Personal Narrative: Wyoming, Illinois

Wyoming, Illinois is a representation of a small farming community. It sits among acres of old, history filled corn, wheat and bean fields about thirty minutes from the “big” city. My first childhood home sat on a corner. The old home used to belong to my great grandparents, but was currently occupied by my mom, sister and two cats.
I looked over to my mom, “Can I go to the grocery store?” I asked her.
Turning from her book, “What do you need?”.
“Oh, I don’t know, I want candy”.
“Okay, there should be money in my purse.” I jumped off the couch with joy, she trusted me. “But only one candy bar, Maire Kate” she said as I chased for her purse. I was so rich with my ten dollars. I walked into the old market to find Karen working the register. A regular of hers, there was no worry regarding my ten dollars and me. I thought how one day I’ll earn plenty of money that I could buy all the snacks in the world. I wouldn’t have to listen to my mom tell me, “not today”. I decided to go with a Milky Way, after wandering the four aisles of the store.
“Hello, Maire Kate, this all?” Karen asked.
“Oh yeah!” My little eyes were so invested in the old register. It must have been so neat running it all day. Karen got to talk to everyone that …show more content…
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