Personal Experience : A Personal Narrative

Then everyone got quiet as they got close and could see the tears running down my face. Soon, Nick was helping me in the boat.

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

As I jump off the pontoon, I feel the freezing water surround my body. I'll slip on the boots of the skis and grab the handlebar. Releasing my grip, I put one thumb up into the wind to signal I’m ready to go. Suddenly there is a tug on the rope, and I’m being dragged through the water. Pressing the skis against the cold water, I can finally stand up above the waves. The boat pulls me around the bend of the lake, and the view of all the enormous cabins is thrilling. The seniors on the campground beach will clap and stand up from their Adirondack chairs to wave or whistle. As my legs begin to feel tired, I wave one last time and let go of the handlebar. I can feel my body quickly sink down into the water; the life jacket on my chest will be

Although our arms were fatigued, we didn’t want to stop because we were having a blast. My dad didn’t mind either because he was enjoying driving his new boat. Then, without warning, my dad took an abrupt turn; going rather fast. Kiersten and I were not expecting it at all and we both fell off, tumbling into the water. It was exhilarating, and although it hurt, so much adrenaline was coursing through my body I didn’t feel it until much later. The tube went shooting forward, and my dad turned around to come get us. He drifted towards us and we climbed up into the boat; deciding it was time to get some lunch. My dad went to accelerate the boat and that’s when it became very evident that there was a problem. The boat wouldn’t move. It was still on and running, but it wouldn't move forward or backwards. Initially, everyone panicked since we were in the middle of a not very crowded lake, with a baby, and a limited amount of water. After checking the for the obvious sources of the problem, like if we had run out of gas in the boat, my dad begrudgingly climbed into the water. He found that the rope had gotten entangled in the propeller when we fell off the

As we made our way across the park to the ride that I was dreading to go on all I could think about was how tall it is. You could see the ride from anywhere in the park and the park is huge. And it didn’t help that i knew that it went ninety miles per hour. The ride was called Millennium Force. Finally we got to the ride and walked right on. As we rode up the three hundred foot hill and I had the lap bar so tight it hurt my legs and i couldn't move. At the drop, which was more than straight down, was very scary. But it didn’t last as long as I thought it would. The ride was about a minute and a half long, but it was so much fun that it felt like it was thirty seconds. After the ride we walked out and my parents and my aunt and uncle were waiting for us outside of the exit of the ride. We went and saw the pictures of the ride and in my picture I had a huge smile on my

“What black-” I started to say, when all of a sudden I heard a crash and the boat shook violently. Our ship started tipping, with the front slowly sinking into the water. I didn’t let myself believe what was happening. I just stared blankly into my father’s cool green eyes. The ship started descending faster. My dad suddenly snapped back into reality. He rushed over to me and took my arm.

On 09/15/2016, I, Chad Agnew, was working as a patrol officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approxiametely 1412 hours I was in a meeting with Cpt. Herl in his office when I heard Officer Faison ask for another officer to his location on the radio. I got up and left Cpt. Herl's office and started running out to a patrol vehicle. I ran to vehicle 11 and got in the driver side. Officer Albert got in the front passenger side. I drove us to the physical plant where I saw Officer Faison talking to an elderly male outside of a vehicle. I exited the patrol vehicle and activated the dashcam. The male that Faison was speaking with was later identified as John Smarsh. He was very antimated and upset that he was involved in an accident. I noticed Sgt. Moyer and Officer Tener were backing up Officer Faison and it seemed to upset Smarsh more that so

The clanking of the oxygen tanks being loaded onto the boat sounded in my ears as I stepped onto the pier with my dad and brother. As we walked toward our transportation for the day, I adjusted the mesh bag on my shoulder that held all my gear. I was a ball of nerves and apprehension. Today was the day I had been waiting for all summer, and I could barely contain my excitement. After settling onto the boat and greeting the other passengers, I felt the vibration of the engines as we sped off for the day’s extravaganza: scuba diving.

As our speed increased, so did my worries. Kimleisurely explained paddling and modeled a sitting position that helps keep youfrom falling out. She also explained how to catch a rope if we went overboard,how to climb back in and help others climb into the raft. Most terrifying of all,she informed us that we had about three minutes to get out of the 38 degree waterbefore hypothermia would set in. The river was at flood stage, as it is everyJune, because the mountain snows were melting. I listened intently and wonderedhow anyone could enjoy this.

So then, my mother and I mounted the jet ski with our driver, and we set off from the shore. The large waves kept coming against us, pushing us back towards the beach. It was a backwards battle of tug-of-war with the tides. We would attempt to go, but we were forced back. Finally, in a last effort, the driver, gunned the jet-ski, and we were airborne, jumping through two waves, all the while, I had a wide smile across my face.

My most significant experience in my life is unforgettable. I was there with my sisters, my mom, and my dad. It was the most horrifying event that I have ever witnessed. The daunting image in my head is still clear as day, as though it happened yesterday. This event did not affect only me, but also my family. The story that I am about to tell you may change the way you see things and it may not. All I can say is, it

We ran into the ocean and sat in the kayak. We had gone pretty far out into the ocean. I could smell the slimy seaweed. The coolness of the ocean water up against my face felt relaxing. I was in my happy place. The sun was shimmering down on us, making the ocean shine, like a sea full of diamonds.

The excitement of my first whitewater rafting expedition soon evaporated, like an elusive dream. The rolling, brown waves played a dangerous game of leapfrog before me, turning white for a brief second before crashing down as their turn concluded. The overpowering roar of the water almost drowned out the shouting voices of the sun kissed guides. “Grab a life jacket and a helmet! Then go by a raft! Hurry it up, let’s move!” Feeling not quite as prepared as I would have liked, I was nonetheless ushered onto a blue raft. We were told to shove one foot under the inflatable seat in front of us in order to not capsize during the excursion. An increasing numbness crept up my leg as my foot began to throb, diverting my attention for only a moment. The high pitched squeals and yells of those already meandering down the river snapped me out of my daze as I looked around to assure that my largest fear had not come true for someone else. A small ripple

“Put your shoes on!” My mom yells as I run out of our old wooden cabin.

My family and I just arrived at Dunroamin Park in Caledonia, Minnesota. We attend our annual family reunion campout here every year. My siblings and I went straight to the pool after we finished setting up the camper. I was playing in the pool with a bunch of my cousins and having a good time when my older brother tapped me on the shoulder.