Personal Narrative

I sat in my room a few days ago, and I was thinking, "What memory do I have that I could possibly write about?". I started thinking and I pictured this day right away. It stuck out like a sore thumb. I can remember possibly everything about that crazy day from long ago like it happened yesterday. The food, the smells, the warm feelings, and the helmet. The helmet was a gift my dad got for Christmas from a friend. It was a Miami Dolphins football helmet. He loved that helmet. It was his only prized possession and he would just die if anything happened to it. But that day, something almost did happen to the helmet and my dad never knew. It all started when my brother Ryan and I woke up that Sunday morning. My dad was in the kitchen cooking breakfast and my mom was at work. My dad was making our favorite food; chocolate chip pancakes. He was trying so hard to put every bit of perfection he had into each pancake, yet somehow they would still have something wrong with them. They either had too many chocolate chips or not enough; they were either too large or too small. Though they were good enough for Ryan and me who hadn't eaten anything so far. We sat down and started to eat the pancakes one by one. They more we ate, the more my dad made. For every one we would eat, there would be like five more on the table in front of you. As you would bite into them, you see the steam come up into the air intoxicating it with a smell so sweet, you could almost die. The chocolate chips would melt into your mouth; the mix of heat from being made and the milk combining into one somewhat like a chemical reaction. After we ate, my brother and I went to go get dressed. Ryan was wearing jeans that could probably on fit on my feet now, blue socks, and a striped green, red, and purple tee shirt. I was wearing yellow sweatpants and a pink shirt that had every letter of the alphabet on it. (We were very creative back then, I know) My mom finally came home from work when Ryan and I were playing tag around the house. She told us to stop running because we would probably break something. My mom and dad then started to mix sauces and make shrimp and put chips in bowls. They invited friends to come over and watch the big game with them. It was Sunday afternoon and today was the day that the Miami Dolphins would be playing. My dad was and still is to this day, a Miami Dolphins fan. Around three o'clock that afternoon, people started to come over. There was only a few kids who came, two to be exact. They were my two cousins Steven and Danny. Steven was the oldest, then it was me, after that came Ryan, and finally little Danny. Danny was only a few months at the time so we didn't play much with him. Us three big kids were interested in causing some havoc today. We went straight to my room, and began planning. Steven even drew a little map of where we would go and how we would do it. It was as if we were spies. As the adults were starting to sit down to watch their football game, us kids began plotting how it would work. Our main goal? To reach the candy jar in the kitchen pantry and sneak candy into my room. The game had finally started and in some way, it was as if us kids had started a football game of our own. We planned carefully and had "moves" to win like the Dolphins had plays to win. We started to go in the living room to get to the kitchen and we tried to not get caught. The adults were paying attention to the television and the Dolphins had gotten their second down. We went running behind the sofa, and score! We got right in the kitchen without anyone catching us. Us kids were so happy, it was as if we really won something important. We continued our rough journey as the adults kept on going with their game. Watching that game as if it was their future right before their eyes. We walked in the pantry and tried to turn on the light. "Poop Heads", we all said in unison. We didn't reach the light switch. There was no possible way to go on with the lights off. Our mission would end here. Fortunately for us, Steven had an idea. If we got a chair from the kitchen, we could drag it to the pantry and stand on it to turn the switch on. But that was a little to risky for us. If the adults heard us dragging the chair from the dining room all the way to the kitchen pantry, they would come raging in to see if everything was ok with us and to make sure nothing is broken. We couldn't take that risk because they wouldn't then leave us alone in the kitchen after catching us moving a chair. We decided not to drag the chair, but to simply lift it. The three of us would be able to lift the chair easily. So we went to the chair, and we lifted it up with all of our strength. We had got it up in the air too! It was amazing lifting that chair, mainly because we got it up in the air so easily. We had finally got the chair in the pantry and the game was halfway through. The commercials came on and my uncle came in the kitchen for a drink. We ran as fast as we could from the pantry to the hallway making sure to shut off the lights while trying to not get caught. Luckily, my uncle just got the drink from the fridge and left to go back and watch that little screen produce millions of little pixels to play his stupid little game of football. The three of us were careful to get to the pantry quietly and start from where we left off. Now to look for something edible that was tasty, sweet, and absolutely yummy. Spotted on the middle shelf yet still higher than our reach even with the chair, the Candy Jar. It gleamed on that shelf as if it had glitter on it or millions of shiny new pennies that were reflecting off the light. Yet all it had in it was candy; so much candy it could fill the stomachs of a whole family who had a sweet tooth. The jar was clear so you could see all the labels of the candy- Snickers, Milky Way, 100 Grand, M & M's, Reeses Pieces, and many more. The top was a stealth black color that was so shiny that if there was even a little scratch, it would ruin the glamour of the top itself. The whole jar was really only plastic so if it fell, it wouldn't really break unless it was a big fall; then it would break like a piñata. We tried to reach for it, but it didn't work. Ryan had been missing for a good five minutes so we began to worry. "Would he really stop low enough to tell the adults our plans?" we thought. We sat in the pantry, our heads hanging low, when Ryan appeared. He was standing in front of us telling us he would save the day like a super hero. He was wearing my dads prized possession. The glorious helmet in which my dad cherished more than life itself. As we were sitting there confused, Ryan began to hit his head on the shelf where the jar was sitting. He tackled the shelf for a few minutes and gave up. He didn't want to do this anymore because he thought we would get in trouble. Steven and me gave him a little pet talk because we didn't want to go down without giving a fight. Ryan began to tackle the shelf again when we saw it. Te jar had finally wiggled a little closer to the edge. We started screaming and chanting Ryan's name in unison so he would gain confidence. He finally hit it so hard that the jar dropped right into my hands. Score; we finished our mission with flying colors. We took all the candy we could possibly eat and out of the blue, you can hear the adults screaming and cheering and all happy because the Miami Dolphins had one. They celebrated their victory while in return, us kids celebrated our victory too. We crawled back to my room, laid on my bed, and celebrated by taking a nap because we were completely exhausted. And that was the day that I can remember so clearly mainly when I sit in my room and look at that helmet. The helmet that has held so many memories for me for so long that one day in return, I will hope that I have shared many memories of that precious helmet too.