Personal Narrative Essay: America's Coolest Little Water

Every year, over the course of 10 days in July, more than two-million mini donuts are served, over 200 000 free pancakes are handed out, and roughly ten million people from around the world visit Calgary, Alberta seeking the experience of a lifetime. The Calgary Stampede is a widely known annual Rodeo and Exhibition. This lively festival is not only a memorable place for visitors from all over the world to live a first-hand experience of rodeo in action, but it serves as an interesting source to learn about some of Alberta’s richest history. As tourists explore the vibrant fairgrounds, it 's inevitable for the travelers to see Calgarians great pride for their city and history. The Calgary Stampede labeled “The Greatest Outdoor Show On

I remember growing up at our house on the river. It was so much fun and there was so many great activities to do. We could go swimming in the river, take the boat out, or even just lay along the pretty white sand. It was like a little beach which was really fun. I remember one summer my parents let me get a baby duck. The duck was yellow like the sun and had a little brown spot on his head. I named him dot because of the little brown dot that he had on his head. That duck and I were tighter than than two peas in a pod. He would always follow me around whenever I went on walks and would even go swimming with me in the river. Those days sure were fun. I would even take him on golf cart rides which was pretty sweet in my opinion. One day though things turned sour. We were taking our daily walk like we would every day and we were keeping a fast pace. Dot’s little legs wobbled forwards and backwards as he tried to keep a pace with me. It was pretty funny until it wasn’t. All of a sudden a hawk swooped out of nowhere and picked up Dot with its sharp talons and carried him away from the safety and security of me. It was very tragic indeed. I remember the days after that I’d walk around with my little bb gun that I got for Christmas trying to find the hawk that took my beloved Dot away from me. Those days were sad and I would miss him so much. Eventually though I moved on like any normal person would but there will always be a piece of me that is missing without my beloved pet

Dustin Vaughan had a terrible game on Sunday night. He didn’t look comfortable in the pocket threw picks & just was all over the place with the ball. Showers showed poised while being very calm while in the pocket. When moving outside of the pocket he always kept his eyes downfield to look for open wide-receivers. The fact that Showers can play special teams and make tackles he wouldn’t be a waste to use for the 46 game day roster if coaches decide to use him. I also considered that the Cowboys could go back to keeping two quarterbacks and hoping they could land Showers on practice squad.

Airplanes. Window seats. Wilderness. Just a few of my favorite things, Melanie thought quietly to herself while flying over Canada. Staring out the window, gazing at snow-covered mountains that looked like they were peeking into the clouds, she tried to remember how long it had been since she last saw Connor, her older brother. When she was younger, they were close but their bond had faded out as Connor was constantly moving, never able to settle down. The last time she saw her brother was almost three years ago when they spent the day hiking in the Delaware Water Gap. Being surrounded by the wilderness seemed to be one of the things that always united them. Recently, as a high school senior, she moved from Arizona to Louisiana. Meanwhile,

Compared to most days, it was pretty pleasant out. Porsha, my best friend, was over at my house for the day. Like most times when we hung out,  we needed something to do. There wasn't really much to do in Lake Havasu, Arizona. Both of us enjoy spending a lot of time outside, you can tell by our tan skin. Swimming was the best thing to do as it was so blazing hot here, but I did not have a pool.

Perhaps the most famous aspect of Falcon Heights is its status as home of the Minnesota State Fairgrounds. Each year the Minnesota State Fair draws in over a million visitors, and is lovingly known as the “Great Minnesota Get-Together”. The largest state fair in the nation according to average daily attendance, the Minnesota State Fair is no small feat. During the nearly two weeks that the fair is going on, citizens of Falcon Heights get to interact with people from all around the Midwest while showcasing their beautiful city. After the fair is over, the fairgrounds do not sit vacant. Rather, the Minnesota State Fairgrounds play host to a plethora of local and regional

I was invited to Save Tacoma Water (STW) Meeting this morning at 9 a.m. When I received an invitation for the meeting from a member of STW, the meeting supposed to be held at Tully’s. But it didn’t include the address. I sent a text message to the member requesting the address a 7:40 a.m. The member didn’t reply. Since I met some STW members last Wednesday, I assumed Tully’s at 24 N. Tacoma Ave. I live in Browns Point area so it takes me about 22 miles round trip. I arrived at 9:03 but I couldn’t see anyone from STW. I called the member to find the address. The member send me text that he/she was in the meeting. But all I want was just address so I can be at the meeting. Why couldn’t he/she send me the address instead of texting me “I’ll call

Have you ever been to the Great Lakes? The Great Lakes are huge. I went there before. I had to go there to drop off a piece of equipment. We went to The Great Lakes. We spent some time there and played for a little while. Then we had to leave. They won't allow people to swim in the great lakes because there was a crocodile in there. My most favorite place is The Great Lakes.

Swish, swish went the water as my hand glided swiftly through the surface. I use and kicked as hard as I could filling like a speedboat that finally reached top speed. I could hear the cheers of my teammates shouting” Go Lauryn Go!!!” And then disaster struck, Boom. I’d hit my head against the wall, coming in a little too quick to hit the flip turn. For me, everything stopped. My head was spinning, my legs were shaking, and I was more than a little off balanced. I had never experienced anything like that before. I was always off the block with great, speed determined to win, but this time was different. There was no way I could win because by the time I regained my balance all of my competitors were already three quarters finished.However,

When I was nine years old my family and I took a trip to Green Lake. It was a beautiful, sunny day. I still remember the events of the day like it was yesterday, running around the lake with my cousins, climbing up the trees and eating lots of popsicles and ice cream. This wasn’t our first time there; we had gone there previously as well, but memories from this trip would stay with me for years to come.

Water slowly brushes across the carbon fiber side of the shell, and at this point a sense of familiarity emerges. The rhythmic beating of my pulse fills my ears, working to push away the background and bring my awareness to that of the girl in front of me, my coxswain, and my oar– a true marriage of sorts. I make sure to check that the equipment functions by running my fingers over the bolts of my rigger, the straps of my foot stretchers, and finally, as a ritual, tapping my blade against the water three times. Following this, I allow myself only one opportunity to break the wall between my position in the boat and my surroundings– a glance at each girl in the boats next to me– to remind myself to outpull all of them. The tension rapidly increases as the referee announces that “We have alignment”, otherwise a universal signal to all rowers to mind the impending start of the race. The low voice of my coxswain reminds everyone to adjust their seating position in the boat, sit up straight, and have their shoulders back–the

A very patriotic, American yet basic thing to do is go to the lake with either friends or family yet, until this weekend I have never “properly” gone camping. First, I get in the silver, petite and fuel efficient car that will be taking me to Marion lake. The car smelled like peaches and honey not to mention the ebony, hot yet sticky leather seats. The drive there consisted of acapella singing, giggling yet loud shrieks and mischievous “what are the odds’” scenarios. Rap and hip-hop was the main playlist for the sticky sweaty drive there. Our music choice rapped about beer, drugs, women, gangs and of course money.

So there I was, looking down at the murky green water. Next to me was my friend Josh. We looked at eachother for a bit, then decided to just go for it. Besides, I need some stories for my grandchildren someday right? We backed up to the other side of the massive rock, looked at eachother one more time, clicked on my Go Pro in my left hand, then, we took off in a dead sprint.

There was a discovery made in Lake Michigan a few years back. I vaguely remember when it was found, but I remember what happened after the scientists opened it. I was there on that brisk blue morning overlooking my research team that I had hired before me. We had just arrived at the site of a sunken ship that was lost during the civil war and we hope to bring back small treasures from it like coins, jewelry, writing, hats and unopened chests. We made our first dive into the icy water. The scuba divers were down there for what seemed like forever, then we got a tug on the oxygen line. We started to pull the scuba diver and let me tell you, he was not the lightest diver in the world, but man, was he the strongest! When we pulled him up, he was

My incredible journey as a water molecule began in the frigid river water of the Red Deer River , just off the Rockies . I was simply minding my own business , when WOOSH , a current came and swept me right off of my feet ! I couldn’t control where I was going , I didn’t know what was going on , I had been kidnapped . My attacker dumped me off in some warmer water way farther down . I swam around a little bit, running in to way more fish than I would have seen at home under my rock in the river . It didn’t take me long to realize , I had been dumped into a lake . After more than one run in with some very grabby algae , the weather began to take a turn . Strangely enough , the sun was out. yet , it was raining . I looked up out of the water