Personal Narrative: Censorship In The US

Everyone has something about them that makes them unique, whether it’s not wanting to step on the cracks while walking because you’re scared you may break your mothers back or not eating green things because well their gross; we all do things others might consider weird. Mine is giggling! Being the younger of two older brothers I never really got to say much, so I would sit in the stroller and just watch and giggle because they would always do silly things. As my brothers got on rides I wasn’t tall enough to get on at Disney I would wait crying because I felt excluded but after they got off the ride and walked up to me the tears stopped and the giggle started. Everyone knew my giggle growing up, my mom used to say she could
I remember the first time, I rode a bike it was the fourth of July. After the firework show our whole neighborhood was outside and all the kids were riding bikes but I didn’t know how to ride one so everyone was trying to teach me. Every time I would get on the bike I would giggle so I could never find my balance. It was getting late so everyone left except my best-friend, her mom, and my mom left, I hoped on the bike and I just took off but I was giggling so much I wasn’t able stop nor did I know how so I rode around the whole neighborhood giggling and when I got back to my house I feel over into the grass laughing and cheering I couldn’t believe it. Giggling to me is like taking a deep breath to most people. In a weird way giggling helps me relax, before something important like a test or a performance giggling in a way calms my nerves. To this day I still giggle, for my first pot luck performance at reef as class representative I had to describe what are dance was about and say why I am excited for this year. I was so nervous I spent the day practicing in the bathroom mirror what I was going to say, how I would stand and what my facials would