Personal Narrative Essay: The Young And The Restless
I remember trying to make pretty cakes out of juicy pooped cow patties and my aunt yelling, "Deborah Ann get out of those nasty things". I couldn't help myself. The patties came out as perfect as a round cake you bake. Just add a little sand on top and a few broken sticks for candles..walla! I was from the city and for a long time I thought those cows when I first saw them were horses. I also remember my Maw-Maw laughing at me as I stood in at the barn loft door holding a corn cob like I was talking on the phone to someone. My biggest adventure though was to try to stick objects to the electric fence to see which ones would send a shock to me or not. My grandfather would always be so busy working on the farm we really didn't get to see him that much only near supper time would he appear. My Maw-Maw would have his supper fixed and ready and then off she would go to get the cows in, feed them, milk them and put them away for the night. At 4 am she would be up have breakfast done for us all and the cows milked and back out into the pasture. Of course us city folk never seen morning until later. She would always just let us sleep until Bill the rooster would crow and wake us up at our window. That was the craziest rooster. He would always stay at the back of the house but when he came around to the front porch, Maw-Maw would say, "someone's comin' today to visit", and sure enough, everytime company would show up. A coincidence? No.