Personal Narrative Analysis

The next day I decided to take another try, but once again I chickened out. By the time Kids Inc. came around, I convinced myself I had to jump. As I walked toward the playground, watching some other kids try, I felt nervous and excited. When I got to the green lilypad, my sleeves were rolled

The jump spot was a gap in the bridge that was marked by bright neon pink and white spray paint. I saw multiple names written in black sharpie in the white painted area of the jump spot. I felt a great relief to see my older sister's name written there because I knew that if she didn't break every bone in her body and die, I wouldn't either. I enjoyed the slight moment of relief, but all of the anxiety came rushing back in when I saw a line begin to form. I knew that there was no more procrastinating, because I was now in the line to jump. I was so terrified, I recall my eyes tearing up at one point. I genuinely did not want to jump, but I knew if I did not jump off the bridge I would look like a “sissy.” Slightly ashamed of myself for giving into peer pressure, I patiently yet extremely anxiously waited for my turn to jump. I watched my friends jump with complete and utter ease. They acted like it was a simple leap from a diving board. I discreetly watched as person after person took the leap. I was watching to see if there was any technique for jumping, or if it was just a thoughtless action. The line was dissipating and I did not know if I would be able to pull myself together to jump. Worried about the embarrassment to follow if I did not jump, I just prayed that everything would be okay. I was next to jump and I had come to the realization that I was not getting out of it. I

We went around the neighborhood and my brother tagged along. We were wandering for a while when they decided to bike down the grassy ditch behind our houses, and I hesitated to accompany them. They went first and I stood above the drop, knowing very well this wasn’t a good idea. Taking one last deep breath, I pushed forward and started to make my way down.

I'll never forget the day I climbed the Santa Fe College Ropes course. I was invinsible.

The course continued on for a short distance and made its way to the spearman spear toss, which I opted to do without my gloves on and again this was the wise decision as I nailed it dead center! The next obstacle was the inverted wall, and I am not sure why, but it was really easy for me and I flew up, over and back down it really fast. I was fired up at this point and actually dumped a cup of water on my head to cool down, I continued on and made it to the A-Frame cargo net and climbed up and back down nice and fast.

The course also had a hard crawl obstacle that I have never seen before called Hands and Knees, which was a crawl under three sections of very heavy chain-link fence. I was very happy that I arrived to this obstacle with several other racers, because it required team work to crawl under all three sections of chain-link fence. In addition to the mountain, obstacles, the course also included a section of very technical trails to climb both down and back up, this section of course had a lot of ankle bitters/breakers so I took my time working through it. The course included a sandbag carry, which went up a decent distance of the mountain and back

I cannot think of anything more exciting than climbing a 60 foot rock face with a likely chance of falling. I had the chance to climb a difficult route on the Lower Slabs at Seneca Rocks and the only way up is a vertical gap in the rock. The route was a lot more difficult than I had expected, half way up I had to jump to a handhold and missed. This caused me to slam into the rock face, bruising my shoulder and my ego. Rather than continue forward I repelled back down to reassess the climb and watch how other climbers made the ascent. After a short break, I attempted the climb again and this time I was able to complete it.

“In every day, there are 1,440 minutes. That means we have 1,440 daily opportunities to make a positive impact.”

Back when I still wore pigtails, I remember always feeling like an afterthought by my parents. I understood why, and it was justifiable. Since I was the eldest, and my younger brother was put on the autism spectrum, I knew I had to grow up extra quick, for Father always worked and Mother had her plate full, trying to raise us. I would do my chores without being asked and do my homework without needing help, just so Mother could have one less child to worry about. My brother, however, had to have everything done for him. He even needed Mother to brush his pearly whites for him. It was just one more duty to add to the infinite list of responsibilities Mother had to do for my brother.

So then after awhile my friends Tanner Mead, Alex Seifert, and Luke Biggerstaff all dared me to hit a ramp that went down hill as a landing.

I always end up going over these rocks because you can't just turn around in the middle of a trail When you are riding to get somewhere you have to get there you can't park in the middle of the woods and walk.

It was a saturday. I was hanging out with my friend Cody, riding BMX at some dirt jumps we had been building after the rains. We had two fifteen foot quarter pipes and some dirt tracks. It was a cold day, and it was only nine in the morning. I hadn't hit the jumps yet, so we didn't know whether or not they would work. But i knew. I built them and I knew they would work. I grabbed my WE THE PEOPLE bmx bike and rode back down the track about 50 feet. I feel the rubber grips under my fingers slick with my nervous sweat. My hands where shaking, and i squeezed the grips even harder. I power up the track and start towards the dirt ramp. I'm slamming down on the cranks as hard and fast as I could.

Beep! Beep! We hop out of the car, set up our tent, and unpacked everything. My family and I are in Vermont camping with our cousins and their friends. Dad and mom are starting dinner while Rachel, Grant, Evan, and I are unpacking all of our things. We have been coming to Emerald Lake for three years now. My cousins have been doing it for longer. Our campsite is at the top of a mountain and on the bottom of the mountain, there is a path that leads to a lake. My favorite part about the lake is there is an island in the middle, and on the island there is a rope swing. I love going off it, but it always takes me a while to get enough courage to jump off. Almost everyone jumps off. Even the youngest children who are eight years old. Mom calls

We all jumped maybe 30 times into that gravel pit, and we were all very grateful to move on to our next trial. Here we actually put on a parachute harness and became suspended about 5 feet in the air. The idea of this was to get us accustomed to the feel of a parachute harness and to teach us how to "cut loose"

Once we got to the summit, we chose the best path to slide down that wasn’t blocked by trees, bushes, or rocks. We then seated ourselves in the mud at the top of the mound, gave ourselves a little push, and slid down the runway. It was a thrilling moment of