Personal Narrative: Moving Away From A Home

Next stop, onion picking! Samantha planted close to a hundred onions, we pulled them out of the ground and it made you cry like a baby. They smelled so strong even though they were not yet fully grown. The farm used to have an apple tree but it had so many apples on it that it split in half. I learned that when you pick onions you should pick one with the biggest top and also use a shovel because they do not like being pulled out of the ground. Samantha screamed when she pulled her onion out of the ground, a bunch of worms accompanied the onion. While Samantha was struggling her grandpa said to her
I’m going to have to send you to the city Samantha Grandpa drove us all around the property, through the grass on the hills and down by the pond
Samantha drove up her long gravel driveway with me on the back going just under forty miles per hour, my eyes were watering and the breeze was so chilly on my face. When we got to the top of her half a mile-long driveway she told me that I could drive it. I got on and had to make a 180 degree turn while never having driven one of these before she told me to squeeze this lever and the other one but let go of the other once we went for a second in order to switch the gears, this was foreign to me. I started to drive the four wheeler, both of us jerking back and forth because it was like a new driver with a gas pedal. They stomp on the gas and pull their foot off and keep doing that until everyone has whiplash. Samantha and I could not stop laughing but once I got past that turn it was all straight ahead from there even though I only went fifteen miles per hour but it felt like one
We went to one of the only grocery stores in town called Family Dollar to rent a Redbox movie and get supplies for making s’mores. Once we got everything we needed we drove to the local school to pick up Samantha’s little sister. We drove down a long twisting neighborhood to get to the school. Once we got there Samantha told me about how the middle school and high school are connected as one building and the parking lots are extremely small fitting maybe 50 cars. The high schools by my house have enough parking for a small country. We picked her up by the softball field and she told us about how she didn’t even have to pay to get into the softball game because she came from another sporting event. So, their mom called the principal also known as their cousin to make sure this was actually allowed and she