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 …show more content…
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 …show more content…
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