Personal Narrative Essay: Let's Play Colored Eggs
It was a beautiful, sunny, late spring afternoon in the year 2006. Rebecca, my older sister, and I had just skipped off the school bus by the yellow fire hydrant on the opposite side of the sloped street from my house. I could see the cheerful park where we loved to play just a short distance away. Taking a deep breath in, I could smell the flowers planted along the sidewalk. Mother was outside with my three younger sisters: Karissa, Alora, and baby Samantha. Karissa and Alora frolicked around the lawn, picking bright yellow dandelions to present to mother, who sat in the shade of the house guarding Samantha against the bright sunlight. Crossing the street, I saw choke cherry trees with pretty pink budding, and a beautiful green lawn
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The four of us scampered off to the backyard; where the darling playhouse was nestled. It was a soft yellow with vibrant blue accents, a pitched roof, and four sliding windows used for a mud pie restaurant drive-through. “Let’s play Colored Eggs!” Ethan said. “All right.” The rest of us excitedly agreed. “I get to be the wolf!” Ethan called running to the opposite corner of the yard. There he waited for us to call “ready”. Strolling into the playhouse we decided Rebecca was a green egg, Ashlyn was a pink egg, and I was a blue egg. “Ready” we called. Racing to the tightly shut playhouse door Ethan pounded three times. “Who is it?” Rebecca …show more content…
There were little things, like being oblivious to where anything belonged. There were giant things, like not knowing anybody, there were so many unfamiliar faces that surrounded me. There were super strange things, like the way people talked, they still spoke English, but sometimes I wondered. There were unpleasant things, like less humidity; this required me to start using lotion, and the air difference would sometimes act up my asthma. There were delightful things, like being close to family. We now lived within ten minutes of my grandma and grandpa Thornton, and some of my cousins we never got to see while living in
The four of us scampered off to the backyard; where the darling playhouse was nestled. It was a soft yellow with vibrant blue accents, a pitched roof, and four sliding windows used for a mud pie restaurant drive-through. “Let’s play Colored Eggs!” Ethan said. “All right.” The rest of us excitedly agreed. “I get to be the wolf!” Ethan called running to the opposite corner of the yard. There he waited for us to call “ready”. Strolling into the playhouse we decided Rebecca was a green egg, Ashlyn was a pink egg, and I was a blue egg. “Ready” we called. Racing to the tightly shut playhouse door Ethan pounded three times. “Who is it?” Rebecca …show more content…
There were little things, like being oblivious to where anything belonged. There were giant things, like not knowing anybody, there were so many unfamiliar faces that surrounded me. There were super strange things, like the way people talked, they still spoke English, but sometimes I wondered. There were unpleasant things, like less humidity; this required me to start using lotion, and the air difference would sometimes act up my asthma. There were delightful things, like being close to family. We now lived within ten minutes of my grandma and grandpa Thornton, and some of my cousins we never got to see while living in