Best Dress

Authors note: The reason I wrote a personal narrative on me buying my first dress was because it was a very memorable moment for me and I will never forget it I can also recall all the details.

It was 3 days before my first communion when my mom got me and my sister into the car and drove us up to David’s Bridal. When we pulled into the parking lot my first thought was Bridal? Nobody was getting married it was a first communion not a wedding, so I made sure my mom knew that trust me. My mom  said that they didn’t only have wedding dresses they had all kinds. “ok.” I said we can see what they have.” When we walked in the door the store was full of dresses ceiling to floor It was bonkers!

 I didn’t know where to look they were everywhere all different colors and everything. My mom let me and my sister go off and look on our own but before she let us go she said. “You need to get a white dress and Allison you can get any other color except for white.”That made me heartbroken that I couldn’t get a colorful dress, but I got over it as soon as I saw all the beautiful dresses they had in white. When me and my sister parted ways  my mom also looked around even though she knew that she wasn’t  getting anything. I went  and skimmed through probably thousands of dresses and finally found a dazzling  one.

  I knew I had to get it. I ran to go find my sister to tell her I found the perfect dress as I found her she was looking at a delightful light green dress she said, “This is the one.”  We went to go find my mom and as we found her she was by wedding dresses and we  told her we  found them, the perfect dresses . Excellent  she said, “Let’s go find Isabelle’s first.” I took my mom to my dress and she grabbed it for me,” Where is yours Allison?” She asked my sister and we walked across the store so my mom could get hers.  My mom said “you have to try them on to make sure they fit.” We both went back  to the dressing rooms.

When  we were done changing we both opened the doors at the same time, and before we even got out of the dressing room we looked at each other in amazement.   Both of our dresses looked stunning,  we walked and both twirled to show my mom.  She actually started tearing up a little. “You’re getting so old.” She said (I was 7 years old can you imagine what  she’ll do when I graduate.) We finally bought our dresses and went home making sure to be gentle with them.  I was  ecstatic for my big day especially now that I had the best dress.