Army Surplus Store-Personal Narrative

Soon instead of jumping on boulders it turned into sliding on pebbles. Right when the leaders saw this they got the group together to talk about strategies of climbing this rock. “Alright guys this is a really important tip to climbing up this mountain” Mr. Daniels explained. “You guys need to look up the mountain and plan out a route to the top. Remember. That middle passage is super slippery so try to avoid this area while you climb. Sometimes it’s better for you to get on your hands and knees to climb on most parts. Good luck” Mr. Daniels chuckled as he finished his

He gives us one last hard look, shakes his head, climbs in the car then looks over his shoulder at us standing there with enough stuff to start an Army Surplus Store. One more Slam! as he shuts the door and starts the car. "See you here in a week," he says driving off, waving from the open window.

(3-4) The speaker has yet to remove the hook from the fishes mouth. These lines also introduce us to the real physicality of the sport, fishing. It can definitely be thought as, cruel and painful. Can you imagine, a hook in your mouth?

As I slowly climb my way to the top of the hill, I look to my side and see the ground below me getting farther away as I make my way up. As I reach the top, thoughts in my head are mixed together; fear, excitement, nervousness. As the car comes to a stop, my heart is in my throat. I look to the front to see that I have reached the peak of the first hill. There was a sudden silence in the cars as everyone gets ready for the adrenaline rush. My stomach turning as I watch the hands of the other riders sway in the air. Then we drop. I felt like I was going to row up. I had never been on something so fast. The car gets faster by the second, the wind blowing through my hair as I go up and down the small

Hiking to the summit of Black Mountain is not an easy hike. The hike is plagued with boulders, slippery rocks, and a steep incline, which makes the hike feel like walking up an infinite flight of stairs. However, the pain in my thighs and the burning in my lungs is a tiny price to pay to experience the summit of Black Mountain. My first experience with Black Mountain’s summit occurred when I was only five years old. My aunt used to be a hiking fanatic, and she loved to take me on new hikes that she discovered. When my aunt and I reached the summit of Black Mountain for the first time, I was captivated by the place. My captivation has continued throughout the years. The summit of Black Mountain is captivating because of its environment, view, and weather.

Hiking to the top of Black Mountain is not an easy hike. The trail is plagued with boulders, slippery rocks, and a steep incline, which makes the hike feel like walking up an infinite flight of stairs. However, the pain in my thighs and the burning in my lungs is a small price to pay to experience the summit of Black Mountain. My first experience with Black Mountain’s summit occurred when I was only five years old. My aunt used to be a hiking fanatic, and she loved to take me on new hikes that she discovered. When my aunt and I reached the summit of Black Mountain for the first time, I was captivated by the place. My captivation has continued throughout the years. The summit of Black Mountain is captivating because of its environment, view, and weather.

"finally caught a fish" I say laughing at the end; I laugh even harder when I see Gabriel pouting. His black and white ears folded down as he wrapped his white fur cover arms around his chest. he turned his head away with the fish still in his mouth.

It was just another normal Saturday out at Herrington Lake. My dad and I had packed up the Suburban with drinks, snacks, fishing poles, bait and tackle, and headed out. For my dad and I ,fishing is a family tradition, a way for me to spend time with him when he wasn’t working. So, when we arrived, we sat our stuff down, picked up our fishing poles, and started baiting our lines. We cast our fishing poles out, sat down on the bank, and just waited. Whether it was the time we caught 10 fish in one sitting, or the time I caught a fishing hook in my hand, we just enjoyed getting to do an activity we loved together. Fishing trips, just like ours, are not just a special tradition for my family, but to many families around Kentucky. However, there’s one important aspect that you may not be thinking about on your way home, while you're trying to decide how big that fish you “caught” was. Water pollution. About 40 percent of rivers and lakes in the U.S. surveyed by the EPA are too polluted for swimming or fishing.7 Water pollution can threaten human health and the environment. It can be caused by activities such as runoff from agricultural land and even trash that’s washed into bodies of water.

Ever since I was a young kid my father has been taking me fishing. He has successfully brainwashed me into loving the activity. Now don’t get me wrong, I love the sport and I am so thankful that my father shared with me this passion. The stories that I could tell about our fishing adventures are endless. My dad has been taking me out fishing every chance he could. There are however a few instances that shine through the countless hours out on the water with poles in hand.

Laura, her mom, and dad started packing up for a day on the water. Laura packed up her goggles, her mom packed some snacks, and her dad got the fishing poles reading, and hooked up the boat.

The footsteps suddenly stopped. They heard a woman scream. The scream turned into a groan and died away. The house was quiet again. Just then, the man who had called out felt something splash against his forehead. Something was dripping from the ceiling and forming a

Sushi, Bubbles, and Shadow made fun of me, mocked, and belittled me. I refused to escape my baggy. I was scared of the open waters. A fish scared of the water, unheard of until that day. I never wanted to return to the sea. I never wanted to see those fish again. I left that day with one question, “Was I a real fish?”

After about an hour of slogging through the mist and marsh reeds, they reached a steep slope, etched by a narrow winding trail, full of cut-backs that climbed precipitously. Proceeding slowly, they picked their way, navigating through loose rocks and outstretched branches of gnarled trees tenuously gripping the slope. After several hours, they reached the summit, a broad, thinly forested plain. Minutes passed as they moved across to a line of large boulders on the southern edge of the plateau.

but I was at the same time scared, scared if he'd been caught. I knew

The silence of the night was broken by a scream. She passed out of exhaustion but she was successful, she had pushed the baby out of her and now it was the newborn child’s turn to disturb the peace. Halfway around the world there was another scream but it wasn’t followed by good news. A man had been murdered and his mother fainted on seeing his corpse.