Personal Narrative: Exploring A Community

She stands alone, with her youth and pregnant glow. Among many, she waits in line to receive her day-to-day meal, my mother explained. Every time we passed by, I would glare through the window looking for her, my heart weighed heavy in my chest. Something was wrong, and something needed to change. I was 8, with little to no resources, but I was child on a mission and I was unstoppable. That summer, I had convinced my neighbours to explore our community, with my one and only wagon, a good cause, and our cute, innocent smiles. After three days we had collected boxes, and boxes of food and donations for the food bank. My mother and I, unloaded the voluminous boxes of food onto the shelves of the bank. Laura, the manager decided to give me a tour, she showed me the store section, where shelves went high with anything from canned goods to toiletries, soon after, the kitchen, which offered numerous …show more content…
I have learned, but not nearly enough. I have met many people, but haven't seen many faces. I have travelled the world, but not the entire world. I speak two languages, but I want to speak more. I want to know all of our history, such as why are we the way we are. I have big dreams, and they will become reality. I want to inspire others, the way I've been inspired. My aspiration in life is to achieve greatness, that my name goes down in history, and that my words never die. Thomas A. Edison once said " I have not failed, I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work." Everyday of my life I learn something new. I don’t hide from the words of the world, I challenge them. I tell the world this story, because this story gives me justice. Not the numbers on sheet, or the percentage's. All I know for sure is after Secondary School I will attend University, where, I don’t know, but I will. The exciting part is the unknown, all that is unknown is how after school I will change the