A Personal Narrative Essay : My Best Friend

“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.

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

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

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.

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.

On a hot summer day when I was around the age of thirteen, my family and I were having a cook out in our back yard. While the food was being grilled my Uncle Scottie volunteered to drive the children on the four-wheeler. This for us children was the most exciting thing ever. Before the four-wheeler left the yard, he checked the gas. We were running low on gas however; there was enough

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 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

“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.

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.

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.

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.

Courtney’s mom and stepdad refused to give Courtney any details on the trip they had planned for her birthday. A week prior to our spring break, I got a text inviting me to Florida for Courtney’s birthday trip. Impulsively, I had responded that I would love to be a part of this surprise before I even let my parents approve

Passing the mile marker, notifying me that Norfolk was right around the corner, thrilled me, but for some reason my palms were sweaty and I had butterflies doing loopty-loops in my stomach. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends at the time. The whole way there, in bumper to bumper traffic, I reflected on all of my memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending that it was milk chocolate shop. As little girls, we would dress up in glittery, razzled costumes and sing our hearts out, which continued well into our teen years when she drove me to school my freshman year. The best of times were when we were sipping on our gooey, caramel frappuccinos and belting on Living On A Prayer by Bon Jovi. It

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