Personal Narrative Essay : A Trip To The Camper

On 08/04/16 at 8:42pm, I was dispatched to 2087 S. Hamilton Rd, on a injury dangerous or vicious dog/injured dog, serious injury, involving a Columbus Police Officer (CPD) being bit by a dog and shooting dog. I arrived at the location. I was advised my CPD personnel that the CPD Officer that was bite was transported to the hospital and that the dog was still breathing. I was escorted to the area where the dog was. The dog was on the ground, next to the dog was dog owner Jackie Fate. I was unable to see any visible injuries to the dog, the dog had shallow breathing. I asked Ms. Fate to wrap the leash around the dog’s mouth to prevent the dog from biting her or me while I placed the dog on the stretcher. Ms. Fate complied, I slowly guided the dog on the

In the summer of 2013 I moved in my dad’s house for the summer to learn how to cook. Moving from Cherokee, AL to Florence, AL was a stressful move. My Mother and I agreed it was best I learn from someone that has being in the field for over 15 years. The game plan was to go work with my dad a Dale’s Steakhouse with my dad all summer. I made sure I grab my notebook and plenty of pencils so I can ask him questions.

I have heard the phrase, “life isn’t easy”, so many times in my life. And I finally realized the truth in it.

cancer is the enemy. cncer kills over 20 thousand people a day occording to global report. this terrole disease is so common 12.7 million people a year find out they have cancer and of that number rouggly 7.6 million die. cancer being the leading cause of death world wide has led to several fundraisers to support our courageous fighters. a fundrauser i have been lucky enough to participate in is a 5k run/3k walk. i was 13 when i partocipated in my first 5k run/3k walk in stuttgart germany for a light the night for all kinds of cancers. pervous to the fundraiser i was sadly told my cousin who was just a baby at the tome had been diagnosed with luekimia. immediately i wanted to help, i began by spreading the word around my school and having my friends buy tshirts titled

It was a fine Sunday Morning. I was about to experience a fun day of baseball. It was a beautiful afternoon for a trip to the ballpark. I could hardly wait to get there to experience all of the fun things. I was with my brother and his girlfriend and my two nephews and me.I got there by car with my brother's girlfriend and me and my nephew. When we got there we went to the park there and played on the playground. Then we headed up to our seats which were all the way at the top ,one of the best seats in the house. I went down to the concession stand and my brother gave me $20 to buy three pops and a small pop for my nephews and me. The guys who comes to you and give you the ice cream and stuff. we got slushies

Driving a car is not always what most teenagers think it is. Most beginning drivers drive uncontrollably because they think as if they are race car drivers. When I thought I was a race car driver, I drove without thinking, which cost me a trip in the ditch. You never realize how frightening a car wreck is until you experience one.

The narrative entitled “Reminiscences of My Life in Camp” is an up close look into the life of Susie King Taylor. Susie King Taylor was an African American woman born as a slave in Savannah Georgia during the antebellum period of America. Susie Taylor was born 14 years before the start of the civil war. A war that would eventually lead to the abolishment of slavery in America. The narrative of Susie Taylor tells her story as an individual, but still provides information about life during the war. Throughout the story Taylor talks about what it was like experiencing the war so closely and how life within a Black infantry included racism, discrimination, violence, and illness. Taylor also gives us details about her childhood, education, and the bond she developed with the Black soldiers. Above all we get to see how education shaped Taylor’s life and the lives of those that she was around. Education was highly important in Susie King Taylor’s life because it gave her a greater

It was an annual tradition for my dad’s side of the family to get together at this campground over Fourth-of-July weekend. All of the cousins, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and even some friends would be there. I was only eleven and it was a special year because I got to bring my friend Rachelle with me on this trip. We planned on swimming in the lake, tubing behind the boat, fishing, and playing yard games like bean bags and ladder-ball. Tubing was my favorite. There was no better feeling than the rush of falling off and bouncing across the water like a skipping stone.

My camping experience as a child left an indelible mark on my life it is a day I will never forget. It was my first introduction to the “countryside” and the simple tranquility it holds over the busy, fast-paced life of any city. Later on during the eight-week trip, we had been taught how to ride horses, how to shoot a bow and arrow, swim, kayak, fish, and so much more. While I do not often have the time to go camping and have yet to do so since Big Silver, the memory is always there to remind me of an activity I could do that will provide rest during stressful

November 26th, 2004, and there is a sea of burnt orange everywhere at Darrell K

I take a deep breath and start down the dirt path to where I will live for the next twelve days. The air is crisp, oddly like autumn for an August afternoon. I pull my thin cotton T-shirt closer to my body. I already miss the stifling dry heat. !follow the other two kids and the camp counselor in front of me, trying to avoid turning my ankle on the roots in the path that seem to pop up from nowhere. The boys in front of me don't seem nervous, they're joking with the counselor like they've been friends forever even though they had only just met. I paste a too-stiff smile across my thirteen-year-old cheeks and try to close the distance between myself, the boys, and the counselor. The counselor stops abruptly by a patch of knee-high grass just before a fork in the road and turns to me. I feel my face redden. The counselor is around nineteen years old with curly chestnut hair fashioned in a short haircut that has clearly grown out throughout the long summer months, a stray curl loops around their unpierced ear and rests against their cheek; they have an

We went on many more camping trips; but never forgot the where my plans were not so complete. Checklists are good.

The first place we camped was right along the river and on an open field, that is where we left the van with the rest of the food and gear that we didn’t need. We played spoons and made our MRE type food. This was the nicest camp site that we were at it had a canopy to sit under and porta potties, But it was not the most Beautiful. The second day we went up into the mountains which was difficult for everyone except our guides they lived in Colorado and we all lived in Texas where the air is thicker and there is more humidity. We stopped to take a break on a ledge that overlooked the area we just hiked through, we could see for miles and my only regret was not taking a picture of it. The second camp site was nothing special, but the next day we camped near a place that had multiple mountain caves we went and

Being healthy and staying active is not something my family has been worried about. I have to be honest,I thought the same thing before I started wrestling. I ate anything I wanted too, I was not too active. I like to sleep in and play video games. I was out of shape and couldn’t run very far without losing my breath. This all changed when I started to wrestle.

I am particularly proud of the fact that I did well in my event during track season. I was asked by the track coach to run in an event that I have never done before--300 meter hurdles. At the beginning of the season my times were slow and my technique was poor. I watched the other hurdlers and emulated their effort. I took direction from the coach. As the season progressed, my times steadily improved. At the end of the season I competed for a spot in the regional finals. I am happy that I competed even though I didn’t make the finals. This experience demonstrates my self motivation, my ability to overcome stress and a degree of competence I didn’t know I had in a sport in which success is largely determined by individual effort. At