Personal Narrative: Looking Back On Barlow Road

I finally arrived in Vicksburg, trying to escape all the pain I had suffered from the farm in Mississippi. All the whippings from Master Ethan had deprived me of my strength, and he murdered my best friend, James when we tried to escape together. He was my only closest friend, and now at the age of forty, he is dead because of us trying to accomplish our freedom. It took me about four miles to get to Vicksburg, but I was completely exhausted at that point. I had to compel myself to keep going and find some kind of harbor to rest in because it seemed like I ended up in a very dangerous place of Vicksburg. It wasn’t really safe to be in Vicksburg, but I had no choice. After awhile, I finally found an abandoned house to settle in and eventually

The first steps I took outside of my comfort zone were on the same city grounds where Rutgers lies. Not far from New Brunswick’s busy main roads, there is a quaint little store called the George Street Co-op. It is a non-profit health foods store and cafe that is run by its members and student volunteers. Their Sweat Equity program for students is what called my attention first while searching for places to volunteer; the more I researched the co-op, the more it drew me in. I fell in love with the store as soon as I walked in; there was a poem painted on the stairs leading to the cafe and a large chalkboard displaying a well-known quote by Hippocrates saying, “Let thy food be thy medicine…”. Flyers urging people to “Ban Fracking Now!” and to look for the “Non-GMO Project” label covered the message board. I knew that this was the place where I could find people with the same interests and values as me.

The day I moved from Rockwall to Crandall was a day I’ll never forget. It was a strange couple of days. The day we moved was extremely saddening.

Today is the day that I was told by my husband, Kenneth, that we are going to move to Oregon. I don’t know how he thinks we can move so quickly like nothing horrible just happened, our daughter just died last winter and he wants to leave her here. He says it’s a good way to move on and not be here in sorrow, I think he’s very wrong. It’s our daughter, Willow was her name, a sweet, sweet, teenage girl, had herself a boyfriend and all. We just miss her so very deeply, we as in Me, Kenneth, and our two other babies, they remind me so much of her.

On April 1, 2000, I was placed into a group home because of my behavior at the home. My dad and I didn’t get along. So he sent me to a placed called Bowman House. When I arrived there the first person I met was a lady name Alexander, she begin showing me around the units. Alexander was called the granny of the units. It was two units for the boys and girls. She took me to the boys unit first to look at the units. After I looked at the boys unit she took me to the girls unit. Where I would be staying. I had the chance to bond with Alexander, it wasn’t something I was trying to do it just happen. I had to stay with Alexander until the staff came back from picking the other peers up from school. An hour pass and the peers came back I had to go

When I was 14 years old, I found myself in a bit of trouble. Acting out, being disrespectful, starting fights, dropping out of school, fighting with my mom, running away, etc. I ended up getting in trouble with the law, and became a warden of the state of Oregon. Placed in Donald E. Long (juvenile corrections facility), B.G.A.S. (Boys and Girls Aid Society), as well as Pettygrove (home for troubled girls).

Hinds Community College has undoubtedly enabled me to grow as both a student and a leader during my time enrolled. My passion has always lie in the film and media industry, which made Hind’s film program the perfect choice for me. Before entering this program my skills were unrefined, but now I have been given the knowledge to pursue a career in the film industry with the confidence in my ability to complete any necessary job. Since joining this program, I have become the Media Associate at First Ridgeland Baptist church in charge of all video projects, the sole video contractor for Harmonic Audio and Concert Production which is a multi-state concert production company, the lead contractor for a major theater

I didn't always live in California. Before California I lived in Denver, Colorado. Before Denver I lived in Aurora, Colorado. When we moved to california we had a family of five. We moved to California, when I was six, Then we lived at my grandma’s house in Riverside for a year. We found a place on Ferree Street and that became our home.

I couldn't believe we were actually leaving Florida. My heart sank when I got into the car. "Why do we have to leave?" I asked my mom as I started to cry. My brother had helped us pack, and he walked up to the car and gave me a hug and said goodbye. Saying goodbye back was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Earlier today a few of my friends dropped by to say goodbye. I love my friends in Florida i didn't want t leave them at all! But, The hardest part of today was leaving all of my family. I don't now what I'm going to do without knowing that they were not going to be a few minutes away anymore. They would be 16 hours away!

“Are we there yet?” my brother whined. My mom replied, “Almost”. Finally, after three hours in the car I can get out and stretch my legs. When I open the car door I am overwhelmed by the smell of salt. “We’re here!” my dad cheers. Everyone is mingle ing and having side conversations; catching up on what’s been happening the past year. It’s nice to see my relatives again.

There is nothing more fabulous than getting outdoors on a crisp, autumnal Sunday morning to photograph a beautiful family.

Once upon a time I was walking down wooly booger street. It was about 11:00 P.M. when I started creeping down the street all by myself. I was wearing some nike shorts and a big tank top when I felt something hairy touch my shoulder. I immediately started running I then looked back over my shoulder to see this HUGE monster who was about eight feet tall, three arms,one eye,one leg and had on a shirt that had wooly booger written on it. I was running so hard when I suddenly tripped over a sewer hole after I tripped over that I never heard the wooley booger again. I sat down to take a break I was SO out of breath I could not catch a break. Five minutes has past and I all the sudden heard something I look up and there he was again he came out the

I was born in Raeford, North Carolina to Stephanie W. Henderson and Donnie Henderson Jr. When I was three my parents separated and they agreed to joint custody. My mom and I moved to Kansas City, MO in 2008. I lived back and forth between Raeford and Kansas City from 2008 to 2013. Summer 2013, I moved in with my dad for high school. From the age of five, I’ve loved music. Any type of music is my type of music. In example, my playlist includes Dolly Parton, Metallica, Rihanna, Keith Urban, and 2 Pac. I’ve been in choir since I can remember. My love for music is phenomenal but as far as being a musician; I’m a mediocre singer and I’ve tried to play bass guitar. I inherited my love for music from my father. Only difference is he’s good at playing instruments. The reason (what I had thought for years) my mom moved to Kansas City was to mend her relationship with her mom. Neither of my parents went to college, my mom didn’t even graduate high school. The last time my mom saw hers was when she dropped out. Turns out the

I had never understood contradictions until I met Adelaide. She was always saying never to do one thing and then doing that thing. For example, she would tell you that you should always believe in magic, but at the drop of a hat she'd turn around and tell you that magic was a load of shit and that anyone who believed it was real was crazy. She was confusing and beautiful and I had convinced myself that when we turned eighteen we'd get married and I would be hers forever. It's silly, you think that way at fourteen. She'd only been mine for a month and I dreamed of us getting married.

a lot of my life was spent on a place that my brother and I call Pappas Road this road is where I did a lot of my growing up. the people that I love most all lived on this road my aunt and uncle Bonnie and Clyde I lived on this road and my grandma and grandpa lived on this road therefore spent a lot of time here on this road there are two Curves in it we call them the first and second corner my brother and my grandpa and I would always go walking on this road mostly in the summer spring and the fall or really anytime it wasn't too cold and he would always take us to the first or second corner he never wanted us to go past there because he didn't want us to get too close to the highway. from the time I was born till the time I was probably seven or eight the road was gravel and since I wasn't tall enough to see out the windows of the car I always knew we were on Papa's Road when we turned onto a gravel road I feel like this road kind of grew as I did because it went from a little gravel road to being paved in completely different as I did Growing Up.