Narrative Descriptive Personal Narrative

It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

It is true in life that everything happens for a reason. It is also true to say that sometimes it is all about being in the right place, at the right time. There was never a more prominent example of this than a traumatic summers evening, only a few years ago.

I was sitting in the quiet wrestling trailer listening to the rustling of pads and the click-clack of cleats on the floor. Of course I was already dressed, my pre game routine always on time unlike my teammates. Ten minutes early is on time and on time is ten minutes late. Everything was tucked in perfectly, every string and undone shoelace was taped down. Our trainer had taped my ankles perfectly, unlike the useless student-trainers who always tried to tape us before Andrew could get to it. My cleats, tied as tight as possible. The spats on my cleats kept the jarring of the torn ligaments in my ankle to a minimum. The compact tape made me feel safe, a little pain to know I was alive, just how I liked it. My compression knee sleeve reached into my Nike socks, the white color faded and stained from the sweat and blood. My knee brace followed, perfectly tightened at every strap. The amount of tape covering every inch of my brace almost looked uncomfortable. White wrist tape and white gloves, the underside of my left wrist bearing a date, 7-28-12 as a reminder of the hard work. I could feel my hands clamming up underneath my gloves with every tap on the shoulder I received as my coaches passed by. My heart was racing, but my hands were still. I had forgotten the sound of the loud slow rhythmic thumps of the drums as we lined up outside the trailer. Bum-Bum-Bum, I was timing my steps with the slow beats as I got to the front. I locked hands with my two best friends and began

I never thought that I would be saving someone life from drowning. That was until my friends and I did help someone. Which was something that happened very fast.

Now i knew the kid my brother had gotten hurt by was still on the team and this year he was a senior captain. He was 152 and i was a 160 pounder. I couldn't wait to see our captain go against him because i knew it would be a great match. We were losing throughout our lighter weights and i was coming up at 160. I was pretty confident i was going to have an easy match but when their 152 pounder didn't go out for that weight i got a little nervous because i knew i would face him. I went out against him and the whole first period there was no score. He chose bottom the next period and immediately got a reversal on me and it was 2-0 close to the end of the second i was able to get a reversal but got up and got one right away. Going into the third he was up by 1. The third period started and 20 seconds into it i got a reversal and was up 4-3. Riding someone out for over a minute is a tough task and with 30 seconds left he got a reversal and a point for me locking hands. The score was now 6-4 and i had short time to tie it up. We started back in the middle and i went to stand up as fast i could, he dropped me back down to the mat but i caught an ankle and came up on top of him

That was a lot of money, and I didnt want to let Tony down so I got in the car and started to drive. As I drove the road was empty. I had confidence I was not going o get caught. It was a slightly wormer day out witch might have been because the sun was out. I had the windows down and was blaring music just trying to enjoy life when a cop pulls out behind me.

I was ready. This was how we were going to start off the season. Everyone was ready, thinking this was it. We wanted to be the best team on the ice. The coaches came into the room saying, “Let’s go, boys. Let’s start the season off on fire . . . big win today!”

I like to beat the rush for lines and do not prefer being late, but

all the people, you widely look around and see everything is already going to be so much fun. We finally pull up, and found a spot, and we started walking up to the entrance we had to get tickets first it was definitely a nervous experience we finally get to the gate, and walk in, and we started deciding which side to go on so we decide to start at the mummy that’s something I got to talk about. Ok so we go and get in line, the line was long. So we waited and waited and finally got a chance to go on but before we got on, me and my friend saw this one sign that said, high speed roller coaster and we lost it! I have never been on a roller coaster before. So anyways we got to the front,

It was Saturday, we were sitting in the wrestling room waiting for the event to start. We still had an hour before the Invitational started so we just hung out and practice some moves. A two-year wrestler named Earl thought he should help me out a little. We have a class together and he noticed I was a rookie. Shortly after, the invitational began and it was time to wrestle. I wrestled four times. Two of my opponents were rookies just like me and the two others were experienced which I did not know. I lost three matches and won one but I gave each opponent a hard time. I was pretty upset but the only thing I could do was learn from every match lose or

It was only 10 hours until I had to race and 2 hours until I was scheduled to practice before the race. I was 5’3 with a weight of 105 about to race in four events 300 meter hurdles, 4 by 1, 4 by 2 and 4 by 4 against twenty-one schools in Summit located in Oregon, every time the thought of me being in 4 different events on my mind I could feel a feeling of as though something has walked through you and left you numb shaking, breathless, and gripped by fear. All I could remember was a six foot tall man yelling at me “telling me you could do anything you put your mind into, do not let anyone tell you can not do anything you put your mind to”. His yelling was strong but his voice trembled, his lips gave in and he let out a small cry as guilt and sadness overwhelmed him. I’ve known him for 6 year he was like a brother to me he coached my brother for 4 years and coach me for 3 years. It was my only chance to make it to finals weeks and my last year for him coaching me. Knowing that it was my last year my emotionless expression swept over my face as I felt warm tears filling up my eyes, as my throat closed tight enough and each word pitched higher than the last in an effort to squeak out the words that were bottled up inside me. Finally the tears spilt over and flowed down my face like a river escaping a

So I stay after school with Robert and he takes me to the wrestling room. The coaches tell us to start jogging, and while jogging, to do these AMAZING tricks that they’d call “warm ups”. Front handsprings, round offs, square offs and walking across the room on our hands! I was intimidated by how easy they made it seem like it was. Of course, my warm up’s were half-assed because i’ve never done them before, but I tried. Then it got to the actual wrestling stuff, and lord help the future Brandon for the beatings that were about to commence, where I got flipped, thrown, and stretched by actual

I have always believed in Christ since I was a little girl. But it wasn’t until I made the decision to follow him when I truly started to have faith and believed. Following him has mold me into the person I am today. Growing up my grandparents and parents set a good example of how living for Christ should look like. They were always involved in church. My grandpa was a deacon for over forty years and my grandma open her house to many people from the church. Both of my parents became a Christian in their teenage years. They both serve in ministry at our local church. My mom sings in the choir and my dad is a deacon. They have hosted a small bible group in our home for over seven years. Seeing my grandparents and parents serve the lord taught

I grew up in a very poor neighborhood hood, so everyday for me was difficult not knowing if I will eat or sleep on the streets. I can remember the moment where my father abandoned my mother and I. I was very young at the time I had just turned 7 years old. My father and mother had a very unhappy relationship it was very easy to tell they were not happy. I remember it was a Monday, November 4, 2002 my mother was staying with my aunt because my aunt was diagnosed with cancer and my mother was helping her out. It was my birthday I was so excited that day because I was suppose to get a gift from my father. I woke up that morning ran quickly to his room to find him not there, I ran outside thinking he was fixing his car or just rebuilding the birdhouse