The following is a Personal Narrative written for my English 1010 (College Composition I) class.
"Do you see anything Abby?” Molly whispered, peering over the mesh walls of her pack-n-play.
“There’s a man taking a box outside,” I whispered back to my little sister. I was standing near the railing of the stairs that led to the bottom
floor of our family’s small bungalow.
“I want to see,” Molly complained. It was nap time and she was trapped within a cage of mesh and padding to prevent her from wandering around. I, on the other hand, was big enough to sleep in a bed and had full range of our room. That is, as long as I didn’t get caught.
“Shhh,” I said as another man took a box past the stairs. I could hear my mom and dad talking. “Someone’s coming!” I softly exclaimed. I ran the length of our shared bedroom, dove under the covers of my bed, and pretended to be asleep. I opened one eye just a tiny bit and saw my mom with her large, round belly reach the top of the stairs. A few minutes later, she was gone. Molly and I giggled. We’d gotten away with spying on the movers. We heard a car engine out front and I ran to the window just in time to see the big moving truck pull away. I ran back to my bed next to Molly’s pack-n-play and related to her what I had seen. We heard footsteps again, two sets this time, and I pulled the covers back over my head.
“Time to wake up girls,” our mom said as she carefully leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. A few weeks ago, she and our dad told us that they were going to have a baby. Molly and I were going to have a baby sister! But now we had to move to a bigger house so that there would be enough rooms for everyone. Even better, the house we were moving to needed to be fixed up, so we were going to get to stay at Grandma and Papa’s house for a while. Today was finally the day we were going to get to go. I was going to miss our old house, the window seat in the kitchen, the big basement that served as my playroom. I was especially going to miss the big backyard with all the old trees that dropped so many crisp brown leaves in the fall; we could make a big enough pile to bury me completely. But I was excited to move to my new house too. We were
going to live so close to Grandma and Grandpa that all we had to do to get to their house was walk through the backyard. Our mom also told us that Molly and I could pick out the color for our bedroom.
"It’s time to go to Grandma and Papa’s house,” our dad said. Molly and I both cheered with excitement. We got dressed, went downstairs for the last time, and off we went!
Compared to our old house, our grandparent’s house was huge. It had, what seemed through the eyes of a four-year-old, impossibly high ceilings with wooden beams perforating the white plaster every so often. The white, shaggy carpet in the living room was soft beneath my feet. Upstairs, along with the bedrooms, was a loft with a balcony that looked out on the kitchen and family room downstairs. Sunlight poured through the skylight and shown down on the carpet that was a picture of an owl. The owl’s huge eyes stared up as Molly and I ran across his snow white body. The tiny white bird in the living room clock popped out of his hiding place and crowed as the big hand struck the twelve. Molly and I laughed in surprise from our perch in the loft. Grandma was cooking dinner in the kitchen below us, and it filled the house with warmth and the smell of roast beef and mashed potatoes. “Grandma! Up here!” Molly called down to the kitchen. Our grandmother stepped back, looked up, and smiled. “Be careful girls,” she said, as she waved.
“We know,” Molly and I both chimed before resuming our giggling.
That night, when I was lying in bed, with only the sound of Molly’s breathing punctuating the soft silence, I thought about how much I would miss our old house. It was the only house I had ever lived in. I was going to miss the yard, and my room, and the window seat in the kitchen. I was going to miss how the park was so close; all you had to do was walk through the backyard to get to it. I was also nervous about going to a new school. But I was excited too. I was going to have a new baby sister, and we were going to live in a bigger house close to my Grandma and Grandpa’s house. I decided then and there that I shouldn’t be sad or nervous about moving, moving was an adventure.