Isaac Personal Narrative

It was early morning; the sun was just beginning to rise above the horizon, shining in golden rays, across the long field of cotton. But George, just a baby at the time, was laying on his mama’s cotton sack as she drug it along. George’s mama, a very heavyset, red-headed woman measuring about 5’10”, had done the same thing with his four older sisters, so it was nothing unusual. As she continued down the rows of cotton, picking two rows at a time, George fell off. It took her a couple of steps to realize it, but when she did, she went back and put him back on her cotton sack, wasting no time in getting back to work. It was hard supporting five children, and that is why, as soon as they could, they were helping with the work.

Embers flew from the campfire, and into the starry night sky; meanwhile, the campers, Jackie, Carl, and Jim, sat close to it for warmth. “Now who's ready for a campfire story?” said Jackie. “You can sometimes go a little overboard, so Carl is taking the wheel.” Carl continued, “Once upon a time” Jim screams, and Carl rolls his eyes at Jim, “May I proceed,” He responds rhetorically. By the time Carl finishes the scary story, Jim has already dashed into the tent, startling his dog, a basset hound named Roxy. Carl along with Jackie look at each other in regretful worry, as they walk towards Jim's tent.

The sun has risen and a young boy jumps out of bed with excitement, as he knows today he gets to go to his first professional baseball game. His father had bought him the tickets for his birthday months ago, and the boy had been counting down the days ever since. He put on his favorite ‘Cleveland Indians’ shirt, and ran downstairs to eat his yogurt and waffles for breakfast. As he ate, his mother saw him happily drawing Jacob’s Field, using his brown crayon to put the finishing touches on the base paths. The boy had a penchant attitude for baseball, as it was the first game his father ever taught him to play, and because of that, he would play whenever he could; with rocks and a stick, with his friends in the yard, and in his head when he

After leaving Mr.Leroy behind for having a possible heart attack I commenced my journey with a goal of liberating Mr. Leroyś family from slavery. I had to think long and hard about how I was going to get nourishment as well as where I was going to sleep when night approached. It was a very chilly evening and, the sky looked exceedingly dreary as I rode Flap-Jack down the dusty road. It had been about 3 hours since I started riding. Then all of a sudden I heard a loud boom. I muttered under my breath, looks like storms coming our way boy better find someplace where we can stay the night. At that instant, I yanked on the rein that was connected to Flap-Jack’s mouth and turned us both around so that we were heading towards the woods.

Life at Camp Green Lake is hard we must dig a hole 5 feet wide and 5 feed deep every day in the hot blazing sun. I don’t mind digging holes. I made a good friend his name is Stanley Yelnats I help him by digging his hole and he is helping me to read, it works out great he got sent to camp Green Lake

What made the crowded living space even less appealing is that for the last couple of months I have been seeing one of the other slaves Abel. He lived outside with the other males and I only got to see him a couple days a week because our paths rarely crossed. The only other person who knew besides us was my friend Afia. When I first told her she was skeptical because she feared that we would both get in trouble and face hard repercussions. As time went on she supported it because one day she would like to settle down and have a family outside of this house.

Edwards account of his spiritual life in his Personal Narrative recounts his many awakenings throughout his life. In the beginning he mentions two particular points that stood out to me. One was his realization that his first awakening was not one that was full of God's grace: "My affections seemed to be lively and easily moved, and I seemed to be in my element, when engaged in religious duties. And I am ready to think, many are deceived with such affections, and such a kind of delight, as I then had in religion, and mistake it for grace"(Edwards 179). After this he mentions how over time these affections and convictions wear off and he returns to a sinful life. Therefore, he most likely equates this initial conversion as one brought on by

I am an enslaved African American bought by an army surgeon. My owner’s name is John Emerson. Emerson bought me in Missouri, but took me and his family with him to an army base in Illinois. Illinois is above the North latitude 36 degrees 30’N, so it is a free state. We did not stay very long in Illinois because Emerson was called to Wisconsin Territory which is also a free slave state. I can’t believe that I have been in TWO free states, yet I am still be counted as a slave. Once Emerson was done in Wisconsin he packed up his family and me, and went back to Missouri. Soon after we returned Emerson passed away. Emerson was a loyal owner. Since I am property of Emerson and he is now deceased what am I? Free? Still a slave? So back in 1846, I sued for my freedom from Emerson’s wife-Irene.

Finally, the long anticipated 11 months of waiting to return to my second home were over. Ever since I was a child, Heart O the Hills Camp was my safe heaven. One month a year I had the opportunity to grow up making the greatest memories at the most beautiful place in the world. There is no better sight in the world than lying on the warm tennis courts surrounded by my closest friends, gazing at the patterns of the illuminating stars above in the crystal clear, mesmerizing hill country sky. Those tennis courts where my friends and I gathered on almost every night was a symbol my care-free childhood. Having the freedom to do what I wanted, whenever I wanted, with no real consequences was one of the perks of being a camper.

I hope you slept well. I had a dream I was in school and Alec Baldwin was the principal. Then I was in lexington and trying to get a rental car but all of the customers kept cutting me, I finally get a car but then its stolen with my wallet. Ha! I am going to walk over in a bit and see if Mike is going to Grandma's. Mom is totally still asleep, it's confirmed the past 1.5 years all she's done is sit in her room and watched tv.. you can tell by every angle of this house and her. At least I did stuff may not have been much and I might have been drunk or high.. but I still did things and WORKED...*DOT

Once there was a girl named Anna. She was a pioneer, and she grew up in Texas, but when she turned twelve her family decided to move to California during the gold rush. She was the second oldest child of three, she had a older brother named Tom and a younger brother named Ted. They wanted to move because of the gold rush of 1849. She was a very busy girl because her mother died after she had her youngest brother three years ago. Anna took the jobs of her mother, cleaning the house, taking care of her youngest brother Ted, curing meat, and making dinner every night. When her dad brought up moving many miles away everyone was scared, but Anna was the most scared. They are not very rich so her father wanted to make money to help his kids grow up and have a better life. “I want my kids to have a good life,” the father said.

In the morning he went without a shirt into the cold air and stretched. Then he went inside and ate breakfast and ventured out with a clean canvas and a full thermos of coffee. He walked until he found the hollowed out husk of an enormous Elm tree, where he sat down his chair, his canvas, his stand, and painted like some sap in art school. The painting was awful, but it was magnificently fun. The odd range of colors, the Disney twist he put on a simple woodland drawing had him crying with laughter. Then he went back to the cabin and leaned the frame in a corner where he could see it from all points in the

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My name’s Jeffrey, I’m big, tall kid, some might say humongous, but I am very shy and what I would consider weak. I have a brother who is almost the exact opposite of me, he is short, outgoing, strong, and just enjoyable to be around. He is quite fun, but isn’t the smartest. Many people call me smart just for writing neat. It was a hot day and we were going to school, until it suddenly became dark and cold outside. It seemed weird, but we didn’t think much of it and just continued onto the school bus. Then a blinding flash of light followed by a rough ride on the school bus and we ended up at school. Everything was peaceful right after. It seemed insane, everything felt out of control. Then I saw it, a dull and boring, yet shiny and colorful, pencil on the ground.

There once was a boy named Jonathan (Jonathan Mcslurre, Jonny for short) and his family, ( including his parents, two sisters, and three brothers) every summer would all go rent a lake house. The lake house was secluded, relaxing, and quiet, mostly because it was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a forest, but nonetheless everyone enjoyed it…well everyone except for Jonathan.