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 …

…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?