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Personal Narrative-Out In Snow

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Out in Snow
Have you ever felt awfully bewildered and frightened? I pushed redial, but nobody answered the phone. I started pacing; I went faster and faster until it lead me to the front door. I couldn’t wait anymore. I walked out into the blizzard; it felt as cold as Antarctica.
I was only five years old when my mother left me home alone for the longest ten minutes of my life to drop my brothers off to school. It was a blizzard outside and I was sleeping cozily tucked away in my bed when I suddenly awoke out of nowhere and started searching for my mother in the house stumbling over the few silly bands I owned; I was a bit of a Scrooge when it came to spending money. My mother was nowhere to be found, so I started to stall my worries by watching

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