Personal Narrative: Valley Fair

I could smell the distant sugar covered churros as we neared our local county fair, what a sight, there were countless games and rides to choose from. Hey, wait up Ash I said as she was already rushing over to the churro cart. She turned around and smiled and started running to the cart. Well, that basically summed up our relationship. Just as I was about to begin running someone grabbed my hand, I could already sense the enthusiasm from their hands. When I looked back I none other than my friend Ethan. We talked a bit, then I realized that I forgot to catch up with Ash so we exchanged numbers. As I began running we were both going to same way and I bumped into him and we both dropped our phones. I quickly grabbed one and I said a quick goodbye

I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided

Today, my family and I went to Kings Island and we made it through the exhausting car ride..We walked into the park and we were started looking for somewhere for a roller coaster to ride like the small ,medium, big, and huge I wanted to go on a medium kind roller coaster. We roamed around a little going around checking all of the places to eat, little games to play, and the huge rides they have. I said to my dad “ There's a lot of places to eat here.” he and said “I wonder why it’s always packed too.” I tried to figure out why but I just forgot about it and we went looking around some more until we find the perfect ride

The Oklahoma State Fair is a huge attraction in the heart of Oklahoma. It brings in nearly one million people annually. Making an appearance every September for the last one hundred years, it combines tasty foods, thrilling rides, and exciting shows and festivals. The Oklahoma State Fair caters to a wide audience and is a one of a kind experience for the whole family.

I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen.

As I peer through the thick smoke, reminding myself why I chose to come in the first place, I see a half dead man on the floor- begging for water. We don’t have enough food or clothes. There are very few of us left to fight against the redcoats. Even though on some days we are cheerful, we are starving and freezing. I am wondering if I should re-enlist or go back home. I just hope I will live to tell my story of Valley Forge. The huts are filled with thick smoke, people are sick and dying, but we are still cheerful. I have chosen to stay, or re-enlist because of the positive attitude of the soldiers, to fill in for the sick, dead, and deserters, and I want to represent our country- the reason I came.

It was the last inning in our all-star game, and we were losing 10 to 8. Our team had 2 outs and we couldn’t get the third. Our pitcher was doing bad, throwing all balls, while all of us in the field were tired, ready to fall asleep at any moment. There goes another walk. They score again. Great! I was thinking. At this point in the game I thought for sure that I would die right there in center field. However, baseball is baseball and things can change rather rapidly.

This psychological assignment requires us to break a social norm. In my case, I decided to break an appearance social norm. I thought in something weird, but at the same time really funny. Therefore, I entered to my little walking closet and I took the most brilliant and extravagant high heels shoes that I found to wear them at a place when people usually used flip flops.

I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in.

Entering the store, the cashiers were engaged with customers so I proceeded to walk up and down the aisles looking at the shelves and floor area. They both appeared stocked and organized. All products were pulled toward the front of the cooler and doors had no visible marks or smudges.

As raising a ranch with cows, chickens, pigs ects animals it is a hassel. Having my husband telling me to always get up early to have him food ready by when he awakes. Having to clean the ranch and feeding the animals. I cant sleep in if I do my husband turns into an ogar and I know whats coming for me a beating. I do as he pleases I wake up every morning at 5 am before the sun comes up but I dont due my choars. I leave the house and walk to my neighbors house. As she leaves to do some shopping I watch her kids the ones I wasnt able to give my husband I question my self and maybe that is why he treats me the way he does.

There are so many movies I watched during my childhood, but my favorite movie has to be Field of Dreams. The movie presents one of the most interesting baseball stories ever. Field of Dreams was produced in April of 1989. I can’t imagine anyone who loves the game of baseball not liking this movie. I love this movie as it connects with two things I love the most, God and baseball.

"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported."

You don't want to know me. You'll sit there expecting me to open up about how shitty my life has been, or is. The first agenda on your list is probably my childhood, right? You want to me to tell you how lousy it was, that my parents never loved me as much as my sister, that I resented my father for that until he dropped dead. No, you don't want to hear all that Good Will Hunting kind of crap. Plus, I don't feel like re-living it if you don't want to know the truth.

It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.