Personal Narrative: Criminal Minds

The summer before fifth grade, I knew what I wanted to do when I grow up. Now, I didn't have all the details of how I would get there or if I will ever get to that point, but I was optimistic that I would one day be part of the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI). I know some may ask how could I possibly know what I wanted to do with the rest of my life at ten years old, but I knew that it something that I was interested in. Throughout the years, that dream has never changed. It was hot and humid afternoon in July, and I had just come home from a long day in summer school. I threw my pink floral backpack on the floor next to the couch and went to the kitchen to grab a cold water cold. I had been irritated that day because the heat made my
If you don't know about Criminal Minds, it's a high intense show about the FBI's elite team of profilers that try to analyze the minds of criminals to stop their next move. Now, I know that this show is not meant for an elementary school kid, but it was something that I have never seen before. This show mimicked the lives of FBI agents on how they live dangerously and risk themselves to save people. I remember thinking "that's exactly what I want to do when I grow up." No one on either side of my family has a career that resemblances that so, I also wanted to be the first person to do so. A couple of minutes later, my mom comes into the living room carrying our ham and cheese sandwiches with the green apple slices and sits down right next to
I was in middle school, 7th grade to be exact, and like almost every middle schooler, I worried about not being late to class and what to wear for the upcoming school dance. I was still a devoted Criminals Minds fan, but, I also became a fan of more crime TV shows such as CSI and Dateline NBC. My mom also likes to watch these shows with me so; we made it a mother-daughter tradition to watch Dateline NBC on Friday nights. The weekends were dedicated for quality family time. There was one night during one of our family outings; we decided to stop in a Yum-Yum Donuts shop to grab some glazed donuts since there are our favorites. "You know, I think I want to be a police officer or something because I bet they get free donuts," I mumbled as I bit into my glaze donut. "To get free donuts? That's the reason why? Wow, that sounds like a legitimated reason." My dad chuckled. "I'm serious! Imagine walking into a donut shop and the cashier giving you a free donut just because you're a cop!" "Oh, I get it! It's because cops are always drinking coffee and eating donuts, huh." My mom chimed