Personal Narrative: Follansbee Middle School

I will never fail to recall that November evening in 2006, even though I was only eight years old. It was the night my parents and I visited my maternal family at Aunt Janet and Uncle Geary’s home in New Cumberland, West Virginia. Besides myself and my parents, my maternal grandparents and some cousins were there. We enjoyed a meal that was prepared by Aunt Janet then we sat and watched television. It all seemed to be an enjoyable time, being able to see them, some of which I had not been able to see often. Although I did not completely hear the words that were said, I didn’t need to, to know what was happening. My maternal grandfather had gotten upset by something that was said, stood up and exchanged words with one of my uncles which …show more content…
Before my first day of school there, my Parents explained that to me and how to react if, for some reason, they would see me at recess or going to the bus. I understood that I would not be in harm while attending school there but there was always an eerie feeling at recess; I was always on edge. At this point I haven’t seen them in two years but still remembered everything about them; how they looked, walked and …show more content…
I was enrolled in honors courses and a member of the marching band. This was the beginning of a very successful time in my life; I couldn’t have been happier. I returned home from school one day in March of my freshman year and my Mother greeted me at the door with a hug. I wished her a happy birthday, for it was the day, and went to my room to get ready for dinner with my Parents and Paternal Grandparents when my Mother came into my room. She had told me that her parents had paid her a visit to the house that day. They came to wish her a happy birthday and to catch up with her, although their stay was short and unwelcomed. When she asked them to leave, they did but not without yelling at her. To this day, I have not come in contact with my Maternal Grandparents. This has made me realize that my family is now stress free and not on edge. It still affects me every day in many ways. For ten years now, they have not seen me grow, learn, and experience life the way that I have. Now, they are not experiencing their own Granddaughter go to college. They are not feeling the feelings that my Paternal Grandparents and Parents are feeling when they only get to see me on the weekends. For these reasons, this has been the biggest event and eternal impact on my