Personal Narrative Essays: A Place To Call Home

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Flo A April 22, 2012 A Place to Call Home Something in my heart said this place was going to be special, as we drove down ice covered Chena Hot Springs road just outside of Fairbanks, Alaska. The snow started falling over the already snow covered landscape; it looked as though we were inside one of them snow globes you shake. This was my third or fourth foster home since I was five, and I am ten now. I never had a real home. My Mom was an alcoholic and could not take care of me. The smell of fried chicken reminded me I had not eaten and my mouth watered, and the social worker said “you’re just in time for dinner”. The dinner table was full of homemade food; Kentucky Fried Chicken seemed not so much. I was introduced…show more content…
I had a slumber party with four girls from school stay over. Elsie baked a cherry cake with vanilla frosting, the smell filled the house. For dinner we had nacho’s. Janine, Melissa, Denise, Tina and I had so much fun telling stories, playing dress-up, we listened to 80’s music and danced. The sound of laughter and Duran Duran filled the house. We talked about it for weeks; my other classmates were enthralled hearing the stories. I had to be dreaming I thought, this was all too good to be true. From my slumber party to this day Tina and I formed a friendship, not just best friends but friends for…show more content…
Their home was so beautiful like a magical place in the forest. Flowers every where, a winding path to a little pond with real coy fish, and there was even a water fall. Everyone treated me as if they new me my whole life and missed me just the same. I woke up one morning and Johnny was asking me if the cookie I fell asleep with was to feed night mares. I laughed and laughed. Then we drove to Idaho where Elsie and Johnny’s son Mike lived. He had a double wide modular home on a vineyard. Yes he grew grapes and potatoes as well. Elsie taught me to be helpful and courteous especially if I were a house guest, so people will appreciate me and welcome me in their home. His daughter, Jacinda, was four years old and we were inseparable. We rode horses, went fishing, hiking, camping, boating and sight seeing. A summer vacation I will never forget. Along with all the fun times came the learning times. I learned family values through out the years. Last and certainly not least they had an unconditional love I will always cherish, a family….. At

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