Personal Narrative: From Moving To My Home

When my parents moved to Florida, they bought a house in the the town of Boynton Beach. This is where I spent my earlier years as a toddler. In those years, I was a true baby, whining and crying at any chance I got. I’d shed an excessive amount of tears in my first years in the world, but it wasn’t all bad, I had some great times.
My grandpa informs me now of the times when he would chase me around the pool table inside our house. He said that once I got too tired, and he’d catch up to me, I’d roll underneath the pool table and he would keep running around and around the table, and I’d sit there laughing at him. It was hysterical, and as much as my mom disagreed with the activity, she allowed it because it was too much fun. When I was two, I opened up more to our neighborhood. Our neighborhood was tiny and tight-knit, so everyone knew each other. There were these two girls across the street from us, Savanna and Shauna, and they thought I was adorable. They were constantly asking my mom if they could babysit and play with me, and my mom trusted them and let them babysit me. It may seem like a terrible idea now, but my mom had good reason to trust them, Savanna was the first and only person …show more content…
There was this one major event I remember, our first family reunion. This occurred when I was three years old and I recollect that I was feeling, scared. Everything was crazy and hectic, everybody swarming through rooms to reconnect with other, moving throughout the kitchen to gather food, and packed in front of the TV watching sports while yelling. Yes, I did know everyone there because they were all part of my family, but I had never dealt with them all together. I had sat in a corner, taking in my surroundings with shock, doing absolutely nothing but listening. My first family reunion was a doozy, but I believe it did help me prepare for atmospheres in which there were significant amounts of