Personal Narrative: Driving To Estes Park, Co.

I was sitting in the Livingroom staring out into the air waiting for the first snowflakes of the season to come down from the skies. I had waited all year for this so that I finally could go out and enjoy some real Norwegian pow. My dad had promised me that we would go out for our first ski tour together. Then finally it began to snow, it snowed more than 300mm the first five days. Then the day had come and we were sitting in the kitchen and planning our trip, I was so excited that I had everything packed in a few minutes. As we were driving up to the mountains my anticipation just rose. We were finally close enough so that I could see the peak shimmering in the distance. Arriving at the foot of the mountain we began to take on our skis. As I took the first steps in the cold and crisp snow, I knew that this day going to be one of the best days in my life. When we were circa halfway up the sun was shining through the thin skies and as it steady and slowly became lighter around us we could see the top of the mountain that was hiding behind the morning fog. At the time we reached the peak the sun was out glowing and there I turned around and look down the steep and majestic mountain, it looked like a big ocean of snow. I was prepared for the ride. Then the moment had come and we were ready to shred

Driving to Long Beach with my family, I watched the trees and cars zoom past. Suddenly, as my heart began to pound throughout my whole body, I felt my chest and throat tighten and my muscles stiffen. My brain shut out my surroundings and focused on the panic setting in. Sweat dripped down my palms as I gripped the car handle so tightly my knuckles turned white. Disorientation followed and I was consumed by fear, transported to an empty, helpless space. I had passed the thin line that separated composure and panic. By the time we got to the apartment, I was relieved to have a change of surroundings as I stumbled out of the car. I was shaking when I got out and rushed inside the apartment to calm myself down.This was one of many more panic attacks

It was a nice sunny day and my parents decided we were going out to dinner. Little did I know it was the dinner that would change my life. We decided to go to Max & Erma’s because that was my favorite restaurant at the time when I was 4. They had the ice cream bar, and I loved it. I was wearing a pretty dress because earlier that day I was playing outside and I got very dirty. After deciding where to eat, we went inside, and I had a bath to get cleaned up. When we were all ready we got into our car and drove up to Gibsonia to go to Max & Ermas. It was very bright and sunny. It was a long drive and it felt like it took forever because I was so excited to get ice

As I walked outside of the YMCA I saw kids having fun building forts and having snowball fights. Mom, Dad, and I walked to “Trusty” my Moms Oldsmobile. When we got into the car my Dad asked, “How do you think you did?” “I think I did great,” I replied as I sat there replaying my game as if it were a movie. The car roared to life and we headed home. I sipped on my purple water bottle and gazed out the window. My city looked as if someone had thrown a white fluffy blanket on it. I remember wondering if I was going to have school on Monday.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, I sat in the kitchen table eating while my mom cleaned the house. The calmness of the house was interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing, my mom answers. I look over to her and see her face flooded with tears, my heart sank to my stomach, I had never seen her that way before. Stuttering my mom says “hurry get into the car we’re leaving.” She hurries to gather her purse as she yells

I will never go on another road trip in my life. About 2 years ago my family was planning on taking a trip to go to South Dakota. I was super excited because i've never been out of the state so I was looking forward to it. My siblings had went to South Dakota many times before and they kept telling me that they had so much fun but I all I could think about was the way there and not the destination. The night before we were supposed to leave all eight of us packed our bags and slept the rest of the night away. We were planning on leaving Early in the morning so we could get a head start on the day and that ending up not working out because of course we all woke up late. As we calmly rushed out the door and stuffed all our bags and blankets into the crowded car and did a last check to see if we missed anything we decided to hit the road.

The smell of hot cocoa filled the air in my cozy little house. My house was only one floor and 12 feet by 12 feet big. But it’s pretty big compared to the houses around me, but to be honest the closest house was 3 miles away cause nobody is going to live in the Swiss Alps. The only reason I came to the freezing icebox is to get away from what I used to be, I wanted to start my life over it was filled with bad memories and pain. The hot cocoa was simply to die for, it was made from my goats milk. Life here was good. My phone ring but I ignore it cause I know who it is and I don’t feel like talking to them. It was my brother who always wants me to come visit him in his fancy mansion in Dubai but I know he dosent want me to come because he

It was a summer day after supper, me and my brother were playing outside in the backyard, he was driving the four wheeler and I was on the trampoline. Once I was done and I started walking to the house he pulled up next to me and said “I’m going inside, do you want to try driving the four wheeler?”. “I don’t know how to drive a four wheeler.” I thought to myself, but I still said sure. Once I was on I gunned it like an idiot. Still I pressed down on the gas, not able to let go out of pure shock and fear. It was only right before a hill did I manage to let go. I fell off the back of the four wheeler onto the ground, that hurt but for some reason more than the four wheeler rolling over me. After I fell off and the four wheeler rolled over me it rolled back and stopped on top of me with me in

I turned up the volume in my headphones as my sister, Amelia’s annoying voice sang louder as one of her favorites, but otherwise a terrible song began to play on the car radio. All I could think was just how much longer I would have to be in the car with her, I was ready to get out and stretch anyway, we’ve been in the car for nearly 3 hours. I knew that I would have to suck it up and deal with it until we got there, until then I would just have to keep quiet, saying something would only encourage her to sing louder. I started dazing out of the window thinking about our destination, we were headed to my great grandfather's house to try and clear out all of his belongings in order to sell the house after his recent death. His death didn’t affect

The day my mom told me she would let me drive her truck for the first time, could be explained as the most riveting moment of my life; moreover, it turned out to be the worst. Once I stepped into the drivers seat of our 1997, Toyota 4-Runner, I felt as if I was on top of the world. Soon enough, I started the truck and the smell of gas grumbled through the car as we started our way down our driveway. All I could think about was what was before me: the cloth seats rubbing up against my legs, my tight grip on the leather steering wheel, and my eyes focused on the road ahead. This moment was one in which I have been waiting for; on the contrary, this moment could have turned out better than it did.

Most people are ecstatic when they find out that they are old enough to receive their driver’s license. I on the other hand, wasn’t as excited as the others were. I recognized that I will be forced have to learn how to drive one day, but at the same time I was too fearful to learn how to be on the road. When I heard from my parents that I was going to learn how to drive this year I was really nervous, because I didn’t know what to expect. From what I heard from other classmates, driving can be tricky at times but said that they tend to get the hang of it once they start to practice more. My mind was relieved by their words at first but it soon went to disarray again when I saw someone else drive first hand. It seemed like there was a lot of

On September 18th I embarked on what I can easily say was one of my favourite road trip experiences.

One hot summer, me and Sara was playing outside when say invite me to a sleepover at her house. Since, I never want to her house, I decide to go. After, our play date I want to my dad begging him to let me spend the night at my friend’s house. My dad finally say yes!! I ran so fast upstairs to my room that I almost break my leg. I just walk it off, then I want to pack my bag. Sara was so excited too, that she was screaming so loud in my ear. Finally, my dad want to drop us at Sara’s house. I kiss my dad goodbye and I want off to the most amazing moment of my life.

empty lanes and she whispered 'let's run'. You responded by turning the music down and floor the pedal down like nobody's business. She screams her heart out and in that moment, you became one with the road and your car. Driving around with no directions and hunting corners; the pure joy of driving only some could understand. haven't felt this in a while. welcome

The road trip to Sedona from Las Vegas was exciting, for the first hour. If I was writing this story fictionally, I would have told you that the five-hour road journey was a blur, in real life it wasn’t. On the US-93 highway, there were to choices look outside or stare at my lap or foot. Neither were exiting. Most of the time I looked outside to see an empty dessert speeding past me. On this desolate desert, there is a terrible problem, there isn’t any Wi-Fi. As I looked outside I thought that I might die of boredom. A five-hour long road journey without Wi-Fi meant no watchable movies nor any playable games. This boredom continued for about five hours.