Personal Narrative: My Love To Fish

On November 23, 1998 at 2:57 PM at the Louisville medical center I was born. I was the best anniversary present they could ask for. They thought I was going to be a boy, Jackson Reid, up until the point Dr. Collins said it's a girl! I was exactly 8 pounds 0 ounces and was 20.5 inches, I had blue eyes and dark hair. Every single thing that had our last name on it in the hospital room was spelled wrong. My first name is emry, because they met this family who had a little girl that spelled it Emory. So they decided to take it spelled a different way. My middle name is Fisher. My pop in Milton loves to fish and it also comes from the verse in Matthew. "Come follow me, and I will make you fishers of men."– Matthew 6:19 Of course I had many firsts

It had a red door.a huge yard and no fence except across the back, the people that lived behind us had longhorns. I can remember the exact layout of the house every single part except for my room, apparently it was yellow. I spent a lot of time with my cousins and swimming at my Mimi and Papa's house. Every month we would drive to Dallas to meet up with my papa Milton and have dinner. I had this John Deere tractor for kids of course and I wrote that all over the yard it was my favorite thing. In June 2000 my little sister Haddie was born. I can remember her nursery down to the tee where the crib, etc, It was a light blue room with A cow jumping over the moon. We had two people that live with us in that house Casey and Brandy I shared a bathroom with them. My friend Whitney lived down the street. When I was 2 1/2 my papa Milton died. I don't remember him, I really wish I did though, because I've only heard good things about him. In 2002 we moved down to new Braunfels because my dad got a job with YoungLife. we were waiting for house up in Argyle to sell and Nobody was buying houses at the time because of 9/11. We were living in a committee members pool house for two months because of that. I remember swimming in their pool it was my favorite thing, although every single day there would be a new scorpion down at the bottom of

There was absolutely nothing to do for little kids. No pool, no pond, no playground, I played in the rocks. The house you were staying in the woods of the flight of 75 stairs, so when we went up, we went up for the night. One night my mom decided that it be OK to leave us up there and join Camp for the night, she had done it a couple times before. I did up getting out of bed to go to the bathroom and when I tried to leave the bathroom the door was too heavy so I couldn't get it open, I was stuck in there for pretty long time. Haddie took advantage of that and pretty much threw everything out of her crib, and when my mom came in she said "mom I have a partay". While we were there we somehow got a hold of a new Braunfels newspaper and saw that the neighborhood we were moving into got