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Tears filled my eyes as I saw the blood in my hands and all over the lower section of my body. My parents rushed over and saw my bike over me with leaves and blood pouring out in me.. They pulled me up. I finally noticed the pain I was in. I noticed grass and leaves seeped into my injuries that made me look worse. This sounds like a bad thing, but how did it happen? What lead up to this? Well, let me explain... It was a normal Saturday morning with the sun shining, and me waking up at six. I was in Second grade and when my brain was not yet functioning for the new day. It was the normal routine; breakfast, go outside, and spend the rest of the day watching TV. My parents asked if I wanted to go for a walk, and I agreed to go because I was

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It was my senior year of high school, I was sixteen, getting ready to turn seventeen. It was my senior year of high school. I was not your typical girl wearing makeup everyday and worrying about getting dolled up for school. I did not play sports. Don’t get me wrong, I would get all dolled up if I had something special to do like go to a school dance. I had a part time job at Olive garden because my parents motto was “if you do not play a sport you need to work!” My mom used to say to me “you know Alana back in my time I was not able to work so you are very lucky you're able to work.
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My Fear of Gamma Ray Bursts in New York City
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Early in the morning, too early to remember, Mom walked into my tiny bedroom and woke me up. Like every other day, this one was beginning to be a normal one. Cinnamon oatmeal, milk, and iced tea started my day. Of course I was excited to hangout with Mom in Manhattan, trips like these didn't happen every day. I was only ten years old at the time and it was still fun to ride the subway.
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Personal Narrative on Divorce
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It was the last Saturday in December of 1997. My brother, sister, and I were chasing after each other throughout the house. As we were running, our parents told us to come and sit down in the living room. They had to tell us something. So, we all went down stairs wondering what was going on. Once we all got down stairs, the three of us got onto the couch. Then, my mom said, “ Well…”
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Personal Narrative- My Near Drowning Experience
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On that fateful day in March, I was a couple months shy of my third birthday. My family and I lived in New Mexico at the time and were renting a house with an outdoor in-ground pool. The day was beautiful. I was outside with my oldest sister Rachel and my father. Rachel was diligently reading curled up on a bench that sat against the house, and my father was mowing the backyard. My mother and my other sister were in the house. Off to one side of the house there was a group of large bushes. I was playing over there with one of her large cooking pots, off in my own little world. At one point while amusing and en...
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Free Personal Narratives: Camping!
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It was in July, and we wanted to go camping. I asked my dad if we could go up to our family's cabin in Elk Springs, which is near Montrose. He agreed, so Chase, Tyler and I, all sixteen years old, packed our stuff and were ready to go camping. With excitement, we jumped into Chase's truck, and took off to the woods.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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" mommy what is she talking about " i lied to keep you guys safe because if i told you the truth you would think diffrent of me " camron why are you crying " " im not crying beth i dont cry " " everyone cries camron evern daryl and he's one of the strongest people i know " i hate to leave you too . we were friends for so long you,me, and sophia i dissaperd and reaperd just like that " hey cam " " hi camron " " hi carl hi sophia " " cam whats wrong you look sad ? " . " its nothing sophia but can i tell you guys somthing " we trusted each other then . She died . Lori remember i was there carl i saw what happened and i dissaperd right after and im sorry " dad have you seen camron " " sorry carl havn't seen her but i'll keep an eye out " "okay
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Personal Narrative: Waking Up In Pain
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It was just a normal day in Texas with my sister, my mother,and my father.My mother went to go do paperwork for something which left me and my sister alone.We were bored and there was no cable so we decided to go outside because it was also extremely hot. We went to go play with the neighbors, but as soon as we stepped out we saw our old bike so we took that instead.We took our turns, but instantly got bored.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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As a child, when I got upset my response used to cry and refuse to talk. Now a day as adult, I don't cry that often, but I have the patter of maintain salient, so I grow up keeping that behavior with me. The first time I suffered anxiety of separation was when I started school; I do remember those first day clearly. I cried very loud, I got frustrate, and I didn't want to come back to school. This first week was terrible for me, for my mother, and also for my teacher. Fortunately, my teacher was very professional and keep calm. My mother tried to talk to me, and explain that she had to leave, but she come back for me at noon. When I was a child I was not very good at making friend; even though I was a friendly girl, I had to deal with that
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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Running away from any problem only increases the distance from the solution. That quote helped me a lot and motivated me to be stronger. It showed me that I need to face my challenges.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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A typical morning for me when i was 15 was not only trying to get myself ready to walk a long distance to school, but to prepare my two little sisters for their school. I was only 11 years old when my dad left us(mom and siblings). Ever since my dad left us I had to face a lot of challenges knowing that since that moment my life had changed. When my dad left i ended up taking a lot of responsibly at a young age. I started working and wanted to help my mom. We got to a point where we became homeless and i missed a lot of school. When my dad left he took everything and the house my parents were paying was way too much for my mom to pay by herself because is was working in the fields picking fruits. When we were homeless we had to go back to mexico
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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I had achieved something. I conquered an impediment in my life. Something that was a burden to me since I said my first word. For seven years I was plagued by my inability to speak normally. After a school change and hours upon hours of speech therapy, I was able to talk normally. This accolade in my early life opened a door for me, and it also inadvertently shut one.
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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The best journey of my life so far was when I traveled to Hawaii for the Hawaii baseball World Series in July 2014. The team I went with was from San Diego and not one person from that team knew me besides the coach, which was my girlfriends grandpa. My best friend Mikey Alvarez and I had been chosen to play for the team and when I found out I was playing in Hawaii I was so excited I started to yell “Hawaii here we come,’’ with an extreme amount of excitement. Two weeks before my family and friends family went to Hawaii, we left to San Diego to meet up with the team. We left at the crack of dawn so that we would get there midday and it was very hot, especially because it was so packed in the car. Luckily I had nice ice cold refreshments to
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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When I was 8 years old my family moved to Red Bluff, CA. Soon after our arrival in Red Bluff my father moved to Eureka, CA to open a Mexican Restaurant. Later we found out that he had moved to be with his other family. This was when life as I had known it ceased to exist and was replaced with an unpleasant home life. In 2004, my parent’s marriage of 25 years came to an end. However, my father had not only divorce my mother, he had divorced his children as well. We never saw him and would rarely receive phone calls. My mother took on the responsibility of raising five children on her own without a single complaint. We were never without shelter, food or clothing, but I always felt the need to help out. At the age of 16 I got my first job and
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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The best thing that ever happened to me was eighth grade. This even surprised me
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Personal Narrative Analysis
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I can easily say that the University of Colorado-Boulder is the perfect place that I can see myself achieve success in my architectural engineering career, the place I would call home for the next four years, learning and making friends. Throughout these years I know I will be able to make a difference throughout society and not just be a number or a statistic.
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