Narrative Essay About Life Lessons

Lessons. Sometimes they can be enjoyable, and other times they can be unfortunate. Either way, a lesson is just words that have been put together and will never be anything more until you choose to listen and understand they mean. When I was younger in age I never really understood the point of the “little talks” my father would have with me. My father, being as stubborn as he was, always stuck to his morals, and when he would fail, he would do his best to make it right. He wasn’t a perfect man by far, but he tried, especially when it came to raising up his children. Manners in his case were the most important thing. He would say, “ If you don’t learn but one thing from me, let it be this: manners are everything. They change how people feel about you and how they feel about themselves. Don’t ever stray from them.” Being a little girl at the age of five, this didn’t mean much to me. It would continue to not mean very much to me until I hit the ripe old age of eight. This is when my father’s lessons would come into fruition. My father wasn’t the youngest of the bunch. Due to me being an adopted child, the age gap between my father and I was much larger than the …show more content…
Knock! Knock! Three times, all at once. No one answered, but from a far i heard a noise from the barn. Being a little child with no common sense, i urged towards the barn. Knock! Knock! Knock! Yet again i did, but this time as the barn door. No one answered. The red paint on the barn door began to scratch as i dug my nails in, scared of what was inside. I gently tugged at the door...more and more...then all at once. Inside was our neighbor covered in feathers and foam. He was making a duck decoy for when duck hunting season came along. No murderer to be found, just a country boy who liked to hunt. He then noticed me, “ oh, hey. What can i do for ya?” i hesitated for a moment then i asked for some sugar. The neighbor with the murder barn just happened to be the only neighbor with sugar to