Personal Narrative: Moving To San Antonio

I still couldn't believe we moved out Dallas into San Antonio. It would still take some time for me to process this astonishing change in my life. Now and then I would dwell on the memories I had with my friends in Dallas. I'd never moved to any place before I was accustomed to being in the same old place, seeing the same people, and doing the same old thing. Moving to San Antonio was one of the biggest I had as an eleven-year-old. Once we had unloaded everything from the U-Haul truck, I was very exhausted. Moving was a tiring job, we couldn't afford to hire movers, so we all had to help with moving everything into the new apartment. I always tried to carry the heaviest things because I still wanted to prove to my mom and sister that I was the man of the
I felt a fire starting up inside of me. My mom thinks I am a baby and can't handle things on my own. I felt adrenaline hit me like a mad bull. " I am a big boy I can handle anything," I angrily shouted. I got my moms big mirror, and with all my strength I tried to carry it up to our apartment. One of my shoes were untied, and I was beginning to lose my balance, my mom's mirrored weight about 25 pounds and were about 4 feet wide and 4 feet long. For a small skinny guy like me, that was pretty big and heavy to carry all the way to the apartment. Eventually, I lost all my balance and fell the stairs. I was able to stop myself by holding on to the ramp, but as I held on to the ramp, I quickly noticed I had let go of my mom's mirror. That mirror flew down the stairs, and once it hit the ground, it immediately shattered like all how my behind was going be after she was done with giving me whoopings. My mother saw the whole event happen before her eyes. I didn't even want to look at her facial expression, I already knew what was coming for me, I held my butt tight and was praying that I would still have a tail left over when she was through with