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“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.” (Harper Lee – To Kill a Mockingbird) Reading, running to the public library, and swapping out books before the library closed at 5 o’clock on Sundays were memories of my childhood that I fondly recall. Whether depicting the ingenious ploys of Harry Potter or Frodo’s perilous journey up the Stairs of Cirith Ungol, reading has encouraged me to live vibrantly and to search for my own adventures. Every moment of respite was an opportunity to read the next chapter, and although I could not understand my love of books, I always read, gobbling up fiction and kid-friendly encyclopedias like a hog with a bottomless stomach. In seventh grade, I was given a book written
Ever since I was a child, I've never liked reading. Every time I was told to read, I would just sleep or do something else instead. In "A Love Affair with Books" by Bernadete Piassa tells a story about her passion for reading books. Piassa demonstrates how reading books has influenced her life. Reading her story has given me a different perspective on books. It has showed me that not only are they words written on paper, they are also feelings and expressions.
My dad taught me that books could be my teachers, my mom taught me that our backyard could be my classroom, and my sister showed me that you could bring books into the swimming pool. I did not know it when I would spend hours in the pool reading a book that my parents weren’t encouraging it in vain, but my family life, for good reason, was centered on books. We were the planets orbiting around one sun that was the bookshelf. Little did I know that books would be the catalyst to academic success in my early life, and I owe it all to my family. Although a life with a book in your nose might seem boring, I was never bored. Living through the characters vicariously, I explored Narnia with Lucy, attended Hogwarts with Harry, and rode dragons with Eragon. Of course
Before reading Harry Potter, I very rarely read for pleasure. I found reading boring, almost old fashioned. My frame of mind more readily paralleled Danny Divito in the movie Matlida, who says that “[t]here's nothing you can get from a book that you can't get from a television faster.” While my view of reading as a child could be summed up in that quote, everything changed when I was introduced to Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. I can remember to this day when my Dad began reading Harry Potter to me, and how I did not understand just how much this book would change me. Harry Potter and his world of wizardry became my own personal Shangri-La, my escape, my own world. Anytime I wanted, I could ascend to a world of fantasy and explore the depths of my own imagination in a way that I had never been capable of doing before. I became obsessed with the book, reading it before, during, and after sc...
When my sisters asked why the pack lived at a different place mom just said that the den was only for pups being born. It is also used as a way to raise the pups, until they are strong enough to live with the pack. Mom then led us to where the pack was staying and we met all of the other wolves (Wolf). There was one wolf that looked like he was hanging back from the others. Mom said that he was the lowest in the pack because he was different from us and he was also weaker. When I asked how he was different mom told us that he came from the humans and that one of his parents was in a human’s pack. Mom told us not to worry about him hurting us because he knows better.
My name in is Sanger Rainsford and I am applying to work at the anti-hunting support group for animals, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA). I have the passion to advocate for those animals that are hunted on a daily basis by humans. Animals don't have the voice to say their feelings, so I will. I am able to understand first hand both the hunter and the hunted’s perspectives.I am able to see both sides because I was a hunter, I loved it in fact. But, I was also hunted. And I hated being the hunted.
Sunday mornings used to consist of lethargic snuggling underneath oversized thermal blankets while binge-watching Netflix for hours with family. Weekends were my favorite because it was the one time during the week I was able to laze in the comforting presence of my mother whom I rarely encountered because of her hectic work schedule. Since my parents divorced when I was only about five years old, I was raised by a hard-working single mother for the majority of my life, 2,614 miles away from my estranged father whom I rarely talk to except on birthdays and national holidays. Not only did my mother have to balance supporting me, but also my grandfather in the Philippines who was in critical condition after his third stroke in May of last year. My aunts and uncles could not cover the medical expenses on their own, so my mother invested as much as she could for the sake of her father. The distress and devastation my mother
5-7. It was the quarter finals at the Mississippi State Championships for individual singles, and I had just lost the first set.
I didn’t honestly know how my high school experience was going to go. I just hoped I would do good but I’ll be honest, I was excited to get to go back to school with my sister again. When it was the first day of freshman year for me I hung out with my sister in the band hallway and I remember like all of the seniors going through the hallway next to us yelling, “we hate freshman” and spraying kids with silly string and condomes filled with pee; I never got sprayed. My freshman year was fun I went to my first homecoming with my sister and it was great! After the first semester we moved to Sullivan Missouri which was a big difference but a good one.
A little over four years ago my younger sister became very ill almost overnight. She has always been a very active athletic playing every sport imaginable. What seemed to surely be a virus soon proved to be much bigger. The doctors were perplexed and seemed to be almost guessing. Everything from a brain lesion to the C word cancer was given as options. Doctors would receive a referral and want to see her as she was a barely watching question mark. 53 doctors to date have evaluated my sister and that number might be a little low.
I spent my sixteenth birthday paralyzed, wondering if I would have to crawl to the bathroom.
A word which best describes me is learn which means someone that uses resources to gain knowledge of a certain topic or thing. The LNC motto is “Learn, Lead,, and Serve” which relates to learning because our school teaches us all about life and how to succeed. How we succeed is by learning and understanding what it takes to reach our goals in life.
Way back when I was in second grade my dad was diagnosed with a nearly incurable type of cancer. At the time I wasn't aware of how bad it was, I just knew that if it wasn't cured he would die. His fight lasted over a year but when I started third grade he lost the battle. When I was younger the thought that I might lose my dad had never crossed my mind. I can honestly say that I took what I had for granted, thinking I’d have him for many years to come. Due to this experience I believe that people should appreciate what they have while they still have it.
I was raised in a strict environment. Most of the time, my mother was at work and I was forced to withstand my grandmother. She saw me as an adolescent at such a young age and treated me like one. That is where my innocence was removed. Luckily, I had school. I was pretty dumb, both academically and emotionally. I was not a social person. I was a kid from Austin and I was new to the people and community. The community was neither bad or good. It seemed like a regular place as no other. Being a person that was blamed for nearly everything, I didn’t speak much. I didn’t socialize often. Eventually, I met my best friend. He understood my situation and we liked games. He actually opened my eyes to the world of gaming. Eventually, I made a few
Do you ever think on new years eve “This year is going to be great!” But then it ends up terrible? Well I can relate to that. In 2016, I experienced failure. Failure in myself. I never expected to let myself down so bad. Let me start with why i experienced failure or how certain situations led me to failure. 2016 was the year when i lost many people to death and thought it was the most amazing idea to give up. 3 days into 2016 and i lost my uncle. 2 months later i lost my grandma that i haven’t seen ever since i was 4-5 because she lived in el salvador. Oh wait, then i thought my grandmas death would’ve been the last one i would have to go through for a while. But no, i lost my brother 6 months after due to an “accidental” shooting. I loved all of them and never wanted
Believe it or not i actually have helped somebody. It was in the summer of 2013 ,and he was one of my best friend’s up until i moved to piedmont. We did almost everything together there would be days that’d go by because i’d be over at his house or vise versa. We decided to to get our motorcycle license a month after we both turned 14. After we got them all we had so much fun with them.