Personal Narrative Essay: The Last Day Of My Life

Even though I was only seven, I still remember it like it was just yesterday. It was the spring of 2010 and the three of us; Mom, my older sister, Grace, and I were all staying in a lodge in Salt Fork, Ohio for spring break. Most children my age were pretty insensible when it came to the things they wanted, and I had been, by no means, any exception.
It was on the second to last day of our stay when Mom finally let us go into the gift shop attached to the lodge. She said that we could get one souvenir before we left for our hike. She reminded us to look with our eyes, and not to touch anything we couldn’t buy ourselves. I rushed into the store and immediately saw the one thing that I absolutely had to have: a pink, sparkly, unicorn Webkinz.
“Can I have it, Mom?” I pleaded, giving her my best puppy dog eyes.

I don’t think you need another one,” Mom chided, eyeing the polar bear I had in my hands. She told me I could pick something else out, but that was all I wanted, so I walked out of the shop with nothing but a sour mood. We left the air conditioning behind and were met by a mini heatwave as we made our way across the parking lot. Mom unlocked Bandit’s doors and we eagerly jumped into the car, seeking shade from the sun, but it was like a furnace inside. I tentatively slid into my booster seat and buckled up, careful not to touch the metal tongue. Mom turned the ignition key to the right and the engine rumbled to life. She cranked the AC all the way up, and a few moments later, cold air blasted noisily through the