Personal Narrative Essay: Substance Abuse

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I can still here my mother yelling now, “Go upstairs! Go upstairs!” I was maybe about three or four years old scurrying to the top of the basement stairs, and when I got to the top the door was locked behind me. I could hear my mother and father arguing down there, but it was muffled through the heavy steel door. My mother came back upstairs a short while after; her eyes were red and even being so young it was obvious she had been crying. She tried explaining how, “Daddy gets a little crazy sometimes, but don’t worry”. Honestly at that point I didn’t pay much mind to the incident, but it stuck in my head for sure. There are memories in your mind that you will never forget, images engraved in your mind like they have been carved in stone since…show more content…
By now I have realized that my father abuses drugs along with being an alcoholic, and that first memorable incident I had when I was four years old I came to find out my father was doing cocaine in the basement. Regardless of many other episodes I decide to take a trip with him to Washington D.C to see the zoo over Labor Day weekend. The plan was to leave Friday evening and be back Monday; since school started on Tuesday. I proposed the plan to my mother and she was very hesitant, but I eventually coaxed her into letting me go. I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait. I felt I was old enough now to handle myself if something occurred again. I started packing Friday night and called him the night before; we talked about the weekend ahead, the drive, and how we were going to stay at a hotel only five minutes from the zoo. Friday afternoon eventually came. It was around 7pm when he came to pick me up; he always used to beep the horn when he pulled up to the front of the house. I said goodbye to my mother and got into the car. I kept telling myself that everything will be alright this time in attempt to calm my nerves. It was approximately a four hour drive down to Virginia and everything was going great. The ride didn’t feel too long and a calmness came over me as the trip seemed to be going so smoothly. There have been many times that I have driven with my father while he was under the influence of who knows

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