Personal Narrative

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My Story 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. I’ve made some goals that I made in the past that I accomplished and one of them was getting straight A’s in math and i did that in 6th grade. I hang out with friends and family a lot. Some of my hobbies are gaming,sports and sleeping. I like dogs, games, sports. …show more content…

When we arrived there unexpectedly I saw the ocean for my first time in Daytona beach. It made me so happy that we were all together at our first vacation. We had to wait for our hotel key so we drove around and saw a donut shop and we ate breakfast there. We stayed at a hotel called Dream Inn. My favorite activity was crab hunting because catching crabs and letting them go is fun to me..This is my favorite memory because we all had a good time at the

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