When I Was a Kid A Narrative Essay

This morning is a typical Tuesday morning as I make my daily commute to work. The blue sky is bright with sun, but it is a brisk New England winter morning. As I drive down the highway drinking my coffee, I scan through the radio stations looking for my favorite songs desperately trying to get motivated for the day ahead. Instead of finding my favorite tunes, I find weather bulletins galore warning of an impending …showed first 75 words of 754 total…

…showed last 75 words of 754 total…Nor'easter has now been downgraded, and the most we will experience is a few inches of snow, turning to rain, and creating one big wet mess. I just shrug my shoulders and say under my breath, "I told you so." At 1:00 p.m. I gather my things and get ready to head to the door to pick up my children, but not before grabbing my umbrella. Why didn't this happen when I was a kid?