Free Personal Narratives: Stormy Days - My Paradise

Arashi 's Day - My paradise "Oh, man ... I hate the rain!" My eight - year - old brother said. He had a weekend and was planning to play and explore the outdoors. I can understand his disappointment. An 8 - year old boy is trying to catch an unpleasant creature, cycling, and playing outdoors. Mothers usually do not allow these adventures on stormy days. He knew he was not lucky. On the other hand, I was satisfied when I woke up on the window glass and heard the sound "Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop."

On day 20, I wrote a link on exposing 650 narrative lighting tips for the New York Times Learning Network. On the same day, I decided to start writing the morning writing section and challenge myself to write a free 5 minute writing from the list to raise random attention. As words come out of my heart, fingertips, and keyboard, it is interesting to see what I'm suggesting. I write because I like to learn new things. I like to study each type, every discovery, the possibility of every failure indefinitely. And summarizing this information will be like a puzzle and turn it into words. You should remember the history of the people in front of me, the people near me, the people in the future, and the history of them and those who make us. Please experience. I like interviews, put people on pens and paper and find the perfect vocabulary to share their intimate moments when someone listens to them

I spent the first two days in bed, but in a comfortable alcohol near the window, the lights were dim, the curtains were open. The corner of my ward is a raft, so long as you hold firmly, you can go home and go home. I also clung to my book to see the strange new world I found and to link to another place in my life somewhere outside the hospital wall. I did not talk to anything other than nurses and doctors. Despite the fact that the staff revealed "like" when the patient was eating together at the restaurant, I put all the meals in my small bedside table. She wrote something on my chart when I said she did not want to.

On this perfect day, when I sat on the rock and walked barefoot into warm sand, it was a perfect day. I am very pleased that I decided to sing a happy song. I have a sad song, but I saved those stormy days. On a gray day wind, rain and waves hit the shore, and the seabirds were flowing together. But that is not the present. It is beautiful now. I sang for a long time, only sea birds and tidal pool made me accompany. On this calm day, my music has to go very far, for a person bypasses this point with a small boat. The ship is pale yellow and low in the sea, very sharp. It seems that he is looking for a source of music.