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My personal narratives about childhood
My personal narratives about childhood
My personal narratives about childhood
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First Grade So, it was a nice and sunny day at Lakeview Elementary School. It was lunch time and all of the kids were outside playing on the playground. I was playing a game of tag with quite a few friends. Things went well for the first few minutes. Everyone was having a good time laughing and tagging everyone. Then things got heated. One friend at the time, Josh Randall, pushed my other friend, John Hill, to the ground. Boy was I fired up. I ran at him with a full head of steam and planted Josh right on the ground. After the hit I helped up my good buddy John. About a second after he was on his feet Josh came out of nowhere and planted his knee right into my testicles, and before I knew it I was on the ground hunched over in pain.
I consider myself to be a hard worker when I study and work, who honestly loves school. My favorite classes of 8th grade are honors geometry AB, Investigation and Science & IED. I love these classes because when I solve problems experiment it feels like it's a big puzzle that is in need to be put together and I'm a person who likes to figure things out. I believe that my interactions in these classes are to be a cooperative learner and I participate in the class or group discussions. A description of myself when I work is that I am a very fast learner, so when it comes to doing independent project or tests, I finish very fast so I have a really large amount of time to check over and fix simple mistakes. Although, when I am working with my peer
Throughout my life, I had always received recognition for being very agile and quick. My first day of Middle School consisted of the track and field coach attempting to persuade me to join the school’s athletics program. I had previously never been apart of an athletics team, and was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. Throughout my three years of middle school, I was the one consistent member of the school’s track and field team and had an overall successful personal record. Coaches from opposing school would praise me leaving me feeling very confident about myself.
He started to make fun of me, everyone on the bus laughed as if what he was doing was funny. As if he was doing the right thing. It got worse, he forced himself by me and took my stuffing and rammed it onto my lap leaving it in a horrid condition. So many dents; my stuffing went from a neat aluminum pan to a monstrosity that looked like it belonged in the trash. Tears began to well in my eyes and I had that choking feeling in my throat. I wanted to cry. All the laughter and whispers “What school does she go to?” or “This is funny.” made me feel humiliated, stupid, and alone. When the bus finally stopped at 50th and Parkside, I waited for all the cackling students to exit the bus and then followed with my dented aluminum pan of stuffing and my head held low, suppressing the
If you knew me in the sixth grade you would have loved me. I was extremely popular but not for sports or anything cool i was just extremely bad. Everyone found my behavior funny. I wanted to keep everyone laughing and keep building my reputation because wanted to be known by everyone. I hated the things that did but i never forgot to love myself.
When I was a young child I suffered from dyslexia. During my first few years of elementary school reading and writing seemed unattainable. I would write letters and numbers backwards especially s, 3, and e. I couldn’t even spell my whole name correctly and to this day I still don’t know my right hand from my left hand unless I am holding my pencil. In first grade when we broke into smaller groups for reading based on our reading level I felt so devastated and degraded to be put in the lowest level group, I recall the short books we read were half actual words and half pictures so if it said “the cat” for example it would have the word the and a tiny picture of a cat. I felt extremely envious to see so many kids my age who were light years beyond me with reading and writing. Despite my struggles I kept reading, I so desperately desired to read a book by myself without help. As I continued to read with the help of my teachers and my grandparents. I slowly continued to improve, and was able to read increasingly difficult books.
Riley tackled the jock, revealing the identity of the other kid; it was Keith. Riley mounted the jock and started wailing on his face, Riley was tall, 6,4 to be exact, which restricted the jock from pushing him off. The jock was screaming and crying, his face was a bloody mess. Riley had an evil frown on his face while unleashing the flurry punches on the guy. Not long after this, teachers started pouring into the crowd and pulling Riley off the jock, I looked around for Keith but couldn't find him no where. The kids left and sat at their tables. Riley and the jock were dragged out of the lunchroom by the teachers, since all of my friends were no where in sight, I decided to skip school. I went to the spot me and the guys always hang out at, It's an abandoned bridge in the woods, we always smoke and drink there, and talk about how much we hate ourselves and how much we hate others. When I got there I encountered Keith, he was wiping blood off his face and having a smoke, cursing under his breath. I walk up to him and make conversation. "Hey man, are you okay? It looked pretty bad out there". "Nah man, I'm fine. The fucker got in my face and started talking major trash, I didn't even say a fucking
My senior year of softball was ending; following the end of the season nominations for homecoming court were due. Out of the four seniors my team nominated me allowing with Tyler Jackson to represent softball. Crossings Christian School has a tradition of a mock homecoming court showcase were a special handshake is performed. Tyler and I spent many hours practicing our handshake. In the handshake was a mock lightsaber battle, me standing on top of him as if he was a surfboard, leap frog, and a mock slap in the face for Tyler. While we performed this in front of the entire high school, I had accidentally slapped Tyler in the face. Towards the end of that day, the actually homecoming court presentation would be showcased. The event
I had passed through almost all three years of my middle school life and had done absolutely nothing to remember my last year there. The 7th-period bell had rung and I was on my way to my p.e class just keeping to myself as I speed walked all the way across campus to the boys' locker room. After rushing to get my uniform on I once again speed walked over to my roll call spot and stood there patiently waiting for the teacher to arrive. As I was waiting I noticed that something was different in fact, because there were two large wrestling mats laid out across the floors of the gymnasium. The coaches said, “ for the next three weeks we will be doing an intro into wrestling.” I leaned over to my friend and whispered, “ is he actually serious
The time I was in the third grade, was 2008. I lived in East of Portland at a foster home where my Mom and Aunt take care of elder people. I always play around outside riding bikes, playing in the backyard with sticks, and playing video games on my PS2 or on the computer. School was very easy for me because I had been assigned easy homework by my special ED teacher. I didn’t worry much about school until my teacher had an accident at school that she was hosipled for the whole school year. That is when I start to struggle on the third grade. No more easy homework. When school comes around I started to do poorly in class. My mom would get really upset about my poor grades. She would end up taking away my PS2 and not allow me to use the computer.
It was one day in the fourth grade I started my day off with the normal events, waking up, getting ready, the ride to school, then sit and class and learn for seven hours. But this day was unfortunately cut short.
15 years have passed since I was in first grade and I remember this teacher and if I recall correctly her name was Miss. Caroline, and she used to go on and on about me learning how to read with my father. You know you would she would be pleased or at least somewhat content that a first grader reads the way I used to, but on the contrary I guess she wasn’t. To be completely honest I was thinking of this the other day and today 15 years exactly on the same day of my first grade graduation I run into her (Miss. Caroline).
It was another morning commute to Highland Park elementary school on the poorly funded school bus that could have been from the 80’s. I had just boarded the bus as was sitting towards the back waiting for my group of friends to get picked up. I looked to my right to see the girl I had the biggest crush on at the moment. I was a shy kid, and never did I have the guts to talk to the girls I thought were really pretty, however, I was a big show off. I preferred to amuse the ladies with my reckless actions and ability to make people laugh with repetitive jokes. The bus soon stopped to pick up my friends. We instantly started talking about WWE and how one wrestler is better than another. It soon got very intense and the arguments started to become real. Some of the guys got up and started to demonstrate wrestling moves on each other. In order to secure my argument about how the jumping finisher is better than the chokeslam, I got up on my seat and ordered one of my friends to hold down my other friend. They were seated across from my seat, but they were one seat ahead of the cute girl I was in love with. As I climbed my seat I was
I wasn’t at school the next day and I guess that’s when things somehow got out of hand. Then the next day we played tag again, but a little bit more physical contact, nothing out of hand. Later that day while we were in P.E. we had a thing called a “Fun Run” where we just walked/ran around the field. Near the end of the field where the teachers weren’t really watching. There was a group of several of us there with two kids called Damien. They were Damien C. and V., they were the real issues. So me and my friend Luis were walking and they were behind us. Then another kid named Freddie came running up and shoved Damien C, not sure whether by accident or not. Then Damien V. thought it would be funny to piggy back ride Damien C. and then continue to tackle him. After a talk with a teacher an unrelated video was brought in and was deemed the cause of the
Boy, I was not ready for this to happen to me! I was in third grade, I had to go to gymnastics practice and I did not know it would be my last one at Gym Sport. I was in the Mets level I had been having some heel problem for a couple of months. Therefore my mom took me into the doctor's office to get it check out, I was not expecting that kind of news.
For most of what I remember to be my middle school life, I tried my best not to become involved with any of the gossip and drama in the various networks of my class. Rarely did I ever engage in group conversations or even one-to-one conversations for that matter. In fact, any type and degree of social interaction seemed exhausting to me. Therefore, I usually stood away from the general population and kept to myself.