Why I Narrowed-Personal Narrative

“Come on Kelly!” I screamed. “We need to get up and ready for our family picnic.”
“ I am getting ready!” Kelly replied. I ran down our hard, cold wooden stairs.
“Good Morning!” I said to my mom and dad.
“Good Morning Angila,” they replied. I walked down our long hall with white trim and light grey walls. I walked down to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of cereal with low fat milk. I grabbed a silver spoon with a vine engraved on the end. I sat at our long white table, there was a vase filled with beautiful flowers that my sister, Kelly, and I picked. After I finished my cereal I put my dirty dish in the dishwasher. Kelly walked down the stairs with her cloppy shoes that she got for her 6th birthday. She looked like a little princess, with her puffy dress and her hair in a little bun on the top of her head. She always wants to play dress up and be like a princess, but today she was a princess.

She walked up to me, and curtseyed.
“Why thank you!” she said as she was giggling. I was wearing a Navy blue tank top with a lace pattern on the neck and a coral colored sweater. I wore it with my light blue jeans, and I curled my hair. My parents always tell me that I am pretty, but they just say that because I am their child. I don’t think I am very pretty, at all.

Mom and Dad come out of their room all dressed in their nice clothing.
“Time to go,” Mom said, “Hop in the car.” I grabbed my bag off the counter and slipped on my silver sandals. I walked through our front door that is decorated for fall, with pumpkins and leaves. I walked over to our silver colored Suburban. I hopped in the right back seat and my sister sat in her pink booster on the left side. Dad climbed in the car and put the keys in the ignition, mom came running out the front door and quickly got in the car. She was holding our picnic basket that we almost forgot. Dad shut the white noisy garage door, and we pulled out of our long rectangular