This is all about me…. One thing I am terrified about is running on gravel. The reason being that last mother’s day we were up climbing the Manitou Incline. After dieing up the mountain I decided that I had the energy to start to run down the mountain when we were about three miles from the parking lot I hit a small tiny rock and went flying. When I got up my pants were ripped and my legs hurt so bad. I looked at my elbow that was killing me and I saw blood dripping down my arm. We had to climb down the last three miles. When we hit the parking lot there were some people there and one of them was a nurse. She cleaned my elbow. When I looked at it I almost passed out. It was really deep. That hurt so bad I could not write for days my hands hurt so …show more content…
(This is why I do not like answering personal questions) When I was in kindergarten my parents got divorced. The only thing about that that I remember is that the day after my mom moved out my stepmom was always around. She cared so much about us. I change houses every Monday.My parents can’t be in the same room without yelling at each other (unless it is about my brother or I). My mom is a recovering alcoholic. If I have bad days there is nothing I like more than to lose myself in the world of fantasy. I love music and books they take me away from reality. Sometimes I need that. My dreams for the future are big. I want to be a supreme court justice. I want to go to college and law school both at University Of Michigan. I want to live in Michigan and have 1-2 horses. Mabey 1-2 kids. I don’t want to have a husband or kids until I have a nice steady job as a lawyer. I need to be a good parent I don’t want to be anything like either of my parents because they both have flaws but they both have their strengths. I have big dreams and they mean a lot to me. I also really want to be active with my life. I love to swim, bike, and run. I love being with my family and my
Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer
Leaving the bodies for last we walked down the drive to take a look. Several rifles and shotguns were leaned carefully again the big oak. Two handguns and some knives were on the grass in front of them. Four people dangled from a branch of the tree close enough to each other to bump like a weird wind chime. A young couple and the other twice their age at a guess from the gray hair and styles of dress. They were probably parents and a married son or daughter with their spouse. Other than being hung there were no injuries apparent on any of the four. From the condition of the bodies they had been dead about a day.
It was all fun and games until we heard the sirens. We went to the cops terrified that we were in so much trouble but we didn't know why, once the police told us we did nothing wrong, we all learned a very important lesson. Ask for permission before you do things. It was a bright sunny summer day in August and my friends and I went down to CMH high school to play football. Me and my friend were captains and we picked out teams. A couple of touchdowns later we heard the sirens “Wee-Woo Wee-Woo”,we were scared out of our minds.
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.
My summer was completely over. I love my grandma and everything, but she had just ruined what I had been looking forward to the ENTIRE year.
Religion has always been confusing for me when regarding myself and my family. Everyone around me had their own or didn’t have one at all. My grandparents were catholic and taught their six kids in a catholic mindset. All my aunts and uncles got baptized, went to church every Sunday, and read the bible. Once they got older they stopped going though. I don’t think any of them even stills believes in god anymore. Then there’s my sister, Julie, who was raised catholic in her younger years. Her grandparents would take her to church and Sunday school and even wanted to get her baptized as a baby. My mom said no though so she wasn’t. When Julie was in Elementary School her grandmother sent her to a religious camp. I didn’t have to go though because
Typically, the drive home would have taken two hours. We were seven hours in. The snow was blowing sideways– I was practically blind.
Here we are, 13 years old me. It was summer, in 2017. My friend Bryan and I were going into eighth grade, and starting to look at relationships more seriously. Bryan wasn’t really into them at this point, so when a girl started to like him, he didn’t care. We met this girl named Krista, from other friends. She was 5’3”, pale, funny, and caring. Krista immediately went after Bryan, doing whatever she could to make him happy. Bryan finally had to tell her how he actually felt. After doing so, she came to me. Looking for comfort, in which I gave her. We both started to catch feelings after talking for a week or so. Then one night, everything changed. She was mine, and I was hers. We had gone to Panera for a “first date” and we had a blast. We sat next to each other, I had my hand around her and her head was on my shoulder. I don’t think I had ever been so happy in my whole life. All I could think was, how did I, pale, short, athletic, and crazy, get a girl like that.
Previously, When I got home I saw my brothers and sisters running and screaming, I thought they were just excited to see me. When I went inside I saw all our stuff packed in cardboard boxes.
I looked at the tickets in my hand, and then imagined the smile on Joshua’s face as I handed him a new guitar. I quickly put the tickets up for sale on the internet, and in less than five minutes I had an offer. A girl messaged me and said that she would give me $20 more than asking price. The girl and I met at the local music store, and she gave me the $200, and I grudgingly handed over my two BTS concert tickets. The girl thanked me and walked away as quickly as a cheetah, like if she didn’t I would change my mind and take the tickets back. I finally walked in the music shop, and I looked around at all the guitars before finding one that was blue and black, two of his favorite colors. The guitar jumped down from the shelf and into
This is a personal story to me, to understand this story we will have to start at from beginning. I hope you enjoy this story and it is both entertaining and heartwarming to you as I am sharing a personal event in my life. Join me on this journey of discovery as I unveil one of the darker mysteries in my life.
As a child, I never even fathomed getting a real, paycheck granting job. The mere thought that I would have to do this someday overwhelmed me. At times I wondered if I could just stick with my $15.00 weekly allowance for mowing the lawn and washing the dishes for the rest of my life. I always figured that I would just stay young forever and never evolve into such a money hungry teenager.
I tilted my head up,my eyes turned wide. When I had looked up, I saw all these new faces and My brain was on overload. I suddenly see a face that I recognize. Our eyes locked immediately. Footsteps clack until they reach me. It's an old elementary friend. We walk around trying to figure out where our classes are. I found my first period. She wishes me luck and walked off. I walk in. I could hear my heart racing in my ear.....
Making a life plan is like a flight plan and being a pilot. The pilot continuously has to correct for certain conditions that has gotten the plane off course. Without a plan the plane and pilot would be taken by the winds and weather never reaching their destination. (Boss, 2014). Having big dreams are a way for people to set life goals for themselves and point them into the right direction. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a doctor. I always knew I was going to be in the medical field. Although my plan is not to become a doctor, my dreams put me in the direction I needed and led me to want to become a Physician’s Assistant.
So think about it, do you have a dream? It does not matter how big or how small. Whether it is as small as getting an A on the test in your next period or becoming a doctor it is still your dream. Your dream is obtainable. As Brian Littrell once said, “Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.” Keep that sound track on the side of you so it will help you get through huge obstacles in life. So Remember chase your dream and give it all you got because I know I