Narrative Essay

Personal Narrative

Significant Event in my Life

            It was the summer in between my fourth and fifth grade year, and I was not happy. I thought I had it all figured out and was only a couple of soccer goals and gold medals away from being one of the most popular girls in school;  I even had the cutest boy in school eyeing me. Then the big news, we were moving from our farm, to a house in town the worst possible torture a country girl like me could ask for.

It’ll be fun they said. “It’ll be a new start they said”. Well I had a completely different idea of what life in town would be like with neighbors only yards away and on all sides with no hills, no cows and, even worse, no horses. The only bright side, the YMCA was only two blocks away, and they had a new indoor pool with a new swim team where I could go and dazzle the new swimmers with my rad skills.

            I joined the swim team, the YMCA’s soccer team, and softball team, everything to stay busy that summer and try to make friends. I made one friend in particular who had a lasting impact on my life and changed my life forever and made me the person who I am today. Her name is Cassie Cron, and she lived right behind me across my one acre lawn, the city drainage ditch and then her yard. We were friends right from the start because she enjoyed all the things I did, and even better, was an only child, so her house was a welcome relief from my two younger brothers.

            Cassie had a lasting impact on my life mainly because she was a friend to me when others were not. We had so much in common; we both loved Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, video games, and four wheelers, as well as the two grandsons of the elderly couple across from her house who came down every summer. Soon after I moved there, we were inseparable and cussing like sailors. Cassie and I spent the whole summer swimming in her pool and racing boys on four wheelers and go-carts.

            Although Cassie taught me many bad things, like cussing, she taught me a lot of good things as well like how to stay true to myself and to be nice to other people while at the same time standing up for yourself; we looked after the nerds because we thought it was our job. I’ll never forget my first day of school at Seymour. I was terrified and gone were the days of staying up late watching Star Wars movies and getting up early to go ride four wheelers. I was in that period of time where I dressed more like a boy than a girl. I even wanted to be a boy, which was another side effect of Cassie, but it wasn’t that bad as everyone has went through those stages.

            I went into my home room and sat in my assigned sea. I was the first one to school and no one was there yet. The next person to come into the room was a little boy in a camo hoody with the hood up who small and very quiet and he looked sad. Well thanks to Cassie, had the nerve to talk to this kid who was depressed and had hardly any friends. Thanks to the confidence I gained from Cassie, I was able to become friends with another one of the most important people in my life, my childhood friend Tyler. We were friends long after Cassie and I stopped being so. Tyler and I did everything together and one day started going out for a short time even though we stuck to being friends.

            I guess what I am trying to say is that is that Cassie taught me so many things, and we were friends for a very long time. Never underestimate the power of a childhood friend, the power of Star Wars, and a fascination for the outside. Cassie has probably had the most impact on my life with the exception of my parents and Jesus. Cassie laid the ground basis for who I am today during the age when we are all vulnerable to what we watch and what we listen to. She taught me how to fight, to stand up for myself, and to put everything I have into whatever I am doing. She was truly wise for her years as she is only two years older than I am.

            I guess I have her parents to thank for raising someone as strong as Cassie, though Cassie and I had a falling out around my sophomore year when I learned you can’t be as brusque as her and still expect people to like you and believe that you do in fact like boys, and she stopped participating in sports. We still speak to each other every once and awhile and I run into her at Wal-Mart sometimes. But I owe who I am today to Cassie Cron as she basically made me who I am, and so far I have no complaints!

Free Write 2-20-2012

Big Day:
I woke early on the Big Day with a million things on my mind, soon it would be my time, and there were still a million things left to do. I had to call the caterers, the florist, the  priest, oh why didn't I get a wedding planner? Because this is a small wedding, and a small budget, and I can do this! I reassured myself, it wouldn't be long until this was all over, but the stress of the day couldn't taint how happy I am. I pulled on a robe and put on my blue tooth headset and called my mom, wandering into the kitchen. Good morning! she said happily into the phone, nearly shouting those two words. Good Morning Mom, I said smiling, stepping over the four limp bodies, of by best friends and bridesmaids in my living room floor. "Are you out of bed yet?" she asked, "Yes, I am just on my way to start cooking breakfast, and go over my list for today," I said, pulling a carton of eggs, the milk, and cheese out of the fridge, as well as fresh fruit, and orange juice. "Why, are you cooking breakfast?! It's your wedding day, I am calling Jenny," said mom, "No, don't I am the only one who didn't get toasted last night, let them be, I'm fine, you know how much I love planning and it won't ruin my day at all," I said, cracking the eggs open and separating the whites from the yolk. "I know, you missed your calling in life, you should have been a wedding planner instead of a elementary school teacher. Speaking of which, how many parents did you convince to let their kids be in your wedding?"
"All but one," I said, "Your guys' flight is coming in at noon right?" 

Free Write 2-8-2013

Apartment List: Shampoo, Hair Ties, Bobby Pins, New Pillows, Couch, Vacuum Cleaner, Toilet Paper, Towls, Wash Cloths, Cleaning Supplies, T.V, Entertainment Center, Cloths Hangers, Book Shelves, Floor Pillows, Light Bulbs, Lamps, Organizational Baskets/Tubs, Laundry Hampers, Landry Soap/Dryer Sheets/Bleech, Dish Soap, Rugs, Hooks, Toaster, Microwave, Stove, Mixing Bowls, Baking Pans, Pots, and Pans, Table, Chairs, Shower Curtain, Grocery List: Milk, Eggs, Ramen, Bread, Flour, Oil, Cereal, Sugar, Tea Bags, Baking Soda/Powder Cinnamon, Brown Sugar, Lunch Meat, Hamburger Helper, Canned Vegetables/Fruit, Spaghetti, Pasta Sauce,

Free Write 2-6-2013

I heard it again, the sound of light footsteps coming my direction, as I changed my pace, I could hear the light footsteps before they too began to follow the same pace as I. I stopped and climbed a tree, quickly and looked down. I searched for five minutes before seeing a figure leaned up against a tree, he was wearing a long cloak that seemed to make the person blend in with the background. He also wore a deep cowl so I couldn't see his face, I drew an arrow and stuck it in my mouth crawling out onto the limb I was perched on, my intent not to harm, but to test the waters and his reaction. I would shoot a warning arrow to the left of his left arm, I drew back my bow and stopped sure that he had spotted me, but he had  not. He was looking in the opposite direction from me and had not seen me at all. I smiled, and let the arrow fly. It hit exactly where I had intended it to. The man jumped away from the tree, and looked up, at me, he flipped off his cowl and stepped towards me.
"King's Ranger, Come down. I mean you no harm boy," he yelled,

I put my bow in my quiver disgruntled, and hopped down from the tree,
"I am no man," I said, walking towards him, slightly worried, I would be in trouble. I had no idea that this man was a King's Ranger, an elite force who traveled all over the Kingdom, keeping order and being the direct eyes, and ears of the King.

Sensory Language 2-4-2013

Hannah left her apartment and stood on the sidewalk, it was a beautiful day in February and she was on her way to her first day of college. It was the first day of spring semester and she hoped that there would be no surprising spring storms pop up bringing the gusting wind and rain with it. Being the first day of very nice weather, she can finally wear shorts, and Hannah felt more alive than she had in a long time. The sun was out and she was on her way to start her future, she could not wait to sit in class and use her new text books and pens and pencils, and feel the class room computer keys underneath her finger tips as she typed out an essay. One of the busy people rushing their way to work bumped into her on the sidewalk and she realized that she had been standing there in the way. Hannah began to walk down the sidewalk, and felt the cool wind of a breeze tickle her face and at the same time felt the warmth of the sun on her back, it felt so good to know that spring was finally here, and had come early to her small town of Cedarpoint, South Carolina. It seems that everyone knew that spring was finally here; as she passed on house she saw a woman out already tearing up her flower beds and releasing the smells of musty plants and fresh dirt into the air. Hannah, envious of the woman, wished for her own house instead of an apartment so that she could have her own flower beds. As she drew closer to the local University, only a short walk from her own apartment, she passed a dorm and heard a loud combination of men and women talking, and loud music playing. Sometimes Hannah wishes she herself could live in a dorm, but it is just too expensive and she values the fact that she can be by herself, it saves on money and many headaches. Walking past another open door of a house, she smelled food cooking and in response to her growling stomach, realized that she herself had missed breakfast. With a sigh Hannah realized it was going to be a long morning, it would not be until after her first three classes that she would be able to get some food.

Free Write 2-4-2013

I don't know what to write about, I have reached a writers block I hope I think of something, So I don't visit the chopping block! I doubt I think of something, My mind is numb and blank All I see is endless nothing, I need my a new thinking tank! While everyone else is typing I sit here in silence I just keep on griping