Personal Narrative: My Leprechaun

When I was a baby leprechaun older leprechauns always asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. They expected me to want to guard pots of gold, organize potlucks, or even be a stay at home leprechaun. However, all I’ve ever wanted to do was be an adventurer. Most grown-ups would sigh when I told them this or mumble under their breath. I never really understood why, what was the matter with wanting more than this life as an ordinary field leprechaun? Finally when I was 17 my mother encouraged me to leave the field and find my life elsewhere. She gave me a pair of adult leprechaun shoes. The were solid black, ended in a point, and had shiny buckles. She also gave me a kiss and a message. She told me that,” Sometimes the most ordinary roles have the
The journey across the field was not easy. The crows frightened me the most because I have heard many tales at potlucks about crows eating little leprechauns like me. I finally made it, and standing in front of me was a rather large contraption. I always assumed it was a hill, but now I knew it wasn’t. It was square, made of wood, and had steps leading to a red door. I realized without a doubt that it was a human house. I found a crevice that I could squeeze into. Us leprechauns are good at that sort of thing. The crevice led into a slightly larger opening perfect for a leprechaun. I slept for a long time, tired from my long journey across the field. When I finally woke up I was hungry and decided to explore. At the end of the passageway was a huge room. There was rows of shelves filled with shoes. I realized I hit the gold pot, this was a shoemaker’s house. I loved making shoes! I forgot my hunger and set to work finishing a pair of shoes on the floor. During the days I watched the family and customers in the