Personal Narrative: The Human Tornado

The Human Tornado "The Human Tornado." They used to call me as a child. Whenever you heard the shrill of my laughter, the loud yells of parents trying to get me to stop running, or the complaints of my three siblings you would know that Katie Trumbull "The Human Tornado" had entered the room. My eight year old self was one that I would like to describe as creative, outgoing, wildly imaginative, and adventurous. No one quite knew what to expect from me as I welcomed each morning. Everyday I would be dressed in something wild. My shoes would be mismatched, my hair would be up in something that you might expect of a resident in Who Ville, and my socks would be a variety of colors and lengths. The only way I could ever channel my copious amounts of energy was when I performed in school plays or operas with the Toledo Opera. Throughout my entire elementary career, I was a roaring free spirit who wasn't afraid to take risks when I …show more content…
It's pages held a sense of adventure for me that I would never find in the cold hospital room. Between the pages I remembered the little girl that I had forgotten that Christmas day. I was free to be imaginative for the first time in a year. I would act out scenes from the book in the small bedroom I shared with my cousin and sister and was finally able to do what I missed so much. When I was acting those scenes in my room I wasn't thinking about my Father's platelet count or doctors reports for the first time in so long. In the crinkly and faded pages of that book I found the part of myself I never knew I lost. Since then I could always depend on the smell of a book to be there to stir my imagination. Other things in my life may have been fleeting, but I could always go back to the musty pages for any comfort. In these books I was free to anything in the world. The cell of my small bedroom would become Mount Doom and I was Frodo saving the