Topic > Personal Narrative Essay: The Day I Remembered Myself in...

or Ethan*... or...." He rubbed his palms together awkwardly, "or you can just call me no name ." He looked at me and then quickly looked away, as if avoiding my curious gaze would somehow make him not guilty of simply abandoning his responsibilities. So I called him nothing more than "Alien Man." I would be lying if I said I didn't care about him as the weeks went by. In fact, I felt that the Alien Man was growing in me. I liked his company, and I thought he liked mine brought my new roller skates with the Batman stickers I had crudely pasted on the sides. The tall blonde woman walked out of her room and sighed. The door creaked as it opened and Mom grabbed my arm, leading me out to the car. Once my mother had put her seatbelt on, she drove