Blessing By Jarod Kintz: Personal Narrative Essay

A Blessing “I want to write a book about shoes that’s full of footnotes.” ― Jarod Kintz. This quote was the main reason why I thought about making this personal narrative essay what it is. Have you ever been waiting on a pair of shoes to come out for days, weeks, or even months? Well, I definitely had a love for shoes, not just a pair. I always loved shoes since the age of eight. I used to urge my mother to take me to Footlocker every Saturday, but she only took me now and then. Next, I constantly asked my father to take me to the mall, and he says “No, ask your mother.” As time gradually progressed my parents slowly knew that I really had a love for shoes. Once I became thirteen, my parents actually took me to the mall ten times more than

The pair of shoes were called “Air Jordan 11.” They were superior and famous around Atlanta for people who were in love with shoes like me. Plus, majority of my friends wanted them. Also, my parents were acting extremely lazy this one time because they so called said “We already bought you things for Christmas.” But I’m the type of person that wouldn’t care what my parents say I will still beg for them to buy me the shoes, but they always said, “Nope, I don’t have

But you have to take me back to my house before my parents come back because I’m pretty sure that they’re coming back tomorrow.” I left the house at around 1:00 am and once I got there, there was already a line waiting for me and my friends. As time passed it was getting closer and closer till the store (Footlocker) becomes opened and the line just grew and grew. And on the other side, it felt as chilly as a block of ice that day. Once the store opened, the line was as long as a line would be at Best Buy on Black Friday. My parents texted me and said that they will be back home in three to four hours. I was never that nervous in my life till that day. I was rushing to get in front of the line, but it didn’t work at all, not one person allowed me to get in front of them. The worst part about this is that the man in front of me wore the same size shoe as me, so I