Narrative Autobiography On A Motorcycle

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

yelled as he pulled me up. Right as I looked into his deep blue eyes, I felt like I was in one of the cheesy romantic movies. It felt as though there was a spotlight shining on us, and we were the only ones in the world.

As the frost crept up my window, each snowflake was perfectly plastered in front of me. They seemed as if they were putting on a show just for me, and I couldn’t help but imagine that there were tiny people living in each one. The soft hum of my mother’s CD’s played in the background as my little brother was fast asleep to my right. I brushed my fingers through my dolls knotted hair, feeling the itchy yarn envelope each finger. Looking out the window again all I saw were cars speeding past us, all rushing to get to their own winter plans.

Typical, just a typical summer day for me. In fact, everything about it was typical. The time I got up, what I had for breakfast and what projects my dad had in store for me to do on the old house. My other family members would too also get jobs and projects to do around the house. Most of the time everyone would work on separate things and we would get many things accomplished putting us closer to our goal of getting the house on the market. But there would be times where we would have to work with other people. Depending on who you worked with you either got stuff done or you were arguing with that person about the silliest of things which would inevitably cause you to slow done and not get anything done. For me, that was

Throughout the active school year, I take part in cross country, track and basketball. I also played volleyball for a year, but I decided to concentrate on my main passion, cross country, instead of dividing my time and attention into two sports at the same time. I have been running cross country ever since I was old enough to run in the munchkin races. The sport has been passed down through the family, almost every single one of my siblings have run or at least tried it. In track, I have ran the mile and two mile since the seventh grade. These last couple years I joined into the long distance relays. In 2016, the first year we decided to start a relay it consisted of my sister, Victoria, Tristen Ness, and Sammy Swanson. The first time we ran

Cross Country is one of the hardest sports out there. That may be a biased opinion, but in my experience it is true. Only certain people are willing to put themselves through such physical and mental pain for a race that is less than 30 minutes. I am a very driven person. When I want to do something, I set a goal and I work towards it until I have achieved it. That’s why cross country is such a satisfying sport for me. It’s hard--harder than anything I’ve ever done--but it’s so much more rewarding when you look back and see how much progress you’ve made. Cross country may seem like an individual sport, and it can be, but to succeed, you need your whole team’s effort. I have learned that not everyone is as driven as I am. Few people are willing to put in the hard work in practice to do well at meets.

On my way to one of the greatest concerts, thoughts were swirling around my head. How good will this really be? Will I make it out alive tonight? Was it worth the wait? The thought that the next highly anticipated song that plays may cause a riot so large it ends my life. I soon found out after I entered the House of Blues, or rather, as I prepared to enter The Rodeo.

“It goes upside down!” I said. My sister was telling me about a roller coaster ride in Disney World after our parents had broken the news that we were going the summer of my fourth grade year. The idea of going to a park was amazing, but the terrifying part was my slight fear of the fast roller coasters that my family enjoys. My parents looked at me, and I smiled with uncertainty. But on the contrary I started to feel a faint feeling of ambition because maybe I could overcome my fear.

The horse ride changed mike's opinion of his horse and himself because at first the was some trouble with getting him on the horse,but once he got on he started to enjoy himself and realize that just because he has a disability he doesn't have to limit himself.according to paragraph 1 it states how he felt or his opinion of getting on the horse. "No, stop it, I don't want to!" I yelled. Some of the horses in front of the barn looked at me, and all of the people stared, but I didn't care. Not being a sweet little angel like the disabled kids they show on TV is what gives my life meaning. I raised the volume of my voice enough to send birds flapping out of the shade trees. "You have no right! Isn't this supposed to be a free country?".

It was October 2016 of my junior year, right in the heart of the Cross Country season. Cross Country was fun and team was doing great, but I was looking forward to the upcoming winter track season. High jump is where it is at and that is where I wanted to be and then it happened… I went down and my ankle was caught underneath me and twisted. I'm not exactly sure how it happened, but I was hurt. I was on the ground, in pain as other racers passed me. I was able to get to the finish it wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t fast, but I did it.

One sunny day I woke up and got out of bed and went into my mom and dad's room. I say, “Can we go buy my Dirt bike now?”

There are many things that I have learned, and many are worth mentioning. One in particular is when I was learning how to ride my horse. In order to do this you need to have dedication, balance, and you have to respect the animals. If you don't have these things you won't have a good connection to your horse, because they can feel your body language and smell your fear, pain, or if your happy. You're moods are transmitted to them if your nervous then they are also nervous and you dont want that. I am going to tell you of the time that i've been riding for a few years now, this was when I was around 8 years old (narration, flashback).

I was four year old little boy anxiously waiting for my dad and grandpa with my first dirt bike. When they did come home my grandpa said “So this is what it feels like in the middle of the summer in Friendswood, TX.” The day a Fifty four speed red Honda dirt bike changed my life.

“Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol reminds me of my favorite show Grey’s Anatomy. Whenever something serious was about happen this song will start playing and I would know someone is either going to die or have a sad moment. In an episode, Callie Torres, one of the characters, got into a car accident when she was pregnant. Her soon to be wife was driving and Callie asked Arizona if she would marry her and Arizona wasn’t paying attention to the road when a car came out of nowhere. When Callie got to the hospital the other doctors got to her into a ER room when they started singing “If I lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world.” This episode was my favorite one because it was a musical episode and I loved how it wasn’t like all the other episodes.

I was on the bike everyday. My father and I used to go riding every chance we got, we'd go to the state forest or even to Richmond pond which was my favorite ride. We got to take the train tracks there the whole way and that meant I could just hold the throttle wide open. As a kid dirt biking was the only thing that I connected with and amused me. Growing up dirt biking met the whole family would be together on the weekends and I would get to do what I love.