Personal Narrative: Growing Up As A Little Kid
Growing up as a little kid I really didn’t have any toys or friends to play with. My dad works in construction, I asked him one day if he could built me a little play house for me, he told me that he would think about it. Until the next day he brought in some wood, nails, paint… so on and so forth to build the house. Now, this house was like no Barbie house, this house was a life size house for a little kid. I remember helping my dad drawing and building it to make it looked all pretty. The house look like a real house, it had a door with a door knob, and a window. The house could even fit in my blue chair with letters on it so I can go inside, sit down and eat my snacks in there. I loved it so much I would usually take my naps in there.