Personal Narrative-Humorous Day

It was one of those lovely spring days in May. With all those spring mornings that would be coming his way Michael would bear witness to many of them. But there was a reason why he specifically chose this day, for he hid away a memory in his subconscious. Saturday.....yes, it was a Saturday. His mother would not have asked him for his help unless it had been a Saturday. Michael had been coming up the stairs when she summoned him. Her voice seemed rather stern, not unfriendly just sort of serious. “Mike, come here and give me a hand will you? Help me make these beds, I don’t know where your sisters are.” Before she could say another word Mike was standing opposite her. “Okay let’s have the first one.” Without a word, the bottom sheet flew in his direction. He immediately tucked it in and smoothed it out and swiftly shoved the top half under the mattress. “You’re pretty fast this morning young man....now make it right.” “I

Well, he was of the stuff of which this country is made. You talk about heroes!! You ‘ve heard of the Battle of Bunker Hill?” They had indeed. “Well, there was a battle fought there....actually it was fought on Breeds Hill, right next to Bunker, because Prescott claimed that he could put up a better defensive battle, fighting on the smaller of the two hills. Anyway, here come the British, hundreds of them with bayonets at the ready, but the Americans sent them reeling back with volleys of musket balls. The thing of it was that kind of fire power depleted the American stock pile of ammo but that didn’t stop the British. And once more they charged…In fact the red coats went up that hill here times The Yankees held their fire momentarily, and then heard above the din and roar of battle the shouting voice of Colonel William Prescott, “Don’t fire until you see the white of their eyes!!” Carol and Michael sat there on the bed, enthralled by the