Personal Narrative: Growing Up In The City Of Parkersburg

All my life I have lived in the small town of Walkertown, which is only about twenty minutes away from Winston-Salem. Five years ago Walkertown was small and you had to go to the next town over, Kernersville, if you wanted to go shopping for clothes or go out for dinner. Now, Walkertown is a lot more developed and less rural. However, it is nowhere near as developed as Winston-Salem, especially downtown. Winston-Salem is a built up city with a lot of impervious surfaces.

It was a hot day in June when my husband pulled into our driveway with a huge U-Haul truck. A few friends came to help load our meager belongings into the

When I was two years old we moved to Keller, Texas from Pennsylvania. The only thing I remember about moving day is that it was Halloween. My dad recalls that I was being potty trained and had to use the bathroom at every house we stopped at when trick-or-treating. Many memories occurred in this house like every Sunday night when my sister and I would put on a talent show for my parents. Another example was when we would go swimming in the pool that we built when I was 7.

I liked how I was going to get a new house, but not the fact I was leaving all my friends behind. The day we moved in some of the neighbors came over and helped us unpack. They were kind and we made new friends. Then we unpacked and we got all settled in. My sister was not overjoyed

We finally got to Winston-Salem after 2 hours of a long drive. When we pulled up to our new home it was bigger then the last one, I was happy that I moved to Winston, but the only thing was that I didn 't want to go to my new school because I knew no one there and it was going to be very awkward, but when I went the next day it wasn 't that bad, I made new friends so, I wasn 't so lonely. My mom went to work while I was at school. She said that she was glad that she took this job and she doesn 't regret it at all and I was really happy for her.

Since the young age of 7, my parents have been separated. We were a family of 4 now in a new town. Tarkington a small town in the middle of nowhere was where we decided to settle down and start over on our new life in the middle of the school year I must add. But growing up in predicament made me mature a bit faster than expected and has shaped me into the person I have become today. Tarkington was one of the best things that could have happened I grew as a person and got more involved than I ever had before.

Growing up in the small town of Port Arthur, Texas was very tough. The city’s crime rates are higher than the percentage that chooses to attend a college or university. With all of the crime, poverty, and near death experiences, the city has made me into a stronger and more motivated person wanting to help the poor. My parents came from the city of Saigon, Vietnam in the year of 1998. With no English and only $100, they arrived on a small shrimp boat in Port Arthur, Texas.

When I was almost 13 years old, my parents told my sisters and me we were moving from our hometown of Lanham, to a place called Las Cruces, NM. I was pretty excited about the move, even though it meant leaving all my friends and family behind. When we moved it was about the middle of autumn. As we left Maryland, leaves were starting to fall, the air was getting colder, birds were migrating towards a warmer climate, and the days were getting shorter. I can remember after our road trip and my family and I had arrived at our new house and one of the first things we had to do was go to the grocery store.

Beep, beep, beep, “boys get up it is time for schools” words spoken every single school day i have ever experienced by the mother of all my brothers and I. Toledo a city ranked 54th on top 100 most dangerous cities, and a 26.3% poverty rating. Growing up in Toledo, and the city of Bowling Green, Ohio can be difficult and very stressful. A single mother, in a very low income household. Where everything is earned and nothing is given, lessons taught by my father at a young age. Growing up in two different cities my family and I had to grow up fast.

We had rented a cabin I couldn’t wait to get to the cabin and see my family. The cabin was really big ,a lot bigger than I imagined, my little cousin and I ran in as fast as we could we each only grabbed one of our bags. We got an upstairs room and it bunk beds and a big bathroom , I chose the bottom bed so she could have the top plus I had the best view of the TV first thing we did we unpack all of our stuff

I want to be one of the first to welcome you to Eastpointe, Michigan. This is a pretty typical town. A very neutral balance between Black and White people. A slowly rising crime rate and mediocre schools. This town is typical for me, but probably is very different from what you’re accustomed in Africa.

I am from rolling green hills, always flowing free with buck and doe, From the wooden floors and carpets laced with dog hair To the echo of roaring bush hogs and tractors throughout the air I am from the black mud courtesy of passing ducks I am from the little black dog who chased a more youthful self Across the kitchen, around the island, trip, fall I’m from artistry and creative souls, aged finer than wine I’m from paint, clay, and most of all, color, that has skipped me entirely From the countless books read, to the times in Youngstown I’m from warm heads in warmer laps Baked goods, Rhode Island Red hens

My life in Jefferson, Mississippi, was a bit tragic, dramatic, and painful. It changed all my world after my father’s death. My life was not easy. I did what it took for me to be a happy woman. I had a good house, but who would think my life was a disaster?

When we got to our Grandparent’s house, my mom’s family side, in Watertown we had supper and went to church at 7:00. The church was packed so we had to sit in the balcony, and the balcony is cool because it sort of wraps around the top. When we got home we relaxed and just hung out. The next morning I woke up late, and my

I yelled “how could this day get any worse” that was my first mistake. When we went all went to visit my old house it was so bad it looked like a bear climbed into it and destroyed it and they left it in rubble I am not kidding what so ever the tree had a crack in it everything was everywhere and everyone especially me and Bando were in shock. It was the one place I truly learned to love where some of my best moments were created. I got so emotional it wasn’t even funny I cried so much I had mixed feelings I was mad and sad.