Narrative Essay On Brave New World

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When looking back at our youths, seemingly unimportant events can lead to majorly important ones, that alter your perception of the world around you. These events make us who we are today and teach us valuable lessons such as do unto others what you would have them do to you, or as my younger self interpreted it, don’t hit your siblings because they hit back. These lessons seemed unimportant to me at the time because I wouldn’t hit my siblings as they were bigger and faster than me. But they shaped my view of the world and how I handle the news given to me on a seemingly uneventful day.
Following valentine's day and a weekend at girl scout camp, we returned home to a huge surprise. That Monday my mom sat us down on our living room couches cuddled
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Eventually everyone who knew the Millers knew my mom was pregnant. When we went to tell one of my aunts who was very superstitious, she immediately guessed my mom was pregnant, when asked how she knew, she said “ I saw Veronica in a dream, you (my mom) were also there, she walked up to you, and touched your stomach, put her finger over her lips, then disappeared.” At this my mom began crying, only a few months earlier my Grandmother Veronica, and my mom’s mother had passed away. At this point my mom decided to name the baby Veronica if it was a girl, but she hadn’t picked a boys name yet. It was at this point I decided to saw the names I had chosen, of which was Eli. It meant gift from god, or in my case the name of a cute kid in my class who soon moved …show more content…
Before I was born my parents bought a house with three large trees, two in the front and one in the back. One of the trees fell and crushed our dining room, btu it was eventually fixed. Now, ten years later at that end of a very hot summer, hurricane Ike hit. Living up in Ohio, we were protected from most of the storms power, but not its wind and rain. My sister and I played in our shared room, Allen at the time was working at Kings Island, while my very pregnant mom, and Dad were building Eli’s new nursery and future bedroom. They heard a loud popping noise and passed it off and the wind, or a power tool they were using. It was neither, and a bit later we all heard and large crash followed by splintering wood. My parents left Riley and I inside, but we were too curious for that and tried to follow them outside. When we finally made it up front, our entire porch was caved in,leaving broken splinters of the porch and tree alike. We cleaned up the best we could in that storm, but there wasn’t much we could do until it died down more. Once it stopped storming my cousin brought over power equipment and removed what was left of the tree. With it gone the rebuilding of the porch and nursery went relatively smoothly, until