Chuck E Cheese Mascots-Personal Narrative

September 1, 2000 the day I was brought into this world. Probably the best looking baby on the block and everyone wanting to hold me. I was the youngest of three Japhet, Hayden and me. They took care of me quite well and protected me like no other, for I was the only girl out of the three. I had a great childhood as I could remember, having birthday parties, fighting with my brothers, and watching soccer games with the whole family. With me being the only girl it was finally time my mom was able to buy all the dresses, hair accessories, and shoes. Yet once she put any type of hair accessory in my hair I immediately took it off and didn’t let her put it back in. I don’t really remember my infant years but I probably just ate, pooped, cried,

and slept.
Kindergarten, the first day of a long school career. I remember going into kinder and my mom snapping picture. It was a blur but these two things I still recall. Making friends right off the bat made my talking non stop, day after day. All I could remember is getting in trouble for talking in class. Which meant I got a lot of “red cards”instead of green. Everyone all got greens and sometimes yellow but I commonly got red. The second thing was sleeping behind Mrs. Rex the Kindergarten teacher as the time. From all the talking I did in class I got moved into the little nook where her desk was and slept all throughout Kinder. Not the best sleeping place because I would've liked to sleep with my friends but not that year.
Elementary was rough and stressful for me. With not having good grades, getting in trouble for talking, and having to sit by the tree most lunches. I try not to remember my elementary days but there is one memory that I won’t ever forget. Nicole at the time being my best friend in the first grade we did everything together. Yet one day we were together for too long. It was recess time while the high schoolers had lunch, and I really need to use the restroom. So of course Nicole came with me as company and also because I was scared I would get locked in the bathroom. Once arriving to the bathroom there was a white sheet of paper placed on the door. As we looked at each other not quite knowing what it said I continued going in. The sign had looked suspicious so I asked Nicole if she could hold the door. After I was done for some reason Nicole had let go of the door and forgot all about it. So as Nicole reached over to open the door it wouldn't open. She tried it a couple of times but nothing, and then we started to freak out.
Only being in first grade we didn’t know what to do. We got on the ground to see through the crack of the door to see if anybody was there, but nothing. Frantically we started yelling and banging on the door hoping someone would open it. It felt like an eternity until finally someone yelled from the other side saying “Hello?” We started yelling again, and explaining how we got stuck. “I’ll go get the principle,” waiting around five more minutes for someone to open the door. Finally seeing day like there was a crowd on the other side, embarrassed of what had happen I was just glad we got out. Then someone had said “Didn’t you read the sign?” for it had said “Out of order.” Thankful that I was just out of the bathroom and still got to play before recess was over.
I lived in a small apartment in Barrio logan around eight years which was a good amount of fun. There was a moment in those apartments that I will never forget. As I was sitting on the couch probably watching KPBS I heard a knock on the door, I rushed to get my brothers for I was always scared of someone kidnapping me. “Hayden, Japhet! Someone knocked on the door, can you go see?” We all walked together and Japhet got up to see through the peephole. Then looked at Hayden and looked scared “Hurry go hide Shakty!” Hayden grabbed me and ran to the closet, I was scared out of my mind. I started to cry and freak out, and all Haydent told me was “Stay here and don’t make a noise, I’ll come get you.” Ballin out my eyes and wondering what was going on. I heard a lot of commotion and my brother “fighting.”
In the closet for around two hours, my brothers were just messing with me. Crying so much I had fallen asleep and they had forgotten about me in the closet. Until my mom came home and asked for me. When they opened the closet I was deep asleep as the light woke me up and I told everything to my mom, for the rest didn’t go well. My childhood was pretty insane and growing up with two older brothers toughened me up. My parents always placed us in sports as we were growing up my brother trying out more sports than I. We all played soccer yet Hayden was the only one who ended up playing till this day. Practice was rough and lasted around three hours. We would run around five to laps around the whole park, and continues running during the drills. Dying as I was running the coach wouldn't let us stop. Sunday morning games were the worst for me. Waking up as a kid was not my thing, and having ADD when I was younger and not knowing it explains a lot now.
Every Sunday game was the same for me. I would wake up early, gear up, and head to the field. As I was “playing” which consisted of playing with the grass, flowers, and asking every kid if they were okay every time they fell was all I did. I was always distracted by everything else and never focused on the game. Which made my parents realized that the sport wasn’t for me. Yet I played for around three years and don’t remember much now. The thing that I do remember was going to my older brothers soccer game and buying chips, candy, and ice cream from the lady that would sell every game. I probably gained two pounds every week from that lady, but it was a good time.
Now for the parties my parents would make for us, now that something I will always remember. My parents didn’t go to extreme but big enough for all my friends to say it was a great party. The party that I will always remember was my ninth birthday. Mostly everyone from the class came and they all had to wear purple which was mandatory. There was decorations, a jump house, piñata, cake, candy bags, food, and snacks. Everyone came right on time and the party began. With jumping in the bounce house, eating until our pants didn’t fit, and everyone slambing my face into the cake all the way to the table. As it was time to sings everyone gathered around me to take a picture and sing happy birthday. Someone they said, “We should sing how they sing in Gifford’s class.” Once they started all my relatives just shocked yet smiled for it was cute, hearing all our high voices at the time screaming. After singing all the tradition songs it was finally time to bite into the cake. Keep in mind around eighteen kids were all being me, maybe even more. As I was about to bite the cake everyone tried to get a hold of my head and push me in. My face went in so deep that my face hit the table the cake was on! I freaked out but laughed it off. We then hit the piñata which everyone's batting skills came out and everyone got scraped knees from trying to dive and get the candy on the cement floor. It lasted until late at night and I slept fantastic from the incredible party I had.
Then there were that one party that went bad.

I was a bit younger so I didn’t know what was going on until I got the Chuck E Cheese. Once I got there I was in awe with all the lights flashing before me, and the smell of pizza in the air. Stoked out of my mind I ran to were all my friends were. We played all the machines and tried to get as many tickets for the prize booth. It was finally time to eat, which we were seated right in front of the stage they had with all the mascots. Behold the Chuck E Cheese mascot which was a rat came out and my eyes widen and I started running. Figuring out where to hide, I went under the table. My mom told me to get out from under and that nothing was going to happen to me. Yet I didn’t trust her until I went into a room where some of my aunts, mom, and the mascot were there. Still freaking out the mascot took of its head and behold a human. At that time I didn’t know that someone was inside and my mom tried on the head to show me that everything was going to be okay. Relieved that the human rat wasn’t going to harm me, I went about the party and had a good rest of the day. Yet we never ended up having another party again at Chuck E. Cheese.
As I got older I got into new hobbies one of them skateboarding. Japhet and I were walking around the neighborhood and we saw a skateboard just laying around. Nobody was around so we ended up taking it back home. Japhet had recently boughten a skateboard so I used the one we found. Practicing and scraping

our skin we got the hang of it. We spent most afternoon in the parking lot of our apartment until it was dark. Surprisingly I was a bit better than Japhet but it was probably because I was half his size and kept my balance. We had a great bonding time together and laughs until we stopped skating.
One afternoon Japhet and I decided to get food, so we ended up skating there. There was a massive hill and wasn’t very smooth. Scared out of my mind, I just sat on my board and went down, but of course Japhet not thinking straight at the time went for it. Waiting for him at the end of the hill I was that it wasn’t going to well towards the middle. The street floor was cracked which made the wheel of the skateboard stop and Japhet go flying a couple feet. I ran towards him to see what had happen and it did not look good. His jeans had ripped in the knee and blood was everywhere. That moment was a blur so I didn’t remember much but what I do was Japhet biting down on a towel as my mom poured alcohol on his open wound. So that was the end of my skateboarding career as well as Japhet’s.
As I got new and old hobbies, I finally got to take gymnastics class.

I had always been pretty flexible and every year as I was the olympics it intrigued me. The first day I went was all mixed emotions but I was crazy excited. We started off with stretching which made me realize that there were others that had no flexibility in their body whatsoever. The staff was quite impressed on what I was able to do, which made me feel ten times better. Yet I was lacking in the arms for I had “noodle arms.” Pulling up on the bar made my arms wiggle, and was impossible to flip over. Embarrassed that I had no upper body straight made my confidence a zero, until I got to the beam not that was my jam. Right on the first day I was able to do a cartwheel of the 4.1 feet tall beam; now that made my confidence shoot up to a ten. Sore from the first couple of days I got used to it by the second week. After the course was done I had… a six pack and I was around twelve years old. Those classes made me

ripped.