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A Moment Of My Life-Personal Narrative

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As I lie here on this dreadful hospital bed I begin to contemplate. I see the faces of all my loved ones surrounding me here tonight. I know my time is coming to an end but, I can’t help feeling happy. Happy because of the great life I lived and the experiences that came with it. My mother would say, “ I want my children to have a better life than me”. Remembering this I believe that we did. I look over to my right to see my sister slumped over in a chair. Her gray curls framing her wrinkled face. Immediately, I am transported back. To a time where my childhood weekends were filled with fun and laughter. Big movie night in the living room, spontaneous trips to hotels just to swim, and dance parties with my cousin. A light whimsical feeling fills my chest. Those were the days being young, ignorant and free. …show more content…

Yet I was still surprised when I won Snowcoming Queen in high school. I knew in the greater scheme of life this was not really important but I couldn’t help feeling thrilled. Knowing that the school I liked me as a person and voted for me. Seeing that I was young and didn’t really know my true self, its easy to believe that this win gave me a boost of confidence I needed to finish senior year of high school strong. In that moment of my win I was ecstatic. Coming back to my full consciousness of the hotel I sigh. I faintly hear Bruno Mars’ Treasure playing in the background. He was my celebrity crush as a teen. I got to see him at in concert when I was 17. That was one the best days of my life. Just being in the same room as him drove me crazy with excitement. “Bruno! Bruno!”, the crowd shouts as I’m jumping up down waiting for the curtain to rise up to reveal the man himself. Soon the curtain rises and the show begins. The energy in the stadium is electric. I find myself immersed in the moment. “Mom”, my daughter says to me pulling me back to the

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