Personal Narrative Essay: The Positive Aspects Of Urban Life

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It was an ordinary day on a frosty January morning in 1805. A soft, white blanket of snow covered the peaceful city streets. The sun was not up yet, and the birds had not started singing their cheery morning songs. The Jones’s household, or should I say the Jones’ single room in a tenement, was tranquil. However, that would not last long, as it was 5:15 in the morning, and our family’s jobs started at six. I rolled over on the hard floor with a slight thump. It was too early, so I curled back up in the blanket and felt some extra material. This meant that Mom was already up since her and I shared a blanket. I rubbed my eyes and drowsily looked around the room. I did not see Dad, but he left early today so he could get a head start on his work in …show more content…

We joined the Church of England, which meant I started Sunday school! When we lived in the country, I could not go to school because the closest one was five miles away, and my parents needed my help with the farm and our domestic textile business. We also could not attend church since we lived in a rural area. My parents read the Bible to me each Sunday, but that was as close as we got to church. That all changed when we came to Bristol, however. We joined the Church of England just like everyone else in our neighborhood, and we discovered that some of the middle class women of the church taught classes all day on Sunday. Ever since then, to this day, I attend Sunday school at our local church. I am the oldest one in the class by about six years, but I do not care. I love learning and immersing myself in a world of knowledge, even if it is just once a week! They teach us basic reading and writing, proper Christian morals and manners, and Bible stories and songs. While my childhood consisted of all work and little, if any, play, I finally felt as though I was gaining part of my innocent years

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