Personal Narrative: My Winter Night In Iowa

It was just another cold January winter night in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. On the fifth of January, I was introduced to the world, I was born on the coldest day of 1999, at a frigid -30 degrees. I’ve been blessed with the two greatest parents in the world that have been married for 19 years. My family was completed on May 24, 2001, when my little brother Mason was born. Mason and I were not given our names for any specific reason our parents just liked the names. James was my middle name that my parents had given me which came from my grandfather. Stahle is a german name, and in Germany, it was pronounced “Steal”, my ancestors came to the United States in the early 1800’s.
I grew up in a small town in Iowa called Solon on a farm, and so has my …show more content…
I participated in cross country in the fall, and golf and baseball in the spring. High school sports are a lot more fun because you get to practice and compete with other people from different grades in your school. Freshman year was one of my favorite years of high school because the senior class was super nice and treated everyone with respect, and also all the teachers we there to help you and if you needed help they would stay after school and help you. Art was not my greatest skills and as a freshman I took drawing. The whole art class was supposed to draw something and show it to the class. When it was my turn to share I went up and when doing so I accidently bumped the art teacher 's table with his coffee on it and it spilled all over a seniors drawing. I had never been so scared in my life and I couldn’t wait to be done with freshman year so I wouldn’t have to see the seniors at school again. We had just gotten out for summer my freshman year and I realized that when you are in sports your summer goes away very fast with baseball and cross country practice. Freshman year summer was wrapping up and I was about to enter the most difficult grade in the whole high school. I was going to be a sophomore with my schedule full of hard classes. I was not ready for what had hit me. I remember the first grade I got sophomore year was a C, which I rarely ever got. I had to stay about every day after school to retake tests and relearn the material. This made me feel down on myself, but I changed everything once I changed my study skills which made school so much easier and my grade started to go up. Sophomore year was full of memories with my friends, from the time we had to go to a varsity baseball practice and had to run 3 miles, to when we got in trouble for coming back from lunch 30 minutes