Personal Narrative I could remember the tears running down my face, my heart beating like a drum. The world was slow as I tried to distract my brother as my dad charged out the door. Once he was gone, everything stopped. She is my mom’s mother and the grandma that we call Graham cracker. She wasn’t always around, but now she is attached to my family like glue. The stroke has shaped me into who I am today, because it has showed me sympathy, allowed me to believe people can accomplish anything, and has taught me real emotion and destruction. The first reason is using sympathy as an everyday object. Ever since the incident that happened to my grandma, I tend to be more nice to my peers, see things from other points of view, and I try to make
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Once, my mom planned a girls trip to Utah and my grandma Landon, Grandma Campbell, my sister, my mom, and I all went for the weekend. We walked for hours just shopping and looking at the beautiful buildings. I look back at those colorful moments and think, ”Where did all those good times go?” We emotionally lost my grandma and it may not be physical, but it does not feel like she is truly there. Emotions have a very big part of each and everyone’s life and now we have felt real emotion and destruction and that is what makes us stronger. I have felt real emotion and destruction from this event and I believe that it has made me stronger, more reliable, and a lot more understanding. My grandma may be gone mentally, but she is still with us physically and the loss of her is what keeps us going.
Finally,I am who I am because of this event. I am kind, understanding, strong, and an over-achiever. I am who I am not only because of this incident, but because I have been bent and have been broken. It may have only been for a little while and it didn’t affect me directly, but it still affects me entirely. She is my family and family sticks with each other through thick and thin. I do wish that this did not happen to such a kind woman that has been so kind to so many people, but it did and we have to live with it. I am who I am, because I have
Once, my mom planned a girls trip to Utah and my grandma Landon, Grandma Campbell, my sister, my mom, and I all went for the weekend. We walked for hours just shopping and looking at the beautiful buildings. I look back at those colorful moments and think, ”Where did all those good times go?” We emotionally lost my grandma and it may not be physical, but it does not feel like she is truly there. Emotions have a very big part of each and everyone’s life and now we have felt real emotion and destruction and that is what makes us stronger. I have felt real emotion and destruction from this event and I believe that it has made me stronger, more reliable, and a lot more understanding. My grandma may be gone mentally, but she is still with us physically and the loss of her is what keeps us going.
Finally,I am who I am because of this event. I am kind, understanding, strong, and an over-achiever. I am who I am not only because of this incident, but because I have been bent and have been broken. It may have only been for a little while and it didn’t affect me directly, but it still affects me entirely. She is my family and family sticks with each other through thick and thin. I do wish that this did not happen to such a kind woman that has been so kind to so many people, but it did and we have to live with it. I am who I am, because I have