Personal Narrative: My Life In Indiana
All my life, all I ever knew was Indiana. My friends, school, and favorite restaurant were all there. I didn’t want to change anything! I was 8; I thought I had my whole life together. That soon changed when my mother was offered a new job in a new state. A state... that to me was like a whole other country, a place full of new, strange and scary things.I didn’t want to leave the Krogers with a ginormous wall full of delicious jelly beans, or the Bonnie & Clyde restaurant my dad always took me to before half day kindergarten. But, I was small, no one cared about my opinions. Next thing I knew, we were gone. Goodbye Indiana! Hello corn filled Iowa… At the time that the house searching began, we stayed with my grandparents, in Brooklyn Iowa. Over a couple weeks my parents looked at multitude of houses, in a range of different areas. After a couple weeks they found one in Mount Vernon Iowa. This one, was the one they wanted to bring the whole family too! Which meant it was probably the one. The house was giant, like a palace! It was a corner lot house surrounding by 7 extremely tall trees. It was a five level, five bedrooms and four bath house, perfect for our medium sized family. As we looked around, mom and dad decided to make
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I don’t know why. This person in front of me, could be mean or she could be my first friend in this unknown area. I hoped it’d be the second one. I ascended the steps and walked the path to her porch where she was sitting. As I got closer, her smile grew and so did mine! She wasn’t mean, she was sweet. I sat down next to her, and quietly said, “My name’s Mallory, what’s yours?” She replied with, “I’m Shaunna. My mom just made these cookies and I asked if I could share some with you.” She was sitting with a warm plate of chocolate chip cookies, for me! We shared some cookies and talked till my parents come back outside. What an amazing start to a new
I don’t know why. This person in front of me, could be mean or she could be my first friend in this unknown area. I hoped it’d be the second one. I ascended the steps and walked the path to her porch where she was sitting. As I got closer, her smile grew and so did mine! She wasn’t mean, she was sweet. I sat down next to her, and quietly said, “My name’s Mallory, what’s yours?” She replied with, “I’m Shaunna. My mom just made these cookies and I asked if I could share some with you.” She was sitting with a warm plate of chocolate chip cookies, for me! We shared some cookies and talked till my parents come back outside. What an amazing start to a new