Personal Narrative: The Beach

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One day, I decided to visit my haven, the beach. It was one of those boiling hot day summer days, I couldn’t feel the difference between my top and my body, the sweat has emerged both together from the heat. My legs being touched by the small whips of wind. A bottle of water in hand and flip flops on my feet. I dart off the sidewalk excited to get the feel of sand between my toes. I’m just one step closer…. I can’t wait. Suddenly, I feel myself pummeled to the ground with a heavy body enclosing me in complete silence. The sound of waves, the sound of cars- people yelling and babies crying. I just couldn’t take it… the very loud…NOTHING. Those things have been taken away from me. Nothing would subside the pain I feel, what happened to me all because of my parents doing, all because of their stupid business. “Bibbidy bobbdy boo, make a spell or maybe two” my mom chanted around the house, just like in Cinderella. I wake up on the same running around. It’s parents daily job, they would sit around the kitchen chanting odd sentences, mixing ingredients from recipes that have been passed on through the family. Making …show more content…

Educate thyself what is needed to become an active member in society. A straight ‘A’ student regardless of all obstacles. Nothing would have been doable without the help of my brother Aaron, who helped me find substitutes for my disabilities. He helped me acquire enough strength and motivation to learn Sign Language, “Amy, we are freakin’ cool. We have our own secret lingo” he would say. He learned it with me, supported me and took on the position of being a strong pillar in my life. However, he did have his own pros “Hello, if you wish to speak to my sister Amy please talk to me and I will personally translate your messages”, robotic voice Aaron would say. His intro when we talk to people who don’t know about my situation was in a robotic manner, he was my own personal human