Personal Narrative On Snellville

"Charlie," I heard my mom yell,"go walk the dog." I went to get the leash and called for Pluto. He can running and jumped up on me, "Down boy, I love walks too, but you need to calm down. I put the leash on him and we took off... We walked past my school, the park, my friend Dallas ' house, the grocery store, and my older brother 's school.

My Fear I slowly stepped backward skimming the rough, and rugged stony cave walls. As I kept walking backward as twelve inch scars formed rapidly on my forearms. My hands were sweating and my body was crammed with fear. A milky white ghost was following me like a shadow. I tried to take another step backward, but my bare foot backed into a sharp rocky third wall behind me.

Escobar drove home in my Porsche Cayenne after a long day at the hospital. When I arrived home, I instantly smelled my wife 's Menudo Rojo cooking. “Hello Juan, why so late tonight? It 's almost nine.” my wife asked and handed me a glass of red wine.

I remember the first time I left Memphis. It was also the first time I rode on an airplane. I was thirteen years old, around the time of Christmas. My parents thought it would be a good Christmas present if we all went on vacation for a change.

Dear friends, dear listeners, dear parents, dear children and most important of all, dear audience who is gathering today, this evening 1 week after 9/11 attack. One week after the most terrifying, insane and most inhumanely terror attack ever seen in our History. We are all gathering praying for the innocent people who tragically lost their lives. Many of us lost a part of our heart, a part that belongs to the innocent who is no longer here. Hopefully they will end up a way better and beautiful place than here, let us pray for that.

‘’RR’’ I bounced on the old rusty trampoline, preparing myself to flip over and do a tuck. I looked at the camera I had set up to record myself, I had sworn I was doing it wrong and I needed to see what I was doing. I soon later found out I was doing it REALLY wrong. I take a deep breathe even though I've done this so many times before, I then do the actual flip.

In the summer of 2012, was when I was leaving for Virginia. A lot had happened in the previous months before this moment. Things such as my mom getting a new car, getting a new dog, my mom having a heart attack, and so on. Over everything that was happening, the biggest thing was moving across country from Arizona. Although, the hardest part for me was leaving my dad behind.

I’m not an orator, nor am I a scholar. Though I do enjoy a good debate and engaging in intellectual conversations ; I feel like I am never “good-enough”. I always seem to find myself comparing myself to others. Whether it’s my grades or appearance. I never feel worthy.

Trips to Lake Tahoe are like an ancient, sacred ritual for my family; much like some families that slice into a turkey at Thanksgiving, my tightly-knit family journeys to Tahoe annually. The beauty and majesty of nature draws us like bees to honey. The fresh water and high altitude makes my thoughts clear, and cleanses my soul. The yearly trip signifies the start of my year, and makes me ponder the changes and concurrencies of my life. Packing for the trip is like second nature for me now, and I memorized our path.

It felt like the lids to my eyes where being forced open while cans of salt pored into them. I moved my arms in front of me to act as my eyes and I could feel my flesh grinding and oozing as though it was replaced with something fowl. With chard fingers I felt around my face, feeling the skin that protected my eyes, now as sharp as trillions of infinite razor blades. I opened my eyes once more and the light’s intensity burned into my eyes, but I could endure. I held my hands out once more hiding my eyes from the intense light.