Personal Narrative: A Day At The Gulf Of Mexico

Paris! I boarded Delta's 6pm flight from Detroit to Paris-CDG. 12 hours later I found myself rediscovering downtown Paris. Although I've flown through Paris at least a dozen times I've only been into the city twice before, this being my third time.

So it goes kinda like this: The day before I left for Pensacola, I was told "Have an open mind, you don't know who you are going to meet down there", so I went in like I would any other social situation, and just try to keep to myself until I have felt out and become comfortable with the situation. The original plan was to not get close to anyone, especially since it was gonna be a week long thing then we would be done, and we'd all go home and eventually forget about each other, but things went differently. They started off the way I planned, then I got to know you, and I made the mistake of getting attached because quite frankly, you had topped out everyone I'd previously met and I tried to hold out hope that maybe something could work in

I am not from San Antonio. I am not from Texas. I’m from California. Where no one twangs, or drawls, or even says hi to the stranger standing in line at the grocery store. Texas, half way across the U.S and what seems like a whole other country compared to California. It is a completely different place that I could have ever imagined living and calling home. I came to Texas to find myself. I didn’t know that when I came here, but it is what ended up happening.

Having lived in the southern coastal region of Texas I have seen many of the beauties that nature offers, but many of these beauties also bring complicated needs to those they effect. I've discovered the power and magnitude of lightning storms I've been entranced by the soft crashing of the waves on the coast but the most beautiful and perhaps the most devastating phenomena I have ever viewed are hurricanes. Hurricanes have swept through my home front on many occasions, these powerful giants drift through towns decimating all in their paths breaking trees, ripping roofs off houses, and bringing with them a flood like no other. The high water and gale force winds that comprise these natural wrecking balls can cripple families and in my community

"Stop asking questions!" my mom had told my brothers for about the one hundredth time. We were in our family minivan on our way to Florida. My mom and step dad would not tell my younger brothers where they had planned for us to go. I could see Bailey and Lucas Jr.'s ( We call him LJ) frustration and boredom as we passed the "Leaving Louisiana" sign. Though I knew we were going to Florida, I didn't know exactly where or why. My mom, Tonia, sat in the passenger seat; the entire ride all I saw was the back of her reddish-brown hair. I could see Lucas', my step dad, light hazel eyes in the rearview mirror hanging in the middle of the roof. The two youngest, Bailey and LJ, sat in the middle seats, and Timothy, my other brother, and I sat in the

August 18, 1984, what a gorgeous night to be floating down the bayou of New Orleans. I recently payed my dues for the brand-new boat I purchased three months ago. Working at Sally’s Diner picking up plates of wasted food and wiping the faces of ice cream-loving children is a spine breaking and feet swelling kind of living. Admittedly, I love being the ‘sweet old lady’ everybody gives warm kisses to on the cheek and waves hello and goodbye as the doorbell jingles, but I shouldn’t be waiting tables eight hours a day at age 67.

It was summer 2015. We had planned a trip to galveston. I had never been to galveston before, it

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

Once upon a time I went to Pensacola, Florida. I say once upon a time but it was really just over the summer. It rained pretty much everyday that we were there and it was hot. Now, I’m not someone to get really deep in the ocean or bay because obviously the animals that live in the ocean. Last time I was in the ocean I was pinched by a crab, and somebody caught some baby sharks that night so I was freaked out. This time the thing that was in the ocean was way too close for comfort and I could see it.

Hidden away in Lake Powell, Arizona, is Lone Rock Canyon, a blue diamond in the desert. Go on a paddle boarding adventure, and experience beautiful contrasts of stark desert rocks and crystal blue water. Along the way, step on the shores for a hike, watch the bighorn sheep and enjoy the breathtaking views. After a dip in the cool clear water, you will head home feeling amazed by your memorable

During summer break in august I went there with my grandma.some people might get a plane vasue the trip is so long but for us we drove down.It took us 3 to 4 days to finally get to where we needed to be going.It takes along time to get there only cause from driving so long you will need to rest so we went to a hotel every night and then we got something to eat for breakfast and dinner.

My family and I left for Panama city, Florida in June of 2011. The trip was so fun; we sang songs and laughed hysterically during the whole ride there. When we arrived we were all ready for the beach warm sand and it’s cool waves. We stayed at the beach until about nine and everyone prepared for dinner. Once everyone settled in we sat and ate dinner, as always the dinner was great with my family. Everyone talked about any and everything; we even cracked jokes on each other.

After struggling to get back on, everyone agreed to hold on and to not purposely fall off. This plan was going great until the driver shifted in front of a cruise ship, which was now heading towards us. It was pretty far off in the distance, so that if you went straight you most likely wouldn’t hit it… but let 's just say our driver must not have been very experienced, because he had other plans. Holding on for dear life, we swerved all over the place, hitting waves, and bouncing up and down. It was as if the once perfectly smooth blue waters salt had suddenly taken over burning everyone’s eyes and skin. Someone must have given up on holding on, because we heard a faint voice from the ocean that sounded like a scream saying, “WAITTTTTTT…”, until we could no longer hear it over the boats engines and the screaming children back on the shore.

The sun was starting to set, so we decided to head back to the houseboat and boast about our catch to the others over dinner. Just as were all packed up, it started to down pour. The rushing winds and gushing waves filled our tiny tin boat quickly. We were on the brink of being capsized.

The view in front of the both of us was simply breathtaking. The lake was like glass and seemed to extend infinitely. The ever-so-calming movement of the waves brought instant serenity. The tradition put-put-put sound of the engine resounded around us as we soaked up the moment of tranquility. In the next moment, my sister put the pedal to the metal. We went from simply coasting to fifty miles per hour in a matter of