Personal Narrative : Personal Experience

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

    It was six A.M. on a beautiful yet brisk Saturday morning and I was fast asleep. Suddenly I was ripped from my blissful dream world by the incessant blaring of my alarm. Groggy, I shut off the alarm and stumbled into the kitchen for breakfast. I had a light breakfast consisting of warm cinnamon toast and butter so as to not upset my stomach during the looming Cross Country race.

I was designated out of necessity. My older brother was sent to prison the year before she was diagnosed. My twin sister was married at the time with three small children and my younger brother was only 16 years old. Therefore, I tried to become everything that she needed. Helping her through her battle would prove to me that life is too short to not pursue my dreams.

I stare at the TV with incomplete fascination, my pencil tightly gripped in between my fingers.

“Thanks for letting me know." Saffron smiled, looking up. "You got any more advice," she implored.

The greatest change that I think I have undergone during my time at Thayer Academy has to be the emergence and development of my confidence. I feel as through during these last four years I have finally broken through my shell and now I have no plans of returning. While this sounds cliché, this saying does really apply to me. I am extremely grateful for this transformation from a quiet kid to one who is more out spoken and ready to participate. I feel as though it will benefit my future life and future endeavors.

Some of the hardest things in life make you realize what you really appreciate. One such instance took place in a remote part of Wyoming far away from everything and everyone. However, such an experience made one couple closer and taught them how valuable family really is.

I'll have to hunt for mice and such, but all the land from here to the Atlantic's been claimed by someone or another and they'll hold onto their game like a mother bear protecting her cubs.”

A horrendous thing that happened to me was the time when I broke my foot. The positive side of that is that I learned my lesson. I was at my grandparents house about 3 years ago, and my little cousins and I were playing tag. I then leaped off 2 steps and landed on the rocks that were a few feet from the stairs. My foot started hurting horribly and my parents came to check on me. I limped all the way to the couch and had to put ice on it. We then left and I went straight home my parents did not think that it was broken or sprained. For the next 3 weeks I had went and was running and jumping on it my foot hurt continuously, especially when I had to run the 3 miles. So finally, my parents brought me to the hospital and the doctors gave me an

Time passed as I remained in that kitchen chair. Until the doorbell broke me out of my continuous, horrific train of thoughts, that is.

I have had many joyful and equally traumatic experiences in my life which I can easily remember. I have been through a flood, gone to emergency care in the hospital, had an allergic reaction, etc. These experiences helped shape me into who I am, my beliefs, how I speak and act around others, and they each created a separate part of my identity.

The universe sometimes chuckles at people who make plans. Not many teenagers expect relocation during high school, particularly to start off their senior year. I was one of those teens that should have. I always enjoyed my sheltered existence in a protective bubble in a place that I had lived in my entire life. The universe not only chuckled at me and my plans, it laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Sitting on top of the highest peak for miles, I feel the winter air whipping my face. The bitter cold makes my skin prickle and my breath, rapid and heavy after climbing to the top, freeze into my hair in beautiful, intricate flakes. They melt against my hot skin, leaving tear like drops spilling down my face. The cold feels wonderful, comforting even, after the strenuous climb. In this moment, I think of nothing but the air moving in and out of my body, like a river flowing quickly through a shallow stream; quick, yet quiet and relaxed.