Personal Narrative-Spring Night

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Autumn leaves covered the streets on that september night due to a prompt fall. Having gone to bed earlier in preparation to be able to wake up for Marching Band in the morning I was nearly comatosed in sleep. It’s odd to try to recall something that your mind just does not want to resurface, it causes everything to be an act of self delusion. It felt like how in the movies everyone is sped up and moving while I was slow and just still as they passed. Dressed in powder pink pajama shorts with penguins on them, I debated whether or not to put sweat pants on or if I should take anything. I underestimated the power of a cool autumn night breeze greatly. Awoken by a rugged shake from my brother, Chris, I couldn’t be made to move until my mom’s …show more content…

I could rinse lather and repeat as four times a day and the stench of burning wood still kissed my skin and caressed my hair. A Bath and Body works candle could not compare to my newly acquired essence. Experiencing something as grave as this gave me perspective on myself that helped transition me into adulthood. The popular question, if your house was ever on fire and you could only grab one thing what would you take? I recall looking around my cluttered room dissatisfied as I saw nothing I did not want to be without. This night taught me how consumerist I had become. I had all these things surrounding me that at one point I just had to have and when the time came down I did not want a thing, not even my flags for band. While I like to retain that my house on fire did not impact me the truth is that I just wanted to believe I was untouchable. I remember wanting to feel something to feel the horror of my home burning down but the truth is after moving six times this wasn’t home, and my way of feeling was to feel void. The classic adage “home is where the heart is” resonated largely with me from this point on. Home for me is being with my large family and thriving in the worst of situations and if it wasn’t for this night I can not say if I would feel the

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