Personal Narrative: My Window

My window is too small now. I used to be able to fit through it, but the cardboard and tape covering up the hole make it so I can’t leave anymore. The tape is too sticky to be quiet when ripped off, and that would wake Cassey up, and then she would yell at me. The cardboard is too chunky to not bend if I try to take it off from the inside. She would surely notice the difference, even if I was extra careful when putting it back. Yes, if I removed them, I would definitely be in trouble. Which is understandable; Cassey worked so hard to cover up the big hole. Renting a ladder would have obstructed the door of the business below us, so she had to shimmy up the drainpipe and crawl out onto the little ledge that separated apartment and store. I couldn’t go out with her as I was too tired, but I still helped by passing her the roll of tape once she was outside. …show more content…
It was a big casement-style window, with a single large pane that opened like a door. Unfortunately, the window’s latch — a metal Andersen latch — seemed to have been rusted over for years, making it impossible to open the window. The bottom half of it had been destroyed, most likely by the previous owner. The hole they had left was the perfect size for me to crawl through. I used it often as a quick path down to the streets. It was my main route for “midnight walks”, which have been my personal tradition for many years, though they never actually seem to happen at