting bigger and bigger. Mini earthquakes