Personal Narrative: Bam ! My Face

Bam! My face is up against the now very noticeable screen door just like the birds in the Windex commercial. It was ten young years ago, and seven year old me was attending the annual summer party on Windsor Court. A respectful little one I was (and still am). I resented negative attention like the pelage. Sickening to think that I had let myself go at just seven years old. My determination had gotten the absolute best of all my being. “If you want your candy kabob, you have got to get running.”
That was my father’s faithful advice before the grandiose moment with cling power lasting well past ten years. So, as a respectful young lady, I did just that. Like a snowplow in the middle of an early winder blizzard, I plowed straight through the foyer, right past the kitchen, and smack into the door. The door? When did this get here?
Well, it turns out there was an obstacle between my sweet tooth’s dream and myself, an undetectable screen door… now of the floor. One big crash and fifty puzzled faces as that mess of metal and mesh high fived the floor and exposed my beat red face. Of course I was beyond embarrassed, this is not my kind of attention.
However, a few apologies, one quick pop back in the tracks for the door, and it was all over. I snatched up that kabob, and went on to my house. Sure, there will always be the occasional joke
As a babysitter, volunteer cheerleading coach, and role model, I behave with respect to all the little eyes on and off of me. I am transparent. I have nothing to hide, yet everything to display. I am balanced. As a Key Club member and jobholder, I remember to set aside time for me and for others. As a marketing intern for Shelf Genie of Pittsburgh, I pay great attention to detail and learn from my authority. As a young student finding her way, I have job shadowed to lock in my decision to become a marketing major at