- When reading number one the first thing that came to my head was moving to Freeport, Long Island in the beginning of fourth grade. It was a whole new scenery for me. First, I know how my own room. Two, out house was huge. Three, we had a horse stable as our back house and no horse. (However, my dogs did use to stay in the stables.) This was a shift for me, because I was given room, space, and air to breathe. The only thing that was displeasing was going to school with my siblings for the first time and everyone calling me by my family-nickname in public.
- For number two, I decided to pick a time in my life where I had to make a mental and physical leave from my family. I’ve moved away from my primary family a few times, but each time was a little bit harder. My most recent time was the summer of 2015. I had just graduated High School and decided that i need a more stable environment for my life as a college student.
- Skipping number three and brain storming on number four, i went for me being able to speak another language. I speak Jamaican Patois. It’s not that hard for me to switch between these languages because it’s something that i have been around since in the womb. I have an attachment to my language for many reasons. My major reason is because of my family. For my dad, he speaks Patois 24/7. Its his native language i suppose. My language is most often mimicked in a sense of humor most often. Some say it’s “broken English”. But my question is, how can a language be “broken”?
[These are my ideas so far for my personal narrative, however, I am leaning more towards number 2.]