Personal Narrative: The Death Of Jimmie Cone

I remember a time when my mom and I were nice to someone. We were at the damascus parade. I was just starting to walk back with some of my friends from taekwondo because I was walking with them that year. I was picking candy up off the street. There was music and lots of people. When we got back we decided that we wanted to get something from Jimmie Cone. Also my mom figured out Jimmie Cone had a pizza truck there for the night.

I was saving our spot in line while my mom got the pizza. When My mom came back with my brothers a lady and her little boy came behind us. “ Excuse me.” The lady said,” I hear that this place is really good what do you think about it.” She had a lot of questions. Then she told us she was new in damascus and that she had never tried a Jimmie Cone ice cream before.I remember a time my mom and I were kind to someone. I was at the damascus parade. After I got off My float with the swim team I started walking back. I was collecting Then when there were about three more people in front of us she realized she had no more money with her. She kept on saying that she should go to the bank and she was looking for someone to watch her child. This annoyed me because she had been talking to us and we could have watched her child. Finally my mom said that we could pay for her. “ I can pay for you all we are getting is ices and they are only one dollar it would only be a little extra for you.” The lady seemed so surprised and happy. When it was are turn we payed for her and us. When the lady got her stuff she thanked us and as she walked away my mom murmured “ Hope you …show more content…
I learned that being kind can affect other people and it doesn't have to be that big even though this was bigger than holding a door open for someone. This shows that being kind doesn't just affect the person you're being kind to it effects the person that is being kind. Being kind makes everyone feel