Personal Narrative Analysis

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"Freedom is never really won, you earn it and win it in every generation." -Coretta Scott King. this is her quote and I agree with her. When I was young I had a bedtime. When I got older that bedtime would be later. I also had a curfew. I had to be inside at a certain time of the day. If I broke the rule and came home late I would get grounded or they would lower the time that I had to come inside. If I was good and came in at the right time for two weeks I might have got the old time back to come inside. I was able to take the bus to school. If I was bad enough I would get kicked off then get grounded at home. I would be able to bring my food. If I were to bring something bad I would have to stop bringing my own food for a while. After

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