Personal Narrative

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It is something about the holiday season that I start to reminisce back to my childhood. Most likely because of all the many festivities, I was forced to go to as a kid. I hated attending these gatherings. As a child, you could describe me best as a “home body”. At every Thanksgiving I sat in the back corner of my Aunt Tammy’s house and watched as my cousins played and the adults spoke about their past and present lives. Now that I look back, I wish I would have made the most out of these moments, but all I could do is impatiently waiting to indulge in all the delicious holiday food. I will never forget the Thanksgiving back in 2010. It was the last one before my Aunt’s husband, Floyd, passed away. My mom always contributed to the feast by

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Mere words can't describe how happy I was to cook. Tea cakes, sweet potato pie, honey glazed pound cake, Roasted turkey and leafy greens. I get to Make them all. Of course since I'm a spoiled brat I had to get my hair ready with my apron. Then and only then will I be able to cook. We were in the kitchen all day. You could just. Smell the richness of the turkey. I could almost taste the silky cream sweet potato pie. It would make your mouth water . Halfway through cooking Most of our family was already here (They were going to sleep the night) They pitched in to help, without them we would’ve been cooking through Thanksgiving.
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Personal Narrative- Eventful Thanksgiving
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The crisp, cool, and cinnamon air filled the morning of Thanksgiving in 1987. Although I was only two years and eleven months old, I remember the scratchy, fuzzy, purple- footed pajamas that I was wearing that morning. After I woke up, I "helped" my mom make her famous orange- cranberry relish, got dressed in my cream sweater dotted with cherries and my navy pleated skirt, topped off with my favorite cream fuzz- warn tights, and before I knew it we were out the door to my grandmother's house. After an early dinner with my grandparents, mom, and dad, my grandfather and dad left to catch the Dallas Cowboys Thanksgiving Day football game, leaving the rest of us to find entertainment of our own.
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Pawpaw Research Paper
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Halloween Informative Speech
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Cultural Values and Norms of Americans: Thanksgiving
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Personal Narrative
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SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
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personal narrative
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Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
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Christmas of 2005 will forever be my favorite memory. 2005 was the year my grandma came to visit us. The reason she did was because of her husband, Bartolo, was getting violent with her. Bartolo was never involved as a parent. Leaving my grandma, Rachel, to take care of eight children. She did an amazing job though. Three woman, including my mom, and five men, three of which are now lawyers. Bartolo was and probably still is an alcoholic,
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Personal Narrative
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Narrative Essay About Thanksgiving
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When Halloween is over, most people get excited about Christmas, but for me, I get excited about Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is one of the best times of the year for me, I get to talk to my family and eat my grandmother’s amazing turkey, but the leftovers take the real prize. My parents always take
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Thanksgiving Love Letter
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Personal Narrative
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Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer
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Different Ways We Lie
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The whole family would cook their own specialty. My mother’s best dishes are pernil, arroz con guandu, y ensalada de coditos which, means pork leg, rice and pigeon peas, and macaroni salad in Spanish. My family always looks forward to every thanksgiving just because of my mother’s cooking. Last Thanksgiving was different from every other thanksgiving, my mother was sick so she couldn’t cook her specialties. Instead of my mother making her famous dishes, my aunt was in charge of making them.
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Personal Narrative
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My full name is Zachary Randall Durbin and when I wasn’t born yet my mom was going to name me Mathew. I don’t like that name because it doesn’t seem like it would fit me. Luckily my Uncle came to town 2 days before I was born and I’m not sure what he did to convince my mom of agreeing with the name Zach. I love my uncle for that. Well when I was 3 years old my real I got my name from my uncle because my mom wanted me to be Matthew but thanks to my uncle I have the name that seems to fit me the most.
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Personal Narrative- Most Memorable Christmas
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Finally, we arrived at our destination. I left the car leaving my parents and little brother behind and ran up the steps to my grandma’s house. I just had to be the first one to knock on her door, so I did. She opened the door for me, and I went inside parting with the bitter cold and darkness surrounding me. Inside the house I was immediately encircled with the aromas of her Christmas cooking and baking. A real fresh Christmas tree which was already beautifully adorned with old family ornaments perforated the air with more holiday aromas. I went into the kitchen with my mom, and together we helped my grandma finish preparing the Christmas Eve dinner.
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