Personal Narrative: An Old Amish Man
Alfonzo Strozier
Kevin McDonough
College Writing
23, Febuary.2012
As I took my morning venture to breakfast at the school, I stepped outside to a bone chilling breeze. This breeze was unforgettable it was almost as if I have just walked into the middle of Alaska, the breeze was viscous, I thought for a second that it had a mind of its own.
While walking to the café I noticed someone unusual, someone I have never seen around the school. This man was about 5, 10”inches, scrawny frame, unusual haircut, and he was dressed in all black as if he was on his way to a funeral. As I walked by the man I took a good look at his face. I recognized at first glance that the man had silly mustache. The mustache had reminded me of an old Amish man.
Kevin McDonough
College Writing
23, Febuary.2012
As I took my morning venture to breakfast at the school, I stepped outside to a bone chilling breeze. This breeze was unforgettable it was almost as if I have just walked into the middle of Alaska, the breeze was viscous, I thought for a second that it had a mind of its own.
While walking to the café I noticed someone unusual, someone I have never seen around the school. This man was about 5, 10”inches, scrawny frame, unusual haircut, and he was dressed in all black as if he was on his way to a funeral. As I walked by the man I took a good look at his face. I recognized at first glance that the man had silly mustache. The mustache had reminded me of an old Amish man.