Personal Narrative Analysis

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Growing up we always have someone in our life who looks after us until we reach an age when we need less supervision. This person is also someone who we often enough look to in stressful times. For me this person is my dad. My dad and I do not always see eye to eye but we have a strong relationship that we can fall back on. The relationship has been tested at times. Things that are tested in it are disagreements, changes in view, or when I do something he thinks isn’t right. One time my dad and I took a fishing trip to Baucus Minnesota. Over this trip we had many fun times. One day we were on the boat and it was midafternoon the fish weren’t biting like they were earlier that morning. My dad wanted to leave. But I wanted to stay and fish a little while longer. He said “what’s the point of fishing if the fish aren’t biting” I responded with “what would we be doing if we were not fishing right now. I finally gave in and we got off the lake and then went to a nice restaurant and at the end of it my dad was right and we had a good day. …show more content…

When I was younger it was always my sisters and my brother.

When my sister moved out this past year I felt like I gained more expectation and responsibility than I had ever had before. When my sister left I remember my dad telling me “now that your sister is gone you’re going to have to help out around here a little more” I responded to my dad with “If you need something done just ask” once she moved out not much changed except for the fact I had to get my siblings from school and occasionally pick my brother up from football or basketball practice. This is another way of showing the strong relationship my dad and I have. Through communication we can keep it

strong. Just over a year ago my dad got the idea of buying an acreage and remodeling it. Of course this was going to be yet another busy extra event in my life that I would have to make time for. One day when I got home from practice my dad Said “get ready we are going to take a ride” I was a little hesitant when he said this but I responded with “okay where are we going? What did I do” He said “nothing, it’s a surprise though” After a long 27-minute drive to Ireton Iowa we turned down a gravel road and then turned right into a driveway. We got out of the car and there it was a beat down house with holes in the roof covered by a tarp. I told my dad “you are crazy if you think you can fix this place up”. He said “we will get it done” after we spent nearly every weekend for an entire year we finally got it done and are now living there. One thing that tested my relationship with my dad was 2 summers ago my dad’s week started with a bad stomach ache. It got to the point where he had to go to the doctors. This was crazy because my dad never goes to the doctor. Once he got to the hospital they looked at his stomach and found out it was gyberticulidose. This is a disease where seeds get stuck in the intestines. He was med flight’ed to Sioux city where he had one surgery. Following his surgery, he was sedated for 7 days. Once he woke up he was in the hospital for another week doing CT scans. They noticed a spot on his kidney and it worried the doctors. So after his recovery a month after his first

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