Personal Narrative
A song marked my world.Those 4 minutes and 15 seconds changed my life. Before I start this song, I want to apologize in anything that I have offended you know that’s hard for me to say my dearest treasure today fulfilling 15 years of being here. That special waltz my father and I danced at my Quinceanera marked me forever. I realized womanhood was here as soon as the song finished. Today I leave my childhood behind and go from being a little girl to a young woman. Is this really happening? Am I ready for this? What’s this feeling that I'm feeling? As that song begins to play, all those beautiful memories - memories of being his little girl, - memories that I will never forget come back.
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From the first time he showed me how to ride a bike, to how to drive a car.
August 10 , 2015 marked my world by completely by many different ways. It all started at 7:30 in the morning with my mother driving me to get my hair and makeup done. It took about 10 hours to have my hair curled and be beautiful or more like 2 hours . After that it took a hour to have my make-up done by a professional makeup artist named Johan. I was literally sitting in the same chair for about 3 hours without being able to move or stand up one bit . After that was all done we headed back home where I had to rush to put my big puffy, pink ,sparkly dress with my sparkly converse shoes. As soon as I was done getting dressed my pink hummer limo arrived at my door step. Me and my court had to pile into the limo so we wouldn't be late to church. All the way there I was thinking about how this special day has finally come. Arriving at church I was a excited but also nervous at the same time. It didn't help that we had to wait 30 minutes to have my church ceremony start. Finally my church ceremony started and my emotions were at all time high. Walking down
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After my ceremony was done my court and I piled into my limo and headed to Gerald R Ford Museum to have my pictures taken. I was so blessed that I was able to enjoy that time with my court the people I care about the most. Pictures were all done and we headed to the Barry County Expo Center were my reception was going to be held at. Arriving at my reception it was packed with all my family and friends who came to celebrate this special day with me. Later It was time to start my dances that I had practiced for over a two months. A song marked my world.Those 4 minutes and 15 seconds changed my life. Before I start this song, I want to apologize in anything that I have offended you know that’s hard for me to say my dearest treasure today fulfilling 15 years of being here. That special waltz my father and I danced at my Quinceanera marked me forever. I realized womanhood was here as soon as the song finished. Today I leave my childhood behind and go from being a little girl to a young woman. Is this really happening? Am I ready for this? What’s this feeling that I'm feeling? As that song begins to play, all those beautiful memories - memories of being his little girl, - memories
Life passes by before you know it. Everyone is born into this world, lives their life, and passes on. Time moves so quickly that many people don’t stop and appreciate what they have. In Tim McGraw’s “My Little Girl”, he focuses on the emotional aspect of a father watching his daughter grow up and appreciating that time. The bond between a child and their parents is one of the most important gifts that God can offer, but most of the time people neglect it. Although, during memorable events such as graduations, weddings, births, etc. families are able to come together and make memories. The song “My Little Girl” speaks for every father and what he thinks during special events in his daughter's life. Through this song it creates
I clearly remember being woken up by Ma at five-thirty in the morning so I could take a shower and proceed to getting ready. Several hours later, after having my hair and makeup finished, and having put on the dress, we were ready to head out. I didn’t dare catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror until I was ready to leave, and I remember feeling something cold run swiftly down my spine as I stared into the reflection of a girl I could hardly recognize. Still astounded by that encounter, we walked to our local temple for a brief ceremony before heading to “La Hacienda”, where family and friends were already waiting for us. The moment I stepped into the vivid garden of the venue, the world around me came to an abrupt stop. I inhaled the fresh floral scent that completely filled my lungs, and what was left of my consciousness could only distinguish specks of silver and purple from the decorations. When I returned from the trance, I was welcomed by the clapping hands of our guests as the banda played “Las Mañanitas”. We steadily walked over to our table and after getting set up we made a toast and proceeded to having our meals. This was just the beginning of a very long day, as later on in the evening we would begin the dance, which was very special to me in many
Damn one-hit-wonder-from-the-eighties-past music. I remind myself he is gone, and I have tried to grieve; it is time to move on. It has been fourteen years since middle school and eight months since he did it, and it is still right there. He is no longer here, but it doesn’t prevent me from feeling my love for him. I remember, and it stings because I cannot comfort myself with the idea that he is somewhere remembering the same shared memories I am thinking. I cannot comfort myself with the idea that he might sometimes still think of me. I can’t and don’t wonder if he is happy, or if he remembers how happy we were together a...
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
How would I feel I someone I loved died? It is not a question that most people ask themselves frequently, but it is one that often comes up when they read or hear about a notable person that has passed or was killed, or even just a news story about a woman who lost her son. I had the unfortunate experience of discovering what that felt like firsthand.
Ever since I was a small child, I have loved music. The strong, steady beats, the
Music is one of the most fantastical forms of entertainment. Its history stretches all the way from the primitive polyrhythmic drums in Africa to our modern day pop music we listen to on our phones. It has the ability to amaze us, to capture our attention and leave us in awe. It soothes the hearts of billions, and it is so deeply rooted in my life that it has touched my heart as well. Everyday I walk to the beat of the song stuck in my head and hum along to the melody. For me, to listen to music be lifted into the air by the hands of your imagination and float around for a while. You forget about your worries, your troubles and find peace within the sound. Every chapter in my life is attached with a song. Every time I listen to a certain song, thoughts of my past come flooding back
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
When Selena’s voice sighed, "And I still can’t believe that you came up to me and said I love you," she was consoling hearts, letting them know that love does come true. To the listeners that do not have someone in their heart, "Dreaming of You" is a beautiful song that still touches the senses. Music can move a person in incredible ways, whether by healing, inspiring, saddening, or even angering. But when a song touches in a positive way, it imprints a lasting memory of itself in the heart and soul.
Every since I can remember I have liked to watch movies, I would never watch a scary
There was no lawn, but there were four flower planters. The house was painted all white, with the exception of the front door that was painted light green. My grandfather was still young, strong, and full of life, he always had time to play with his grandchildren. Every Sunday he would take us to the park, would buy us ice cream, and take us to Sunday mass. On the day when this picture was taken, we were celebrating my 10th birthday, and I was dancing with my grandfather. I cannot remember the song, but I do remember what he told me while dancing slowly. He said “My little girl” how he used to call me,” in five years you won’t be a little girl, you will become a young lady.” At that moment I could not understand what he meant, but in my mind I was saying “grandpa I will always be your little girl.” While dancing, he made me a promise, “My little girl on your 15th birthday, I will dance the first song with you.” Who would know that he was going to die on my 15th birthday year, he passed away on June 21th, 1987 on Father’s Day. He left me with so many beautiful memories, but the most important was my first dance on my 10th birthday. On the night before my 15th birthday, I went to bed around 10 p.m. I was feeling depressed, because I was only thinking of the promise that my grandfather had made in the past. A promise that in my mind was not going to
It’s about 7:45 P.M. April 15, 2015. Jasmine is calling my name asking if I’m ready to go. As I’m trying to put all the loose ends together, I think I’m ready. My hair is done in a curly up do with a thin white braided hair band, makeup rushed but it will do, and I’m wearing a knee length white dress. Just a simple white dress, form fitting, made from a linen type of material. My stomach is turning and twisting. As my mind is racing we make way to the park. Jasmine seems to be more eager than I am. As we arrive to the park my legs are a trembling mess. I feel like my mind is in a state of chaos. As I feel my chest pumping harder and harder, it feels tighter and tighter. This day will mark a very important day for the rest of my life. Today is the day I marry my husband. On this day my family becomes one.
It was on a Friday morning at 4:30 A.M. that happiness and joy filled the hearts of both my parents. I was born on November 29, 1996 at Broward General Hospital in Fort Lauderdale Florida. My parents had five children, and among the five children that they had, I was the third (or middle) child from them. It started off as two boys, then I came along as the first girl, after it was another boy, then finally, another baby girl; so total was three boys and two girls. The way that my parents lived and treated each other was the same as if any other married couple that loved each other so much. They’ve gone through a lot to get to where they are now today, but they made it and along the way had us five children. They have been really strong with each other which made them only have the five of us and no other step children. My mom is a great cook and enjoy cooking for us; this is probably where my passion for culinary comes from. My dad is an amazing tailor, he is very good at making our clothes, and my passion for fashion probably came from him. My dad is also a teacher, one of the best math teacher I know, he is passionate about his job and his family is the center of his universe. I cannot finish this chapter without mentioning my grandmother, I was lucky enough to have ever met. I had spent part of my life time with her, like the rest of the family she is sweet, my grandmother Abelus,
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were
I opened my eyes at around 9:00 a.m.; I could not imagine that today was my graduation day. I was so excited to get ready for the day I had dreamt of for twelve years. I called my cousin Sandra to remind her to do my makeup because she is a makeup artist. I told her that I needed it to be flawless because I wanted this day to be complete in everyway. I took a shower to get ready for the hair salon because I was going to dye my hair red for the first time. I wanted a simple hairstyle; straight on top with curls at the bottom.