Moving Away Narrative Essay

When I was visiting my family in Mexico I felt like a foreigner. All my family in America went to Mexico for my great grandma’s 90th birthday party. We were in Monterrey, Mexico which is the northeast part of Mexico. I was about 13 years old. We drove from Arkansas to Monterrey, it took about two days. The major differences were the different sides of the border. Once we got into Mexico, everything was more run down and dirty. There were a lot of beggars’ and poor people all along the streets. When we got to my great grandma’s house it was very colorful and unique. The house had a gate to get to the patio and the patio had plants all over. There was a toilet with plants inside of it. The house was made of cement and most of the activity was

It was a cold winter night in Upstate New York. My mom and dad were enjoying a cup of coffee, my sisters were playing video games, and I was editing a few pictures on my computer. My mom brought up the idea of a vacation. She said” We haven’t been on a vacation for a long time”. We all agreed and were hoping for my dad to also agree. Then my father said with a cheerful voice “Where do you guys want to go for vacation”. Me and my sister Rahma wanted to go to Florida, but, my other sister Selsibila wanted to go to California. Since Florida is closer and most of us agreed on going to Florida my parents said, “Ok then Florida it is” and we all ran to our rooms to pack up our stuff. My father quickly went on his computer and started looking for a rental. After we packed up all our stuff my dad said” Everyone go to bed, so we can wake up fresh in the morning and get the trip started”. So, we all went to bed. I can barely sleep thinking about all the fun were going to have. After about 15 minutes everyone was sound asleep and so was I.

We were on our way to New Mexico to visit my grandparents. At this time, I lived in Texas so it was not that far and they lived by the state line of Texas, the North West side of Texas. It always took us about four hours to get there but this trip was a little different. We were in tornado season so you know where this is going it could have been like two and a half hours. Then we hear on the radio a tornado alert luckily there was a rest point with a gas station so we stopped and went inside I was only like nine years old but remember this day. Were inside the gas station and the manager tells us we have to go in the bathroom not even a minute goes by and we can hear a train like noise.

December 1986 as families prepared for the holidays of gift giving and traveling to see love ones I embarked upon a journey in my life that I never saw coming nor could have ever imagined. I along with my family were in preparations for the holidays and on a Friday evening as we started out for the mall to finish up last-minute shopping. First there was one stop we needed to make and that was at the barbershop. My older brother had gotten a job there running errands, answering phones, cleaning up, and keeping track of customers in order as they came in. Upon learning that the family was going shopping he immediately quit his job on the spot. Trust I am laughing at that too, what a great way to learn about the workforce. However, the owner of

I was 11, we had a direct flight to Acapulco, Mexico. As the airplane descended on to the landing strip at the International Airport General Juan N. Alvarez, I remember seeing the ocean from the window of the airplane. I had been to Mexico a couple of times before, so seeing cluttered streets and compacted buildings was nothing out of the extraordinary for me. However, seeing child labor in the beaches was a real eye-opener. Children my age were selling candy, quesadillas, and many more goods to provide money for their families.

I remember the first time I left Memphis. It was also the first time I rode on an airplane. I was thirteen years old, around the time of Christmas. My parents thought it would be a good Christmas present if we all went on vacation for a change.

“Envision this Jeff, that you were watching a football game, then suddenly a book exploded,” said John Jeff’s best friend.

I came from a poor family, so poor that my parents could barely afford to feed me and my brothers and sisters. I decided that as soon as I could help my family I would, the only problem was I could not get a job. No matter how hard I tried no one would hire me. When I was sixteen I ran into this women on the street, her clothes were so fancy and she looked clean and well fed. I asked her what her husband did and she laugh and told me she did not have one. She said she had her own job and that if I wanted a job like hers that I should follow her. So I did. When we got to the mansion she lived in I made the connection that she was a prostitute. I knew my parents did not think highly of women like that but I did not care we needed the money. The woman who ran the mansion offered for me to work

I woke up, back sore and the taste of blood in my mouth. As I make my way up onto my feet I see it, half of my plane was in embers, the other half smashed in between a couple trees. From where i stand on a beachy island, i’m all alone

Voices surround me in a wave of highschoolers scurrying to their sixth period class. Backpacks grazed my skin as I struggled to make my way through the crowd. I finally catch my breath. I start to lightly sweat until a gust of wind blows against my neck giving me the chills. I finally made it to my sixth period english class, the last class of the day.

Jim Murphy proudly said “I write narrative nonfiction, creating lively scenes through action and the use of quotes from firsthand accounts, all based on rigorous research. If I say a character leaned against a fence on a windy day, then I have at least two sources to back up these details.” This one quote beautifully summarizes my paper which will discuss the need for accuracy in narrative non-fiction.

As the day started, we thought that this activity will not be possible because of the bad weather. But God provided us the opportunity to spread happiness to the students of Tipakan Elementary School. Even though we did not arrive there at the exact time, children still wait for us despite the fact that there is a short period of time for us to do the activity. As we reached the Tipakan Elementary School, we grouped the students into six (6). They were their group mates from the first game until the last game.

This week is going to be so much fun I thought to myself. Weeks had passed since my parents had said we would go to the beach and then finally today was the day. I felt so excited and thrilled for this upcoming event. Everyone was getting ready, going crazy, running up the stairs, taking stuff to the car, getting drinks, and using the upstairs and downstairs bathrooms before we left. Also, to get our toothbrushes, towels, lotion, shampoo, and toothpaste. Getting bathing suits, floaties for the babies, sunscreen, and snorkeling gear.

When I was six my family went to Fargo. It was late February; I can remember the cool wind blowing on my face when we loaded into the car. We had to go to the Fargo Airport that day to pick up my grandmother. She had spent the last month with our cousins in Arizona. She usually takes a vacation to get away from the cold of the winter. I can recall that the car was a little stuffy with the defrost heater going. It also didn’t help that my mom, dad, brother, sister, and I were all packed in it. My siblings and I were singing the entire way there since we were so excited to see grandma again. An hour later we had made it to the airport.

When I was 8 years old, my family and I hopped on a plane to San Francisco, California for a family field trip. It took exactly 7 hours to fly from Albany, Ga to San Francisco on the plane, but it didn’t bother me because I had food and took 2 naps during the flight. I was very excited to go to California but I wondered why we were going all the way there and not somewhere closer to Georgia. I ask my mom why we were going there, but she wouldn’t tell me; she said that it was a surprise. After the flight was over, my mom, 14 years old sister, and my 7-month-old sister, and stepfather paid a taxi driver to take us to The Ritz-Carlton, Half Moon Bay hotel. My family paid for the hotel room, and we walked to the elevator, went to our room, and unpacked. I looked around the room and admired it, it had two big clean beds, a bed/couch, a beautiful bathroom, and a great balcony which had an amazing view of the