Personal Narrative: Teen Sniper

About a few weeks ago, my aunt passed away. My aunt is an important part of my childhood because she was always there to take care of me although I don’t remember any of it at all. The last time I saw her was last Christmas when my whole family my father’s side travelled to Seattle. I still remember all the places we visited so clearly that it felt like yesterday.
We went to eat right after we arrived Seattle because we had been on the plane all day. On the way to the restaurant, all you can see is mountains covered with snow. The snow reminded me of my boarding school I went to in England. I used to get so excited to go out to the field in front of the school entrance and had a massive snowball fight with all the other boarders. That was one of my happiest moments in my life. The beauty of youth is you don’t have much to worry about except school. However, when I was reading “Teen Sniper” by Adam Johnson, it makes me appreciate how lucky I am. My parents are always there for me if I need anything. This may not be the case for everyone but I am lucky to have my parents help during my younger age. In “Teen Sniper”, the narrator has to kill people even though he was only a teenager. I cannot imagine if I was given the task …show more content…
Once I told her that I wanted to build a snowman, she immediately said yes. I was so happy that she liked my idea, so I went straight to the garage and brought a big top hat, half a carrot, ten pieces of small litchi, broom hair and some children. I bolted to the door, these materials on the snow, prepared snow. Snow in my little hands, I shaped into two round balls. When my sister saw me shaped snow into two balls, told me that I am very capable. After twenty minutes, the snowman was done. It wore a hat, carrot nose pitched red, neat beard, also embedded in the clothes buttons. It looks distinctive flavor and look way better than the neighbor kids’ snowman. I was