Personal Narrative: Memoir

The had 50 rain jackets to make the raft and they made paddles out of wood.” In the middle of the of the narration I got lost so I don’t know what happened next. After the narrating was over, me and my dad walked around the island, it was a beautiful sight! You could see the golden gate bridge and the water underneath, clouds in the sky the sun was bright my dad said

My personal memoir is going to be about when I moved here in Homedale, Idaho. When I was 6 I moved to Homedale and I was going to start 2nd Grade. When I got dropped off by my parents I went to the playground. When I was young I used to never speak to anyone because I was so shy and scared. When I got there a kid named Oscar came up to me and asked me what is your name, for a few seconds I stood there saying nothing and finally I said my name Osue. There were one of his friends that I remember, there was Antonio, but that wasn’t the first time I have seen Antonio because the house we moved into I went outside threw rocks and so did he but when I backed up and went forward etc. he copied me. I When we went I she Ms. Garrett was welcoming us

Losing someone who is close to you, usually happens to everyone. The difference between people when this situation occurs is how you live after it has happen. My six word memoir was “looking up and hoping you’re there”. My aunt unexpectedly passed away last year in April. No one really understood and to be honest, I still don’t understand why this would happen. I got called up to the office, and my mom picked up my brother and I. She was taking us to the hospital to see her. I didn’t know what state she was in. Then we were brought to the Critical care unit, my heart sunk because I knew this wasn’t good. I prayed and prayed to God that it this wasn't true. By the time we got there, she was considered brain dead. A little background with my

For my memoir I shall look back onto my past and the life lesions I have learned. Through simple things I have found in my life and the trails I have endured. To the earliest memories I have, to a not so proud moment caused by anger and regret.

That moment, thirteen years ago, was the moment that changed everything. I was young, at only 22 years old, and filled with excitement for the new job that began only one week prior. The typical first day jitters were beginning to settle, though I still felt new and quite anxious. My desire to fit in, make new friends, and to impress my peers radiated through me. I was on a mission to excel in my new role. Little did I know, when I began that day, my naive self would be in for a rude awakening. I would soon be discriminated against.

I found out that I had deep buried emotions. I didn’t know they were so deep before. I thought I was healed from my experiences but I have come to the realization that I was not healed emotionally. I also found out that I had a plot inside me and stories to tell from that plot.

I started to reel in the line and it was very heavy. I kept reeling it in and it got closer I seen the water splashing I seen the fish swimming back and forth. 2 minutes later I finally got the fish and I took it off the hook it and looked what it was it was a Rock Bass and it was really big I put it in the pail. and the water splashed all over. I took a picture of it when it slowed down after I took the picture I let the fish go.

The game was a close one… I could hear the cheers and groans from fans, while my hand wa gripped onto the railing hoping the worst won't come. I was waiting with warm box of nachos on my lap for something to happen. I took out a handful of warm cheesey goodness, and stuffed it in my mouth.Warm sizzling cheesey goodness touches down on the surface of my tongue. I look out onto the field my eyes fixed on the players. As the players dash down the field they gained tons of velocity as they get closer to the goal, and then it happened a twenty yard kick turns 4-4 to 4-5.

Now you are ready for the water. While fishing, you will need to be aware of

“Yes”! we finally arrived we fish on a kayak and canoe launch. We set up all of our poles and then I remembered

“You want to go fishing?” my friend asked as I pulled into his driveway. After a minute I said, “Sure. When are we going?” We agreed upon going early the next morning. While we were waiting on the next morning to come, we got everything we needed for the next day ready. The day was long, but it soon became dark.

As my two-week camping trip in Cherokee, North Carolina, came to an end, I had mixed emotions about summer vacation ending. My party of six, made up of my parents, two younger brothers and a close friend, packed up the cars; and I was still somehow excited to go home. I missed the little comforts and convenience of a real home, and my dog who I left in the care of my grandmother. But I would miss so much about the campsite I called home for some time.

“Wow, that was as fast as lightning!” exclaimed Laura. She pulled and yanked on her line until it was close to the boat, but it suddenly it jerked off. As it swam away, she noticed it was a big sunfish. Laura was really disappointed that she had lost such a big fish.

There have been many times I have dealt with this pain. Each time it seems to get easier. Does the pain ever fade or go away? The answer is no, it doesn’t ever lessen or disappear. The pain is still there, but eventually I start to realize what is really happening. I now understand, although I begin to feel more pain, the ones I love no longer do and they will always be there with me in spirit.

Today is my mother’s birthday. November 17th. I am not sure how old she is turning. This time last year I was in the process of moving and the year before that I was in the process of staying afloat so forgive me, Mother, if I age you up a bit in my mind. Your bubbly child still loves you despite never getting you a real gift other than the hand turkeys from 3rd grade. But, maybe that’s where this started. Maybe my third grade was the grade when I realized hand turkeys can’t conjure up love out of everyone.