Personal Narrative Essay: The Boston Marathon

Our Thanksgiving Day On the fourth Thursday of November, Me and my family celebrate Thanksgiving at my aunt’s house because it is just a day to relax and thank my family for whatever they have done for me without being selfish or greedy. We all help today with the preparations. First we get together, then we try to entertain ourselves in different ways, and then we have our feast. We do a lot of fun things, Me and my cousin go buy muffin mix, and then we make muffins. I love going to my cousin’s house in Thanksgiving.

I woke up and traditionally watched the parade with my family. We cooked all day, and then the rest of our extended family came over. My one-year-old cousin, Emerson, was there and she kept my occupied. I could not resist her cuteness. I ate way too much food and was in a food coma the rest of the night.

Once they got out there they raced to the car so we can get breakfast then go. We ate at Ihop and I got the original pancakes smothered in syrup. I enjoyed my pancakes and everyone enjoyed what they got. We finished eating then we headed to Orlando studios. Once we got there we went

“What are we doing today?” I asked “we are going to go and explore Hollywood first.” My mom replied. I was thrilled to be able to explore Hollywood! We headed down to the lobby and we had the best breakfast ever. The had everything you could ever want for breakfast there. I had bacon, hash browns, a bagel with cream cheese, an omelet and coffee.

Our adventures together have only begun. Senior year is upon us, and we won't do it alone. We will stick together, lean on each other when times get tough, and support each other in everything we do. We each have our separate interests, but our friendship remains strong. As we look excitedly into our futures, we will always remember that friendship, adventure, and fun is never far

I admired Mrs. Johnson, Cindy’s mom. When I would visit Cindy, She would politely say, “Chelsea,” relaxes, you are at home. Mrs. Johnson invited me over to dinner all the time during the holiday season. She cooked some of the best corn bread I ever tasted. The parade

Mardi gras is and always will be the Tuesday before Ash Wednesday. Mardi gras marks the end of carnival season. Mardi gras is also known as Pancake Day. In England, Australia, Ireland, Canada, and New Zealand, people will often be seen celebrating Mardi gras by eating pancakes and joining in on pancake themed activities. The official colors of Mardi gras are purple, gold, and green.

"A child—could wake up one day and call for “Block Party Day.” And we’d share ribs, corn, chicken, tater pie, and collard greens, and Miss Sarah who never married always made punch with vanilla ice cream and it would melt into a swishy mess." The families all bring there food and continue on with having a great time. Its an amazing way for everybody to have a great well spent day. Especially for the people who don't have kids or a husband if gives them people to talk to and great entertainment for everyone in

My breakfast was the same as any other morning, a bowl of cereal and some yogurt. After breakfast I ran a quick routine check of my lacrosse bag. As soon as I opened it, the smell of my pads hit me like a truck, even though I had been playing for two years at that point and should have been used to it by then. It smelled someone hadn’t showered in six months and had rolled in wet dog. On the way to High Velocity I kept thinking that I had the chance to become a freshman on the varsity team.

Everyone would gather around, eat lots of food with family and friends, decorating Christmas trees, and exchanging gifts. It used to about rejoicing the upcoming year, eating fresh meat, and drinking the finally ready-made wine and beer that was fermenting during the year. This was the one day of the year in which parents could spoil their kids, without “actually spoiling” them. Christmas has been celebrated to this day in every part of the world. In the US, we decorate trees, put up christmas lights in and outside our homes, gather together as a family, and possibly set our cookies and milk for Santa.