Personal Narrative: The Worst Witch

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“The Worst Witch” Not everyone has a picture perfect childhood, but I am blessed to have a wonderful family who have given me a great childhood. We make memories that will last a lifetime and our tradition on Halloween will be carried on for future generations to come. The tradition of watching ‘The Worst Witch’ has brought my family closer and it makes us realize how lucky we are to have the life we live. Growing up my dad had an abusive alcoholic father, therefore he did not have a picture perfect childhood. His parents had their time split between seven busy children, so twenty-four hours in a family that big was spread as thin as butter on bread. When the temperature got chiller, and the leaves started changing from green to …show more content…
Hay by George has set up his pumpkin patch off highway-14, each year George has the best variety of pumpkins to choose between. From perfectly round to lopsided, bright orange to a pale yellow, any pumpkin you could ever imagine it is there. My dad pulls the car up close and we load in the five pumpkins in that we have chose. The following week is bound to be the best week of the fall, as my parents are busy preparing for their pumpkin seed contest, my sisters and I try to find a new place to hide “The Worst Witch” dvd in hopes that our mom does not find it this …show more content…
While everyone is carving their pumpkins my dad swears that his is going to be the best this year. Half way through we all take a break from carving our pumpkins and sit down by the tv to enjoy our favorite part of the movie. The “worst witch” is flying with the grand wizard, and with the 1980’s movie editing skills the flying looks as realistic as a unicorn seems real. As the movie ends and the pumpkins are finished being carved, my dad turns his pumpkin around. Per normal his ‘best pumpkin yet’ has two triangle eyes, and a smile. This tradition of watching ‘The Worst Witch’ and carving pumpkins every year brings my family closer together and we realize how lucky we really are. Knowing that my dad did not have a memorable childhood really makes me feel blessed that my parents would do anything for me. With school starting in the fall and the sports beginning my family gets really busy and it always seems as if we are on an opposite schedule. Coming together and spending a full day and night with my family, we reflect on how lucky we are to have each

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