Cookie Monster-Personal Narrative

It was a typical, eight o’clock morning in the August of 2007, birds chirping and the vibrant colors of flowers whipping past me as I peer out the window of our silver Nissan. My brother, sitting beside me, was being a noisy, older brother, uttering irrelevant comments about bypassing cars. On the other hand, my three year old self was quietly looking out the window and effortlessly perfecting my job of being a daddy’s little girl. In the driver’s seat, sat my father, a tall, patient, and affable individual. The three of us were in progress of completing our daily routine of driving to preschool. Although the ride began as a peaceful one, an argument was bound to brew as us siblings were only one year apart. While the consequence of the disagreement left me saddened and

Several of my possessions were accompanied by this character, including my favorite hair tie. The life changing quarrel was instigated by my brother, who wondered which hair tie I was wearing that day. Without any warning, and with an intensity greater than any average four year old, my brother suddenly reached over and yanked out my favorite hair tie. I whined and cried because according to my rules, no one was allowed to touch Cookie Monster. Without any hesitation, I reached over and attempted to pull it out of his hands, but his grasp on the hair tie was stronger. With both our hands on the object, we began a more aggressive version of tug-of-war which involved prying off each other’s fingers, scratching, and an immense amount of arguing. Since my brother and I were causing a commotion in the back, my father told us to stop distracting him because a dangerous situation could occur. We didn’t fulfill his request and continued to pry the hair tie out of each other’s hands, so my normally calm and patient father became aggravated. He pulled over on the side of the road and changed gears from drive to