Personal Narrative Essay

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  • Personal Narrative Essay: The Sound Of The Lacrosse Game

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    Hearing your shoulder crack is never a good sound. Hearing your shoulder crack after being hit by what felt like an oncoming train is even worse. Especially once you realize that that same shoulder is completely unable to be moved once you pick yourself up off of the ground. It was just your typical spring day. It had rained in the early morning so the grass was damp but the sun had peered through the clouds as the day progressed turning it into a pretty nice day. The team was on the bus

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My Mother's Life

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    It was an ordinary Wednesday like any other, the same people, the same classes, the same schedule and the same routine. It was a chilly day and the wind was so strong it almost blew the leaves out of the trees, the day had gone by really slow and I wanted to go home already. I kept checking the clock anxious for it to mark 3:15, it was 3:10 five more minutes I thought to myself and I could be free. Those 5 minutes lasted forever and the next thing I knew the bell was ringing and I was headed to my

  • Personal Narrative Essay: The Ishpeming Basketball Team

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    I remember being on the Negaunee Nets traveling basketball team in the 4th and 5th grade and I sucked. But I remember the first, and only mind you, time I made a shot. It was my second year playing an. We were playing West Ishpeming, which was our favorite team to play because we knew a lot of the girls and when we played them it was always a serious game. From time to time we lost to them and that always broke our hearts, but this game we were all determined to win. I remember the exact place we

  • Personal Narrative Essay: What Is Not My Day?

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    I hear my mom scream “come on we have to go otherwIse we will be late” “I am coming” I say with an annoyed voice as I finish stuffing my sweatshirts into my bag. I grab the zipper start to close my bag as I get ¼ of the way through it gets stuck, i keep trying to close my bag, “come on” I whisper to myself. I am thinking to myself today is not my day, I finally do a big tug and my zipper finally starts going but really smoothly for some reason. I walk past my bed, and dresser, im kicking all the

  • Personal Narrative Essay: A Day After Christmas

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    The next few days were a series of arguments, screams, walk-outs, warm kisses, hugs, and love. For the most part when these occur, I was simply sketching and Toby was perched up by my side. He always liked watching me draw. And because everyone else was too busy either arguing or eating, no one had to command me to get up my ass and help. A day just before Christmas was when we finished decorating the house—it was also when we realized we haven’t done any Christmas shopping yet. So, like the Flash

  • Personal Narrative Essay: A Story Of An Ordinary Day

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    Stranded It was an ordinary day, nothing out of the ordinary, my friend Trenton and I going to go snowboarding like we normally do most weekends during the winter. I was running late I got out of bed and took a shower and got dressed. I scrambled to get some breakfast as I texted Trenton asking if he was ready. I grabbed my snowboard gear and headed into town. I picked up Trenton and he instantly starts bickering at me asking why I was late. Like usual I shrugged it off. We stopped by the gas

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My Wedding Day

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    It was a beautiful Sunday morning on 23rd July 2017. There was warmth in the air and the view was wonderful. From high up on the balcony of the Lodge on Loch Lomond I could see islands framing the loch, varying in size and colour. The sky was clear with only a few clouds floating around like fluffy white marshmallows. Furthermore, the sounds of waves crashing on the shore complemented the idyllic location where the ceremony would soon begin. 23rd July, my wedding day, was a day that I had dreamt

  • Personal Narrative Essay: The Best Day Of My Life

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    There was blood everywhere, absolutely everywhere. You could hear the sirens from a distance finally coming to the scene after waiting for 30 minutes of just sitting there, worrying that everyone wasn't going to make it. Today was supposed to be the best day of my life, but we had to take a detour when an out of control SUV decided differently. I was really looking forward to the day that I got out of school for a whole day. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love school and I love learning new things

  • Personal Narrative Essay: My Mother's Trip To The Child

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    "We no longer have him anymore…" my dad said crying. I took a minute to process it. Couple minutes later I bursted into tears wanting to know why. Where he went. Why him and not any other dog. I wanted him back my cuddle buddy. My friend that was always there when I needed to let something off my chest. My mom, sister, aunt, cousin and I were at the beach the week before, my dad stayed home to work on the hardwood floors after our pipes bursted that past winter. That week we were having the best

  • Personal Narrative Essay: Walking A Dog Through The Feild

    910 Words  | 4 Pages

    yesterday my cousin and i went to walk our puppies after they had done eaten to go poo.we walking the dogs through the feild and then we started playing with them so they can be tired.we walked the dogs through the bricks too play with the kids and while that was happening we had went to bring them home,but instead we walked them a lil lil brother had ask me was i ging get the dogs and i told him yea and he told us too bring them back so he can play with we went back to the bricks