Personal Narrative Essay: Moving To The Farm

I remember as a little kid always wanting to see that house again, always wanting to go back and finish our game of hide n’ seek in the barn one last time. I remember running wild with my brothers, driving tractors with dad and baking cookies with ma’ for dad when he came in from a hard day at work. I remember ma’ always pushing me on that swing where we would laugh and have fun. I remember dad teaching me how to drive a tractor and how to shoot a gun. But times got tough after dad had to serve in the war. Ma’ could barely provide for us so we had to leave, we had to move to the city 's. I remember before dad had to leave we carved our initials in the tree next to the house so we could remember him if he didn’t make it back.
So we left for the cities, we moved to chicago since it was cheaper, we moved into a townhome, 5607 was the address on napal street. We had to move to a new school and make new friends.
I remember when the teacher called me up to speak in front of the class and tell

I remember a day that took me by surprise when mom asked us if we wanted to go back to the old farm. Of course I said yes and I asked her if I could take Timothy and she said “sure.” We headed down to the farm, it’s been a couple of years since we been here and since no one bought the place. It looked the same except for the tree, a limb was broken off and the swing it was only hanging by a thread of rope. “We have to fix the swing at least, please mom.” “This is my childhood I have so many good memories with this swing we have to fix it please!”
She said we could fix it, so Timothy and I fixed the broken swing, He asked what was so special about this swing. I answered “This swing is where I learned my ABC’s and every Sunday my mom and I would go out after church and swing while we waited for the food to cook.” The swing gave me so many good memories and the barn, it was still standing. The barn had some paint scraped off the left side of it and a little missing just above the