Personal Narrative: My Life In North Carolina
When I was eight years old I lived in North Carolina with my mother, father, brother, and sister. We all lived together in a nice five bedroom home; we had two dogs and three birds. Everything was perfect in my eyes until my mom got into my uncles brand new car and drove away. I never saw her again! My sister and I were in my room in trouble for fighting, and everyone else was outside having a great time barbequing and hanging with some other family members. My mom and uncle went to test drive his new car and once they left out of our drive way they never returned. All I remember is hearing a loud bang noise and my dad running and jumping in his truck to see if my mom and uncle were okay. A little time passed and I heard police sirens and