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My mom was putting the ice cold cookie dough in the oven. It was getting warm and was rising like magma in a volcano. My Grandma was pouring the milky waterfall, flowing into my glass cup. Milk and home baked cookies were a Christmas Eve tradition.
Once everyone had arrived, the fun began. My cousins and I went outside and began yelling Christmas songs.
We were just being yowling and prowling cats at night. Everything was an adventure. How young we were. After our merriment, we went back inside, out of breath, and went into the garage to find other hidden secrets our Grandma had. Time flew by so fast, and soon it was midnight.
Everyone was in the living room in pajamas, ready to open presents. First, we started at the youngest, and then all the way to the oldest.
It took a long time to open presents, especially since my Grandma had fourteen grandchildren. Inside we were all shrieking with joy, but outside we looked like mature, responsible kids.
We were all lions awaiting our prey presentswatching for it to leap out of the bag. First to unwrap was my youngest cousin, one-year-old Ariana, who we called Ari.
Ari looked like a cat clawing at the biggest box. Finally, after many other relatives had opened gifts, it was my turn. I was so excited. Then I ripped open my presents, but all I saw was clothes.
I uttered under my breath and thought I saw my dad glowering at me. I was extremely disappointed. I had really hoped to receive that new iPod. At the end of the night, I was happy that I had seen all my relatives. I realized that what really mattered was that I got to see my family and had an awesome time with them.
I love my family because they love, support, and adore me. This had to be the best Christmas ever, one I will always remember. The Dog by Jeremy Woof, woof I hear as I play with my dog, the small barking ball of black fur with his stumpy, little legs and chunky paws chasing the tiny neon yellow sphere.
My dog Jessie hops in the jungle of plants and shrubs still chasing the ball, his long fur as black as night, bounding after the bright sphere.
The day before our ball adventure, Jessie is as energetic as ever. Go back to sleep. I hope your happy. I eat while I watch television.
A few hours later, my mother is awake, too. I go to the screen door to let in Jessie, but he is not there. I am beginning to feel both confused and worried. I search the entire backyard, but Jessie is nowhere to be found.
Now I am incredibly distressed. Where could Jessie be? I scurry quickly to the front yard, and I see it—my dog standing in the middle of the road. I run over and pick up Jessie, elevating him into my arms like a hawk taking a mouse. Then I notice something that looks like two stars that fell from the heavens.
It is the headlights of an oncoming car. I dive out of the way and dart into the house.Writing a Personal Narrative - Purpose and Audience Personal narratives allow you to share your life with others and vicariously experience the things that happen around you.
Aug 14, · This year more than ever, documentaries are expected to challenge our idea of what’s real and what’s fake.
That doesn’t apply to this list, which is the (subjectively one person’s) true.
Personal Narrative- Destruction of Nature - Personal Narrative- Destruction of Nature If you ever get a chance to visit Chaco Canyon National Monument in New Mexico, you should take the time to just stand in the desert and listen.
The silence in this place is physical; you can feel it surround you. Personal Narrative Genre: Personal Narratives from Students 1 – 10 The Night before Christmas. by Eli. Plop, plop, plop. My mom was putting the ice cold cookie dough in the oven. It was getting warm and was rising like magma in a volcano.
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