Personal Narrative: Where Have I Been Remembered?

Sunlight poured through the window into my small, tidy room and woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes, and as soon as I remembered what was going to happen today, I instantly jumped out of bed, sprinted to my closet, picked out my favorite dress, and quickly changed into it. It was teal, my favorite, and had gray polka dots. I rushed to do the rest of my daily morning routine except I took my time brushing my teeth because, I don’t know about you, but I don’t want cavities. I raced to the stairs, but thank goodness I caught myself before I ran down. If I had tripped, I could have broken both my arms causing me to not be able to write, causing me to get bad grades when school comes again, causing people to think bad of me, and call me things

I was with Abby. She had just embarrassed herself in front of the whole class by answering an easy question completely wrong. Some mean kids came up to her and called her stupid and asked her why she was able to make it into kindergarten in the first place. I felt so bad for her because if it were me, I would be very hurt, but she told me that to her it had been just mean people saying mean things that won’t even hurt you if you don’t believe their opinions.
As I remembered this time I realized that I shouldn’t care about others’ mean opinions and finding my friend was way more important than protecting myself from some silly opinions. So I ran immediately out the door and searched for my friend.
I searched up and down the sidewalks and roads that were cold and wet from rain. I searched for about an hour until I saw Abby. She was soaking wet, cold, and depressed. She was hidden behind some dark green bushes. I sat right next to her and said as sincerely as I could, “I’m so sorry. I should have been a better friend and comforted you. I was just worried about the things you might think of me, but when I remembered what you said to me back in Kindergarden, I realized that I was being