When I Was A Vagrant Personal Narrative

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My eyes shift down to the ground and notice a long, slimy, blue creature slithering into the depths of the sewers.I quickly snap my head to the side, only to see a pair of yellow slitted eyes sink away into the shadows.Quickly, I put up an invisible force field around my mom, two older brothers, and younger sister to protect them from the fiends of the streets. Ten years old is when I realized I had amazing powers, it was also the time when I became homeless and walked the streets of downtown Dallas with nothing but my family, and my imagination. I realize now that these “powers” helped me through my toughest ordeals. Traversing the diverse and mysterious streets, the cavernous like alleyways and the wonder-filled grassy fields of the highways sated my young minds curious hunger for knowledge of the world. To me, I was not some poor vagrant; I was a gallant adventurer who ventured out into the world, warding off all the evil fiends of the shadows from my mom and …show more content…

Being the young naïve child that I was, I didn’t fully understand just what it meant to be “struggling,” even though I had experienced not having anything but the clothes on my back and whatever I could fit into a backpack. It wasn’t until I witnessed my mother crying, that I truly understood the daunting situation we were in. My mom was the strongest person in my life to me as a kid (and still is), and to see a strong woman like her crying, just made my insides churn and my heart ache with each beat. A wave of guilt washed over me, I had failed, I failed to protect her from the evil fiends, and I had failed to become the knowledgeable nomad who could solve any and every problem. I did not let the guilt take full control over me, though; I instead vowed to change everything wrong in my mom’s life, for her sake, only further fueling the embers of ambition and creation within

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