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Reflection on writing personal narrative
Reflection on writing personal narrative
Reflection on writing personal narrative
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Today I wake up and stretch. I look around and see what's going on. I spent the night up on the bed and is so very comfortable. I normally get to spend my night sleep next to my parents if you will. I tend to stay on my mom's side as she is more willing to let me have some space. Dad doesn’t like when im on his side. I hear them starting to get up from there sleep. Mom will normally get up first so I stand up and look at her and jump off towards the door. I know she's the one who let me out first. So I head to the hallway then turn around and sit and stare at her hoping she gets up. Luckily she does. I wait patiently for her to come out the room and head down the stairs to the door. At the do I sit patiently while she gets there. Finally she opens the door and let me out. …show more content…
I head out to fence to fence and look and listen.
I head down the fence and circle the yard to see whats going on. Nothing to today so far. I go take care of my business and head out to look at the front of the house. I thought I heard something that way. I look around but don’t see anything so I head to the door. Nobody is there to get me. I head over to the window and put my front paws on the window sill and look in. This normally gets there attention. After a few seconds the door opens and I head in. I head over to my house and lay down. Time for a quick
nap.
I come home from college and see my mom cooking dinner over the stove as I walk up the stairs. My tiredness sets in as I rush to my room to put down my heavy bag. My mom yells to me as I start to change my clothes.
It is a Tuesday night in San Marcos Texas, it is a bit chilly outside as I walk up and down the square looking for a section of bars I can observe. As I walked East on Hopkins street I stumbled upon two bars, Harpers Brick Oven Sports Pub and The Porch. Both bars were packed with what looked like a mix of native San Marcos residents, and college students. These two bars shed light on what the square is; a welcoming place with a carefree atmosphere for all people who call San Marcos home to enjoy.
I moved to the house I now live in when I was three years old. I was so excited to move as this meant I was going to live closer to my grandpa. What I did not realize was what wonderful neighbors my family would have. Although the neighbors’ kids were all a lot older than my brother and me, they were always very nice and would play lots of different games with us. I thought this was so cool considering that they were all boys. The oldest boy, Jayson, had cerebral palsy. Jayson was 18 years old. He walked a little funny and talked a little funny, but he was so friendly.
It was time for bed which meant it was story time. I would lie down in my huge bed, all cuddled up in my fuzzy blanket. I patiently waited for my mom to be done with washing the dishes. We started by choosing a book from the many books on the shelf. Our shelf was filled vivid multicolored books. All stacked from the tiniest to the She began to read with her Mexican accent, reading those English words carefully to not mess up.The comfortable feeling in her voice so soft and silvery. I would begin to yawn and I felt the sleepiness hit me, which was normal. I would rub my eyes and try to be awake. I felt my eyes slowly closing. Before I knew it, I was knocked out.
I jumped up from my chair in the living room and sprinted into the kitchen. I opened the kitchen door, immediately seeing my mom's favorite bowl from France. Completely shattered. I knew my mother would kill me when she found out. I sighed and told Levi to go watch TV in the living room, so he'd be out of my way.
I decide to watch the sunset from wherever the sliding glass door leads. I slide out of the unfamiliar bed and use my hands to feel my surroundings that the light through the window does not clearly show. I am caught off guard by the light in the room coming on. "Ahhhhh!" I scream.
I walk inside and go to the office I walk to the door of the office, stand behind the door frame, look for people and see Mrs. Elaine. I walk up to Mrs. Elaine and she says “Hi Nora. We called your mom she will be here soon. Okay?” I run up to Mrs. Elaine and give her the biggest hug I can without hurting my arm that feels like it’s burning. “Hi Nora! We called your mother and she said she will call your grandma to come pick you up from school. Okay?”
Only his old weathered beagle barks fiercely at the anomaly. It runs back and forth, with frantic gestures. Nobody else seems to mind the strange entity. My hand reaches for the wet newspaper at the end of my driveway.
My mom woke me the following morning. She had decided to bring me breakfast in bed...
"It 's time to wake these little troublemakers up" I whispered half smiling. I went over to my closet and got change. As I went and open the bedroom door, I then stop completely midway at the door. I take one good glance back and proceeded my way out the door and into the hallway. The girl 's room is right down the hall from my bedroom. I walk down the hall and open the girl 's bedroom door slowly and silently, so I wouldn 't startle the girls if they were still asleep. I see both of them sound asleep. Makes me feel guilty to wake them up from their peace and wonderful dream worlds. But, I had to wake them up and get them all neat and tidy
I plead my case. My mom smiles and nods. I run off to the
Living in a very safe and small community has sheltered me in a few ways. Growing up in Arundel, I never questioned whether I was in a safe area or not. As a kid, I never thought about the people in the world that could have bad intentions, everything was simple, living in a town where everyone knows everyone. With crime not being very common, I never felt that I was in any danger. Because my father is a cop, I was always protected from the little crime that had taken place.
A few minutes later, my mom woke me up and we went into a room. There
So it all started a month ago. I was sitting on my couch reading a book, when somebody knocked on the door. I hoped it was a pizza-delivery guy with my hours ago ordered pizza. When I looked outside there was nobody there. I immediately forgot about the suspicious knocking and went back to reading one of the sequels of Harry Potter. I hadn’t been reading a book for 5 minutes when somebody knocked on my door again. This time I didn’t even want to get up again, but I did, still hopelessly thinking of my pizza. I opened the door and there was nobody there again. So I decided to take a little walk to see who is knocking at my door and then running away.
Getting up like the speed of light, I sprint into the bathroom. Walking towards our dining room；my energy supply station where my body is filled up and energized with mum's excellent cooking. Daffodils on the table smiles and bows as if they are saying 'Good Morning".Hearing the rumble sound of the lawn mower, I know dad is using his dark green weeding machine, a very noisy contraption which I am sure wakes our neighbour! After breakfast, mum continues her daily routine which starts with cleaning up the kitchen and giving commands to other members in the family. She ordered me to clean and tidy my room immed...