Personal Narrative: I M Easy In Elementary School

Second grade: full of fun times, lots of laughs, and even stress. As a child, I worried about pretty much everything, and I still do to this day. Many people believe that second graders have nothing to worry about. After all, children supposedly have things pretty easy for the most part. In my younger years however, I would have disagreed with this idea. I felt as though I had plenty of stressful situations in my life that could keep me on edge. Now that I'm older, I realize that I actually did have it easy in elementary school. I should’ve just enjoyed my time as a child and not worried over dumb things. I mean, worrying about missing one day of school for an important wedding might show that you have a problem.
“Elizabeth, you have a phone

I adored her! He had brought her home to visit a few times, and we always did super fun things together. They would even pick me up from school in Matt’s Jeep with all the doors and even the top off!
“Yeah, of course I remember Heather!!! Why? Are you guys going to visit? Are we going to get to hang out again? Can you tell her I’m super excited and that I’ve missed her?” Questions flew out of my mouth faster than bullets from a machine gun. I only stopped when I noticed that Matt had begun to laugh from the other end of the line.
“Actually, I called to tell you that I proposed to her last night, and we are going to get married!”
I screamed when I heard the news. My happiness hindered me from sitting still. I sprinted out of the playroom, looking for mom so I could share the news with her. Later, I discovered, she already knew. (Hence the unusual smile when she had handed me the phone.)
Matt’s voice came back through the phone once I had calmed

I couldn’t wait for them to waltz in and cut the beautiful cake that sat tantalizingly in the corner. The white icing and frosting flowers seemed to call my name. My mouth watered! FINALLY they walked through the tent opening and headed for the table with all the food. I leaned forward in anticipation and watched as the knife slid through the cake. It felt as if Matt and Heather had invited everyone present to come and try a piece immediately. I bolted to the table so I could claim the title of first in line. Finally I received my slice from the server and trotted back to my table.
I sat down and pulled off a piece of the cake with my fingers to try it. The flavorful vanilla filled my mouth and made me smile. I gobbled down the rest of my slice and even part of my mom’s.
“Is that good, Elizabeth?” my mom chuckled.
“Mhmm!” I exclaimed, tiny pieces of cake spilling out of the corners of my mouth.
I finished my lovely plate of food and then made my way to the dance floor. People had begun to "break it down", or try to anyways, during the course of me eating. I looked around, not sure what to do.
“Hey Elizabeth! Wanna dance?” Matt stretched his hand out to me as he asked the question. I took