A Personal Narrative Essay : My Best Friend

However going down a dirt road with a buzzed driver and three girls on a back of a four-wheeler did seem like an awesome and quite brilliant idea at the time. But as luck would have it, we were so wrong! We were coming up to a corner going thirty to thirty-five mph and at first it seemed like my uncle was not going to turn the corner. He made it seem as if he was going to enter the field where the corner began. Considering my cousin Samantha lived just behind that field, but he turned really sharp. Jerked it you might say. When he did, it seemed like time was slowing down. I vividly remember the look of Samantha face as she flew off the side of the for-wheeler. Her eyes grew wide as she realized she was no longer on the for-wheeler's side, but flying in the air. Gravity began to take action she was soon sliding face down on the hard rough dirt road. Before the impact she let out a heart shattering scream. I became paralyzed in my spot due to the shock. Our Uncle stopped immediately when he heard the same heart shattering scream. He ran to her checking out her injuries before

We went around the neighborhood and my brother tagged along. We were wandering for a while when they decided to bike down the grassy ditch behind our houses, and I hesitated to accompany them. They went first and I stood above the drop, knowing very well this wasn’t a good idea. Taking one last deep breath, I pushed forward and started to make my way down.

My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.

There was one day in the summer of my 7th grade year, it was a little different than others because I was about to head to Orlando, Florida to play baseball. This was a very exciting time for me and my entire team because we had worked so hard to get to this very moment at this very tournament. After a short flight we arrived in Orlando. This was a great sight because you could see ESPN World WIde of Sports complex from a mile away. This was a start to an absolutely great time and tournament in Florida.

It was a normal Friday in March except for the fact that I got my license. So my friends and I thought about what we were going to do now that I have my license. Well, we cruised around town thinking we were hot stuff and that we were better that most kids in school since I had my license before many of my friends. We decided that we'd go off-roading since I had the huge truck. It was a hunter green 1979 Ford F-250 Custom. It had huge 33-inch tires, a loud crackling exhaust, and a unique 2-inch thick oak plank flatbed. It really was a beast. So we roared around the backroads hitting bumps and flying into fields just causing a little mischief not doing too much harm. After a week of horsing around

There is nothing better than waking up to a beautiful spring day in the California valley! Not too cold, not to hot, just perfect! For riding bikes that is. As soon as I had finished my breakfast and gotten dressed I was flying down the road to good ole Greenhorn Creek Circle. Greenhorn Creek is where I and some friends always went bike riding. On this particular day a friend named Rowdy brought his bike ramp. When I arrived I saw them jumping it. When I pedaled up another friend, Vaughn, suggested

My house has a steep, lengthy gravel driveway that twists and turns in all directions. Watching my brothers over the years as they conquered the massive drive. I longed to be like them and ride my bike in the gravel too, but I was always fearful that I would fall and get injured. For the

We sat down, buckled in our seatbelts, and then we were off. I couldn’t get the smile off of my face, then I started laughing as we were going up. Once we got to the very top, we zoomed start down. I laughed even harder.

I had big bruises on my leg, but that didn’t stop me. I honestly had enough fear in me I felt like my heart jumped out of my chest. After that, my dad swore that we should take a break for a while, but that didn’t happen. However, we spent numerous amounts of times in our yard practicing up and down the yard just so I could get used to it, too. My dad and I would even go to my grandparents that had two-hundred and fifty acres of land to get better at riding. This four-wheeler was my best friend, as well as my dad was. My dad teaching me something and being my number one supporter the whole way through it, meant the world to

“I wouldn't do that if I were you. Not with those cowboy boots you have”. Ignoring her option I went right ahead working my way up the slippery tire, that had got poured on last night's rain storm. I lifted my foot onto one of the gigantic grips on the tire. My foot kept slipping off the massive tire until I got one good grip, and I thrusted myself upwards toward the top.

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

“Wahoo!” I yelled while speeding down the steep hill. “This is so much fun!” I yelled to Carson. As we reached the bottom of the hill, I said “let's go again!” We walked our bikes up the steep dirt hill. Rocks got in our shoes as we walked.

My cousin, Deja Hiserote, is my best friend; she lives down the road from me in Red Scaffold, which is in the middle of nowhere. The town where I go to school and where all my other friends, Dupree, is nearly fifty miles from my house. To get to Red Scaffold, you have to go down south of Dupree on Cherry Creek Road; about halfway to Red Scaffold the road begins to curve first one way and then the other and you have to be very careful because it is a gravel road and you might find yourself in the ditch. Last November when it cold and there was nothing to do, Deja and I decided to go for a drive. We decided to go to Dupree because we intended to hang out with more of our friends.

When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.

It was Tuesday, July 18th. I was a nervous wreck. In desperate need of clothes to wear to impress... her. I begged my best friend Todd to join me at Woodfeild mall. He gave in and we went. Todd and I shopped for hours. Nothing looked good enough for...her. We were running out of time. I made-do with four short sleeve shirts from Champs and two pairs of sweatpants shorts from h&m. The total came out seventy dollars. We walked out and got into Todds car. I was shaking the entire ride home. Will she like it? Am I going to look fat? What about my acne? What if she doesn’t end up liking me? Nothing else crossed my mind as we pulled up to my house and I was dropped off. There was around an hour and a half until I had to leave. I walked inside