Personal Narrative: Hosting Uranus

December 11, 2013. Around 5:00 I was sleeping in my bed, but then eventually my dad came thought the door the door followed with a bang. The bang woke me up my dad said get up get somethings where going to the hospital, I was up and I out of my bed as if I was in the Military. Then out the door, but my dad had to go back to lock the door, then to the Hospital where my mom was. We were at the hospital, but we walk like a snail into the hospital because it was icy you couldn’t see the ground because of the snow with the cold air blowing in my face, my dad said my nose was red and my eyes were watering so he held my face against his big brown winter coat he wore for work. We entered the hospital I could feel the warm air in my face, then my dad slowly moved my head away from his coat.

The scariest most painful thing that has ever happned to me was in kindergarden when I broke my arm. Me and my cousin, Taylnn were at my grandparents house when it happned. Taylnn and I were fooling around and she jumped from the tall dresser to the bed. Being her little cousin I looked up to her and wanted to try to jump from the dresser to the bed just like she did. So, She slowly helped me get on top of the dresser. I was so terrifyed when I reached the top. I looked down the tall brown dresser. I wanted to get down , but she urged me own. So I closed my eyes and jumped. I didnt make the jump I started to scream,cry, and yell. My arm felt like it was going to fall off ! I didnt know what happned to my arm ,It just hurt like crazy!

Concussion? Ever got one? It hurts to get a concussion… a lot. I did have one experience, I mean the first experience getting a concussion. I got only one concussion… so far. I also learned a lesson about running…

It was a hot, humid day in July. The kind that makes your hair frizz and your pits stink. My dad’s softball tournament was in full swing. They were in the bottom of the fifth with two outs, and his team was up by four. “It’s candy time!” The kids would scream, and off we’d go.

When officer toke me to Roberto school I was scared but when Roberto got into the car too we

As a member of the LGBT community, I see America through the eyes of someone who has had to struggle to gain acceptance from others and themselves. When you are gay or transgender not everyone is going to accept or understand you, but you have a chance to be who you are because in America you can build your own path. To me, Americans are like phoenixes; we can rise from the ashes of our pasts, and build ourselves up creating our own sense of liberty and freedom.

I remember that night as if it were crystal clear. The night in which an unfortunate realization took place, a reality check if you’d rather. It was the beginning of my freshman year of high school, I was at home along with the rest of my family. My older sister was doing homework and i was surfing through the channels, bored as usual. I recalled my mom being in the laundry room, so I proceeded to go in that direction in hopes of being entertained. As I arrived at the door, I could, by the thick mexican accent, infer she was on the phone with someone who didn’t speak Spanish. As I opened that door, I could never forget my mother’s frustrated, anxious, and hesitant face. She forced the phone to my face, and asked me to translate. Since, this

Although my parents were with me on a trip to Fredericksburg, Texas, years ago, my vacation was fun, bizarre, and terrifying. While on vacation, my parents gave me a plethora of instructions and rules; evidently, I did not follow many of the them. One of the rules was to stay away from an old wagon in the front yard of our vacation house in an attempt to avoid injury. After the wagon’s large, rusty wagon wheel fell on my head and blood covered my face, I learned to always follow my parents’ rules and to stay as calm as possible in terrifying instances.

On one never-to-be-forgotten night in October of 2014, my family had a plan to go to one of the scariest, terrifying, and craziest haunted places in America, Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. I was nervous to go, but my parents convinced me to go. Before we left, my parents made me take the dog out, clean my room, and take the trash out, I was already in a bad mood before we even took off to go.

Here we are, out in the middle of nowhere, just flying around. None of us know how we got here or what we are doing, maybe we are trying to fly to heaven, maybe we just want to have some fun. We could be dreaming, we could be dying, or we could just be imagining.

“Oh please! You guys say that you want to move into this new house because it looks great. The real reason is because the commute to my therapist is much faster. I’m fine mom and dad! I don’t need antidepressants nor do I need a therapist. Maybe the real reason why I have been depressed all these years is because you have no interest towards my life. Ever since you thought I starting having problems, you look at me like I am a deformed stranger!”

It was never about Christmas, it was about how I changed myself. Before I never had Max, I never lived in that mountain. I never had family or anyone to talk to. I was all alone. I don’t remember that much of the story about why I started hating christmas. The story many Whos’ say about me is based on fear, some things may be true, like how my heart became two sizes too small, and how I actually tried to steal Christmas, this was all me hating myself. However, now I will talk about the real story, with no whos’ alongside with me, this is the true story of how I, the Grinch, stole Christmas.

During a tour of the infamous Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, California, two adventurous teens get separated from the group and find themselves locked in the house overnight.

I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did. He was coming up with elaborate conspiracies about the people in the haunted house, and the haunted house itself. It was a long wait for the house, but all of Zack’s talking and excitement filled up that time well. I just was feeling good about myself, and thinking about how this haunted house wouldn’t be scary at all.

We found a new exit but we haven't been there so it was new to us so we took the chance and went that way. It had a sign and it had read “ look out for animals such as deers “. But i thought they had noticed it but no , i was wrong. I was looking out the window and saw little deers playing , they were so adorable but then suddenly a big elder deer came running onto the street while my dad was on his phone checking the gps , i had yelled “ dad watch out “ , he turned the steering wheel round and round me and jill only had our seatbelts on but moms and dads broke. The car was going in circles and we stopped by the car getting crashed into a big tree. The problem was the car had crashed by the front of the car. I looked over at jill she had s few cuts because of the window being broken but then i had seen something i never ever wanted to see , my parents they , they were covered with blood i had shaken jill and told her mom and dad had cuts and covered in blood. She had taken off her seatbelt and checked for there pulse but then she had looked at me and shook her head