Personal Narrative: A Picture That Changed My Life

It was glorious. The sun’s hot rays shining down on me as I sat basking, the cold stone floor beneath me my back against the cool glass windows. I listened to music on my portable CD player, tapping my finger to the beat. The music engrossed me, I closed my eyes and took it all in. I felt free like I hadn’t a care in the world, no school for a week, the summer sun warming me through, I could smell the flowers in the distance, the words of the song danced around my head, I opened my eyes to look at the flowers and that’s when I saw his face, I knew that face yet somehow it was different, older and harsher more real than I remember. Of course, it was I’d only ever seen it in a picture, the only picture I had ever seen of him or at least the only one that I can remember. That picture. I would often sneak into Mum’s room and rustle my way through old photo albums, trying to find more. Why weren’t there anymore? It was only ever that one photo I could find. There they all stood in a row, his …show more content…
I froze, that freedom I had felt a second ago was gone, I could no longer hear the music or smell the flowers. All I could see was his face, I could hear the sound of my heart pounding thunderously, It felt like it might explode through my chest at any moment. Then I noticed my hand, It was moving up, I had no control and there it was I had just waved at my granddad for the first time. The first time in my life. I had dreamed of this moment for fourteen years it had played out in a thousand different ways but never had I imagined this, the first time I met my Grandad I didn’t even actually meet him, he responded with a puzzled look and went on his way. That’s when my head started spinning. What should I do, shall I run after him and explain, I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t move I was frozen to the spot. So that was it I did nothing I sat there wishing the ground would suck me in, head spinning and thoroughly