Preview

Personal Narrative: My Mom At The Beach Road

Good Essays
Open Document
Open Document
340 Words
Grammar
Grammar
Plagiarism
Plagiarism
Writing
Writing
Score
Score
Personal Narrative: My Mom At The Beach Road
It was in 2002, when It happened. My Mom was driving me and my sister to my grandfathers house, it was a bit foggy, I must have been like 500 feet from the house when I was hit. You see, there is a main road the has a small gravel road come off of it, my Mom turned the car to branch off onto the gravel road, when a drunk driving a volunteer fire truck slammed into the side of our van - the side I was sitting in. Our van flipped into a ditch on the side of the road, and the truck was hardly damaged, I guess the gate openers on the front of the tuck helped. my Mom started getting really scared that the van would blow up. Se pushed herself out of the car, and got my sister and I out of the car. My sister had a gashed knee, and I had a cut neck
Continue Reading
View Writing Issues

You May Also Find These Documents Helpful

  • Satisfactory Essays

    Personal Narrative: The Road To Hollandale Beach Interstate
    • 76 Words
    • 1 Page

    Personal Narrative: The Road To Hollandale Beach Interstate

    I exited the Interstate 95 ramp heading west towards Hollandale Beach Boulevard. I continued traveling west in the center lane as I drove over the rail road tracks another vehicle that exited the northbound ramp and tried to merge over into the center lane. Therefore, traffic was stop and go, I was already applying my brakes when I struck their vehicle on the driver’s side taillight and quarter panel. There is no damage to my vehicle.…

    • 76 Words
    • 1 Page
    Satisfactory Essays
    Read More
  • Good Essays

    Personal Narrative: The Beach Blaster
    • 634 Words
    • 3 Pages

    Personal Narrative: The Beach Blaster

    Screams pierced through the salty, humid, California air. Intimidating rides towered above me, even the thought of riding them terrifying me. Thundering waves crashed as a backdrop for the “Belmont Park” sign that about touched the clouds. Excitement and anticipation coursed through my veins. My palms turned clammy and we made our way through the never ending line to get our tickets. Wafting through the light breeze was the sweet aroma of funnel cakes, cotton candy, and hotdogs. Looking around me I knew one thing, I was determined to go on the three most daunting rides, the Giant Dipper, a hair-raising roller coaster, the Beach Blaster, sickening my stomach at the thought of it and lastly the dark looming room of extreme laser tag.…

    • 634 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
    Read More
  • Good Essays

    Personal Narrative: Long Beach Island
    • 429 Words
    • 2 Pages

    Personal Narrative: Long Beach Island

    There’s no other place in the world where I feel the most at home than being at Long Beach Island. There you can smell the fresh, salty air of the ocean as the warm breeze brushes across your face. It is a place where the sand, sometimes chilled by the water or boiling hot up in the sand dunes, fiddles its way through your toes one by one sending chills down your spine with every step. Off in the distance you can hear the chiming of bells as the ice cream men call children of all ages to cool themselves off with a frozen treat. This is the place that all summer long, I am lucky to call home.…

    • 429 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
    Read More
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Personal Narrative: The Jersey Shore
    • 262 Words
    • 2 Pages

    Personal Narrative: The Jersey Shore

    As you all vividly remember, the Jersey Shore took a pounding during Hurricane Sandy. The winds, flooding, and whipping sand plummet the shoreline and communities forever changing the landscape.…

    • 262 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
    Read More
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Personal Narrative: Mama Mia
    • 299 Words
    • 2 Pages

    Personal Narrative: Mama Mia

    Located in New York, the cultural and financial capital of the world, I know that my time at Columbia will be both productive and enjoyable.…

    • 299 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
    Read More
  • Good Essays

    Personal Narrative: My Mother's Return To California
    • 272 Words
    • 2 Pages

    Personal Narrative: My Mother's Return To California

    Shortly after my father’s departure, I received a call from my Mother asking for money, I depleted what funds were saved, not having any to send her. Lashing out a serpent's tongue, cursing began and names she insulted me with are not surprising, as anticipated. Both my mother and sister returned to California. Pam left her two daughters in California, the girls were separated somehow. I truly don’t know how it came roughly to their living arrangements, although my elder sister, Cynthia had the newest child, she was possibly two at the time. The middle child disappeared, living with friends, a pre-adolescent. Discovering by accident the situation by visiting my sister, Cynthia. A few weeks later I ended up holding the newest child and locating…

    • 272 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
    Read More
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Personal Narrative: My Dearest Makenzie Beach
    • 296 Words
    • 2 Pages

    Personal Narrative: My Dearest Makenzie Beach

    Well how should I start this of…. I got! Please read this aloud to your fellow siblings and the woman that identifies as your birth mother.…

    • 296 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Satisfactory Essays
    Read More
  • Good Essays

    Personal Narrative: Facing A Tough Situation
    • 766 Words
    • 4 Pages

    Personal Narrative: Facing A Tough Situation

    It was an ordinary day; my husband was mowing the yard and my son helping him to pick up the grass. My younger daughter was playing around the house, and my older daughter doing homework. My son was only three years old at the time of the accident and I still remember…

    • 766 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Good Essays
    Read More
  • Satisfactory Essays

    Personal Narrative: My Mom
    • 134 Words
    • 1 Page

    Personal Narrative: My Mom

    All of my aunts and uncles just showed up. Nobody has said anything about Teddy, so I am thinking that he is at the other hospital with Willow (pg63). When I walk in the hallway I see Kim (pg 63).I am so happy to see Kim, but her mother came with her. Kim’s mother is very emotional, Kim says it’s just being a drama queen. Kim finally couldn’t take her mother's crying any longer, she yells at her mother to get her to stop crying. After Kim’s outburst she leaves her mother in the waiting room while she walks around the hallways. When Kim yelled at her mom, it reminded me of when i became her friend. When we were younger we hated each other, now she is my best…

    • 134 Words
    • 1 Page
    Satisfactory Essays
    Read More
  • Better Essays

    Personal Narrative: Get Behind The Driver
    • 957 Words
    • 4 Pages

    Personal Narrative: Get Behind The Driver

    My mom was driving a car full of kids all under the age of nine. My Dad was at work at the time. We were just driving straight down the road on the way to a church function. A drunken man who was illegally driving turned right into my family and hit us head on. The drunk guy did not even care about what had happened. His head was bleeding lots and he got out of his car and chugged a beer before the police had arrived. The suburban was totaled but luckily none of us were hurt. It was a blessing in disguise that my Dad had a bad headache that day. He was on his way home from work early and was only a mile away from the scene when my Mom called him. My Mom was in shock and not able to talk. A man who had witnessed the accident took my Moms phone and told my Dad we were all okay. We were all still fastened in our car seats. The firefighters got us out and we got to ride home in the back of a police…

    • 957 Words
    • 4 Pages
    Better Essays
    Read More
  • Good Essays

    Personal Narrative: A Long Walk On The Beach
    • 316 Words
    • 2 Pages

    Personal Narrative: A Long Walk On The Beach

    Have you ever wanted to take a long walk on the beach alone? Well, I have when I was four years old. I stayed in a white motel called, "The Atlantis" off the shore of old Orchard Beach, Maine. This is what happened. Being a normal four-year-olds, I took a nap on the red floral printed comforter. When my parents finally had decided to take a nap, I had just woken up. So, I didn't want to just fall back asleep, I decided to leave. I jumped out of bed and unlocked the door as quietly as possible, but it still had squea want to just fall back asleep, I decided to leave. I jumped out of bed and unlocked the door as quietly as possible, but it still had a "squeakk" just a little bit though. Then I kept the door open and walked down the damp wooden…

    • 316 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
    Read More
  • Better Essays

    Personal Narrative-Mama
    • 1317 Words
    • 6 Pages

    Personal Narrative-Mama

    “ Que pasa “(what’s up)my grandpa said over the phone. “ I’m just at home con mi mama”, I replied. “ Yo y tu Nana Amanda vamos ir a México mañana quieres venir?”(your grandma Amanda and I are going to Mexico do you want to come?) I said “ Espere le voy a preguntar a mi mama”(hold on i’m going to ask my mom). I asked my mom if I could go and she said ,“I’m not going to be able to go I have notes to write for work over the weekend.” I said, “ You have notes but I don’t, so can I go.” My mom said, “ Go ahead but I’m not driving you all the way to Rialto so Nana is gonna have to come pick you up tonight.” I said ,”Ok I’ll be back Sunday”…

    • 1317 Words
    • 6 Pages
    Better Essays
    Read More
  • Good Essays

    Personal Narrative-The Other Woman
    • 1353 Words
    • 6 Pages

    Personal Narrative-The Other Woman

    2390 East Huntsville Road, I was 5 years old and use to my dad never being around always working until 3 am at his work. I don't remember waking up with my dad being home, but that had been life since I can remember. What I do remember is that I consider it the worst day of my life. I was 6 years old at the time, I got picked up from school by my mother who had a very cold look on her face the car ride home, but I didn’t think much of it. She was an adult and adults got upset easily. When we pulled into the drive I got out and I was excited to share my day with her, today for me was like every other day. But something was different, my father was home. My dad and mom asked me to come into their room for a minute, the…

    • 1353 Words
    • 6 Pages
    Good Essays
    Read More
  • Good Essays

    My Hero's Journey
    • 550 Words
    • 3 Pages

    My Hero's Journey

    It was the Monday before Thanksgiving break, I was sitting in third hour reading a book and looking at the clock every few minutes, I was leaving school early to see my great aunt that day. After arriving home my mother summoned my older sister and I into the living room, she said to sit, she told the reason we were going…

    • 550 Words
    • 3 Pages
    Good Essays
    Read More
  • Good Essays

    9/11: A Short Story
    • 320 Words
    • 2 Pages

    9/11: A Short Story

    The ambulance took me to the Hospital and took care of my hurt ankle. I was feeling quite sad and angry that my mom had died that day. I will never forget her. I wondered to myself what I would do now. My mom’s brother (Alec) asked me if I was ok, I said yes, I wanted to stay with him for awhile, the only person that would make me feel…

    • 320 Words
    • 2 Pages
    Good Essays
    Read More

Related Topics