Narrative Essay On The Jungle Catcher In Elementary School

In the book The Jungle by Upton Sinclair; this was first published by Fine Creative Media Inc. in 1906 (edition I read was published in 2003) it discuses life as an immigrant and how immigrants foresaw the American dream and how they tired to achieve it. There where many themes for the book. The theme that I took was most important was that life on the other side is not always better then what one has. This theme can be shown many different ways throughout the book. It is shown through the plot and through many examples of event that occurred though the book.

We were racing through the field and I just kept thinking to myself nothing bad will happen. There was an oil pumping jack on a hill up ahead. The hill was not to steep; it was much like a small ditch. The pumping jack was surrounded with white gravel. As we were getting closer Taylor started to slow down until we finally came to a complete stop. Taylor told us how she used to jump the four wheelers up the hill and how much fun it was. This was the point where I started to second guess being on the four wheeler with a person I did not know. Taylor sped up and jumped over the hill, she landed perfectly. Jadey decided to try it so I held on really tight, we sped up and shot over the hill. We landed great the first time and went back for another round. As Jadey got more confident doing this we began going faster and higher off the hill. It was the fourth round that did not go so well. We took off from about thirty yards away and were going fairly fast, over the hill and up into the air we went. The four wheeler started to tip forward and I could tell we were going to land with the front wheels first. Jadey panicked and hit the brakes right as the front wheels hit the ground which caused me to fly forward and fall off the four wheeler. The four wheeler ran over my left inner thigh and I hit my head on the hard gravel. It all happened so quickly that is was a

Now we couldn't see anything. It was hard to breathe. Me and my friends were all next to each other trying to find our way back. It was impossible because we couldn't see which way we were going. One of my friends said ¨I can't breathe!¨ all of us said it's ok we're gonna make it. Then my friend died in front of all of us. My friends started to die one by one, I saw them all die right in front of me. Then I realised that I wasn't gonna make it, so I started to cry because all my friends were dead, and I was about to die. Then someone came to me and said ¨Can you breathe.¨ But it was too late. As the guy came I suffocated to death. Well, I thought I was, but then I woke up in my house. I thought I was dead. It turned out that the guy saved me somehow. I don't know how he did, but he did. Everything was back to normal except for the fact that my friends

When I was four years old I fell off the bleachers and hurt myself poorly. This was a very critical condition in which hurt me in several ways. But not only I wasn’t being watched and I got told to run down the bleachers. This was just a start to everything when my head hit the cold hard ground at the softball park.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

My head felt as if it was too explode, blood was dripping down from my forehead, and a throbbing pain was coming from my leg. At first I had no idea where I was or what was happening. In the distance I could hear a scream, although it was fading and my eyesight was blurry. I tried to stand up as I remember but I was not able too. I kept wondering to myself if this was a dream, but I felt pain. Terrible pain. How could I feel this much pain if it was a dream. Then all at once it came back to me. The memory, the fear, the frightfulness, the nervousness, and the sadness.

One thing I don't want to do again is to get on the monkey bars. I was only in the 2nd grade when I first broke a bone in my body. I was outside at school, it was recess time, around 2 pm or 2:30 pm. It was my friends and me racing to see who could get across the monkey bars the fastest. Then I said, "it's my turn, let me go!" I started by skipping on to the third bar and skipping every other one to get past. Midway through something got in my eye. I let one of my arms go to wipe my eye out, then that's where I wasn't thinking, I let both of my arms go.

When I was in Kindergarden I got peer pressured into jumping off of one of the pieces of equipment on the playground. I ended up breaking my ankle. I’m going to tell you the story of how it all happened.

We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.

After a good night’s rest, we headed off to the trail. We had to take frequent breaks, because the air was super thin. The trail was rocky, uneven, and slippery. If I were to fall that would be very very bad. I thought it was easy, but then the impossible happened.

Artie was running right behind me and I was not looking in front of me, and I tripped on someone's shoe and landed on my arm wrong, “snap”. We went inside from recess and I went to Base(An after school care place). We went outside for recess in Base. I had nothing to do. Luckily, my mom picked me up. I told her that I hurt my arm at recess.

I mouth , and my throat that was hurting like I had a flue, were dried out to a point where I was not able to squeeze out any sound out of myself whatsoever. A lady in a white uniform that I guessed was a nurse came into my room and poured some water into my mouth. My mouth absorbed all of the water that she gave me like a sponge. Shortly after, I got a salty/cheesy taste in my mouth. It was weird. My guess was that my mouth was covered with a thin envelope made out of dry blood. Moments later, my dad came into my room with a phone next to his ear and he was followed by a doctor. After drinking a little bit more water, and fulfilling every single hypertonic cell in my mouth and my trachea with water. My throat was moist enough for me to ask one thing that bothered me the most at that moment. “What happened to me?”. To be completely honest with you, the story that my Mom told me was quite funny to me, unlike the consequences. Basically I decided to climb a tree and when I was 6-7 feet above the ground, the stick that I was holding on to, broke, and that caused me to fall down and land neck first on a big rock. As I said the consequences were not so exciting. That emergency landing that I performed that day caused multiple fractures in my upper vertebrates and a broken rib that jammed one

I had just made it up the hardest part! “How was that?” I heard from below. “Pretty good.” I replied. After that, the rest of the climb should be easy. At least by comparison. I raced up the cliff, I could see the bell, all I had to do was ring it. “Slow down, I need catch up!” Silver yelled from the bottom, frantically pulling rope through the carabiner on his harness at the bottom. I only had ten more feet to go when I grabbed a loose rock. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. I looked at the rock in my hand, an inch thick and about a foot across. I realized that I was falling. I couldn’t let out a yell or say anything. I fell almost ten feet before I was jerked to a stop by the rope. I hit the cliff with a thump. I latched on to the first hand hold I could find, and stayed there until I collected

As the sun rose over the horizon it awoke the jungle slowly and efficiently. Soon I could hear the morning birds chirp with all their heart and that triggered joy and excitement in my soul. A morning breeze toured the jungle making the flowers and leaves tango with rhythm and finesse as though they were experts. The lush evergreen trees stood so firm as if the roots were clinging for their very life, in the distance there was a Crystal River and a waterfall as its source. I could hear the rampaging rapids after the dip of the waterfall which slowly converted into a swift river forcefully turning at every bank.

Finally, after rafting for what seemed like an hour, we reached the last fall. It was by far the largest and most dangerous on the entire river. Towering high above all the other falls, it stood apart from the