Personal Narrative

I don't know how I really feel about my Personal Narrative, mainly because I was trying to find the right topic. My first instinct was to write about my conversion, because if anything has changed me, it would be that (I was born in the church, but when I was actually converted), but that would be too personal and I don’t want other people reading over it.

So I started thinking of moments in time that have changed me, and I decided to write about a kinda funny moment when me and a buddy decided to run as Student Body President and Vice President and how we flipped a coin to decide which would one we would be. Ran as a joke, but made it. My 2 pages of prewriting were actually on this.

After I wrote the prewrite I was bored of the topic, so I started thinking about a different one, realizing that I didn’t have much time left. So I wrote about my most serious concussion and how it made me value the memories we get. The paper turned out alright, but I realized I was missing an important flavor to these personal narratives, but it was already too late when I figured it out.

I was missing a real change. Yea, I learned something. Don’t let any moment pass you by, live so you have tons of good memories, etc. but I didn’t necessarily change much.

2 days before the paper was due, I was already pretty much done with it; I started just writing down memories. Not necessarily ones that changed me, but just memories. I remembered one memory though, and once I thought about it I really wish that I had written my personal narrative about it. It was my first time home alone, I believe when I was about 9. I looked all brave and macho till my parents left, then ran around the house locking all the doors. They were to be gone from 7-10, and I thought I could handle it. I watched a movie and ate some food, but after a while I just started freaking out too much, I couldn’t handle it. I ran into the backyard where my dog was and just held her and talked to her for an hour and a half, crying. When I knew they were close to being home (Mom called) I wiped the tears, ran inside and just sat on the couch acting like it was no big deal.

This changed me. Ever since then I can look totally fine, even when life is horrible, but I need someone to talk to. I need someone to be close too. Looking back on my whole life I’ve been that way since I was about 9. Kinda cool.