Personal Narrative: My Cinnamon Toaster

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Never will I ever forget the Sunday morning when I jumped out of bed and plopped my Cinnamon Toaster Strudel into the toaster carelessly, moments before my world turned upside down. I awoke to the echoes of my mom 's voice shouting my name at the early hour of eight o 'clock. It was time to rise out of bed so I could ingest some breakfast before having to fast for Mass. I obeyed the woman who gave me the gift of life by hopping out of bed promptly. I was actually very excited to eat my Cinnamon Toaster Strudel; having this for breakfast was a little recess every once in a while from the quotidian bowl of Cheerios and milk. I placed the pastry into the rightmost slot, turned the dial to the lowest setting, and pulled down the lever with enthusiasm. During the 365 days I was waiting for it to finish, I amused myself by fiddling with the icing bag, and even sneaking a little taste on my fingertip. At last, the golden brown breakfast pastry sprung from the top of the toaster. I smeared the rest of the unhealthy, white supplement on top and observed it drip over the sides. Finally, I bit into the piece of golden heaven, for what I wish I had known was my piece of nourishment for fourteen hours. Midway through that delicious chew, I was almost certain that a stranger had broken into my house and stabbed me in the side with a steak knife, but…show more content…
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