Defining Moment-Personal Narrative

It was summer, I think 2013? The summer before I started 10th grade. I believe it was around August when this entire thing happened. My “to-do list” for the rest of the day was to just go to the library, return the books, and come home before dark. Simple really, especially since the library was of walking distance. I walked down Headwaters Drive, passing the field where some young kids were practicing soccer, their parents close by. It was a beautiful evening, the sky was so pretty that day. A distance away I could see an old woman struggling with her bags, I think she had four seemingly heavy bags she tried moving into her car. It was a good day, so I wanted to keep the goodness going, so I went up to her to help. “Excuse me ma’am, do you need any help with your bags?” I asked. She looked up, a bit startled from the sudden voice. Her expression then changed to one of questioning, as if she was trying to figure out what I had said. …show more content…
“Get away from me you Kamikaze!” She screamed. Those words laced with terror and disgust, burned into my ears. I can still feel the intensity of her voice, the venom of her words still sting. I couldn’t believe it. “Excuse me? Did you, just call me a Kamikaze?” I asked, my voice filled with fear and confusion. This had to be a dream, this couldn’t be real. I repeated those words over and over again as the moment passed. “Yeah! You heard me! A Kamikaze! You’re trying to kill me right now! I bet you’re holding a bomb!” she screeched out at