Personal Narrative Analysis

On the about last week of March, I, Sgt. A. Walton confiscated an unauthorized Casio G-Shock Gray/Black/Light Blue in color watch that was sent to Nottaway Correctional Center by Offender C. Barker #1421016 family member.

Walking the overgrown paths in the expansive woods behind my house, I tried again to escape the claustrophobia of the cul-de-sac and the boredom of a small town. The forest was my sanctuary, and I walked knowing every rock, root, and bush. Then suddenly, it was different. My eyes hit the familiar clearing ahead, and I launched into a sprint through the underbrush, leaping up and over the barbed wire-topped rock wall. Landing with a whoop of delight, I eyed the novelty, a huge, brown steer, staring back at me. Molten joy turned to icy fear, and the steer began to charge. Thirty seconds of terror later, I noticed two things as I heaved against a maple tree: my now dung-covered shoes were ruined, and my curiosity was finally piqued.

As the second half started, I started to feel confident in myself. Leuzinger started attacking very quickly. They kept taking shot and crossing the ball, but I just kept blocking the shots, I felt unstoppable. They started getting more dangerous as the minutes goes by. We were defending most of the time in the second half and were not getting many opportunities to score. As the game is coming closer to an end, our defender cause a foul, so they were rewarded a free kick. I start to set up my wall with four of our players as they are protecting the right side of the goal. I go towards the middle as the referee allows the player to shoot the free kick. My heart was racing, I hear the crowd cheering all over the field, the coaches screaming at

My Grandmother’s 1994 Eagle Talon’s DNA was created inside the concrete walls of the Chrysler Headquarters in Auburn Hills, Michigan. Subsequently, it was transported as a blueprint to a manufacturing center in Belvidere, Illinois, then put together piece by piece in a large assembly plant. Finally, it was driven home by my grandmother, Connie. She thought the car was “high tech” due to its two cup holders, small cassette player, and a manually operated sun roof that could open at the touch of a button.

Once upon a time, there was an illegal immigrant named Rosa she came from a poor family and her mother left her when she was 4 years old for another man.

I believe that opportunities that are not taken only open up more opportunities in the future.

“I can’t feel my feet, guys” is what I said to my friends when I first discovered something was wrong. We laughed and made jokes as they would kick my feet and say “can you feel this? can you feel this?” Day after day I would tell myself not to worry and that this feeling in my feet would diminish over time. It only took 2 days for the numbness in my feet to disperse to the entire right side of my body. As soon as this feeling had reached my ears I decided it was time to speak up. I told my father what I was feeling and both unconcerned, we had come to the conclusion that it was simply growing pains and that we would keep an eye on it. I felt a sigh of relief as I continued on doing my everyday routine. I thought the feeling in my body would go away but every day the feeling became more severe. I woke up one morning in the middle of the night in excruciating pain and a headache that I had never experienced before. I ran to my parents bedroom in tears. It was only then that we knew something wasn’t right.

All my life, my main goal was (and still is) to move out of Wisconsin, say goodbye to the negative fifty degree winters, and explore the world. Looking for a career that incorporates my love for traveling and my intrest of Business has always sounded like a dream.Going to new, exotic places has always been a significant part in my life. After all, my first trip was when I was eight months old to Turks and Caicos. Throughout time, our family traveled to most of the Caribbean, I was infatuated with everything about these countries. At the age of ten, I started taking online Spanish courses.In the past year, I started to learn my third language, Italian. Learning a language takes a strong memory, from memorizing the spelling to all the forms the word has to be in.

I usually neither support nor oppose the candidates running in the local elections. But, I am going to take an exception this time to openly declare my support of Dr. Nazeera Dawood for the Johns Creek City Council's Post 5.

From the moment I could, I read. Of course, during kindergarten I started by only understanding Spanish, so reading took a little longer for me to comprehend. But over time, I did learn to speak and read through the English language and for a long time, reading was my escape. Being able to invite myself into the author’s world of emotions, thoughts, and ideas was the ideal situation. From wanting to leave my world and delve into another, I became passionate about, nay, obsessed with reading.

I had never thought you would forget about me. But, still, when I saw your email crop up, I was like getting electrified. So, no need to apologize. Knowing that I did make the cut for your potential new project is worth all the time, which was zipping by anyway.

From youth, I was surrounded by gifted individuals; my parents, my sisters, my aunts, even my cousins. They were all overachievers, who strove towards one goal. Excellence in their field of medicine. I, quite stubbornly, resisted that which was my calling for the longest time.

On May 6th of 1997 I was born in St. Johns hospital in St. Louis, Missouri. My family and I lived in a small town in the suburbs of St. Louis. I lived with my mom dad, and older brother Tyler. I attended a catholic school from pre-kindergarten until fourth grade. The summer before I started fifth grade my family decided it was time to move. We moved about thirty minutes away from our previous house to a little town in Illinois called Bethalto.

I was just an ordinary teenager, now finally finishing out my freshman year of high school when I got this terrible “invisible injury”. My friend and I were running around on the last day of gym for the school year when out of the corner of my eye I saw a dark shadow quickly approaching my head. My whole body jolted as I tried to comprehend what had just happened, my head spun. Little did I know that my life would be transformed those quick seconds due to the chaos that was gym basketball. The summer going into sophomore year was anything but ordinary, majority of it consisting of me sitting in dark rooms playing with children's toys such as legos and play-doh, or wearing sunglasses everywhere, even inside stores at the mall. It was as

I’m 17 years old. Not too old, but just old enough to have experienced some things in life. Some are good, some are bad, but they all taught me something. In the past 8 years of my life, I haven’t had a single day where I don’t look back on the things that have happened to me. Sometimes I’m thankful that those things happened, and sometimes I get depressed about them, I guess it really depends on the mood I’m in.