Personal Narrative: My Day At Carrollton Elementary School

Who would think that out of the blue , a six year old little girl 's life would change forever? This incident was not only seen as a tragedy, but it was also seen as a liberation from for a child who had alcoholic, drug user as a mother. On November 23, 2004, I was taken from my mother by the Division of Family and Children Services, also known as DFCS, which is a business that helps families and children in need. The day that I was taken from my mother and put into a foster was a day that I will never forget. It was a cool Fall day at Carrollton Elementary School. The sun was shining, the leaves of trees were changing into bright colors, and the world seemed to be at its happiest place. As my first grade class ran outside to play on the playground for recess after lunch, my friends and I were happy to finally get out of the school building. We started playing together, and everything was going well as usual. As I was playing, I glanced over my shoulder and saw my teacher talking to two well-dressed women whom I have never seen before. They were all pointing at me. Not knowing what was going on, I continued to play as usual. As I was getting ready to slide down the slide, the two well dressed women and my teacher walked towards me. My teacher said to them, “This is Maia Johnson.”, and the two women nodded with strange smiles on …show more content…
I was always told by my mother , who was not in her right mind due to drugs and alcohol, not to tell anyone my business or she would “beat my tail”, so I did just that and did not answer any questions that I was asked. Being unknown of where I was headed to, I began to become timorous about the situation. “Where is my mommy?”, “Where am I going?”, these were all the questions that were going through my mind. I did not even know if I was still in Carrollton or not. After almost forty-five minutes of riding around, we came upon a graveled rode with only a few houses. I felt as if I were in