Personal Narrative Essay: The Awakening

It was a beautiful, cool July morning in the mountains of Colorado; the birds were chirping and the leaves on the trees were rustling. I could almost taste the bacon sizzling on the stovetop as my mother made breakfast. Nothing could ruin a perfect morning like this… At least that’s what I thought. Interrupting the cooking of breakfast, my mom’s cell phone strangely began to ring; there hadn’t been many people trying to contact my mom since she was on vacation. However, my mom ran to answer the call. “Oh, it’s your sister,” I heard my mom say. Although I was in a different room, I could hear the concern and worry in my mother’s voice moments after she answered the phone. Instantaneously, my heart began to race. I began feeling sick to my stomach

The weather was decent, but evening was approaching and it was getting chillier. A lay on my stomach and steady the tube as Noah gets on. We grab on to the handles in front of us and the tube is propelled forward by the boat. We started picking up speed, but it was still easy to stay on the tube. We started reaching speeds of up to forty miles per hour. It was amazing, the water flashed by on either side. We were still going straight but we were ramping off waves. The water splashed in my face every time we went airborne and landed again, but I didn’t care. And then we started turning. We turned right, which was the side I was on. We just let the tube go where it wanted to go, but that was a mistake. The tube came closer to the gigantic wave made by the boat engine. We reamped of the wave, and I knew I was a goner. I began sliding off the tube, and I thought I was gone. Finally my body was flung into the water, but my hands had a firm grip on the handle bars. Uncle ralph slowed down enough so I could pull myself up on the tube. With most of my body soaking wet, and slippery. When we turned again we turned left. This time we tried to lean against the wave. The tactic worked pretty good, but me hit the wave again. Noah was gone in an instant. I look back and he is floating some ways back

But as soon as we boarded the boat it became more disturbing than the rain, the rocky waters moving us back and forth provided the feeling of peril. But then, as we turned toward the

I mustered the energy to scream, just once. The sound rang out across the sea, in this still, clear night. The boat sped towards the reef, stopping at the edge. A raft dropped into the water with a splash, and people began furiously paddling towards the island, towards

In the three seconds I spent longing, the monstrous storm subsided. I peered through the briny mist and saw chunks of tin debris drifting by and the captain floating further out to the sea. I swam over and latched onto a piece of the paddle wheel. Then I grabbed a hold of the captain’s collar and hauled him toward me.

that I was concerned I wasn’t swimming up at all. I heard someone saying my name, but my vision was too blurred to identify who. Two strong arms pulled me on top of the boat. I heard a frantic voice asking if I was okay, but I couldn’t respond; I didn’t know the answer myself. When my friend materialized in front of me and reached

A breeze and some spray blew on my face. I was going about 8 miles per hour. I looked behind me very carefully and saw I was making my own waves. A wonderful feeling passed over me as I looked back ahead, it was the wonderful feeling of the water spraying my face. When it was Sam’s turn, the boat stopped and I got pulled back onto the boat, then once I was on, Sam jumped out onto the tube.

I could tell you so much about me like I have moved 3 times with my mom but never with my dad, or I could tell you more about when I lost my cat Egon but that is not what I am going to tell you about. Today I will be telling you about all about me.

We couldn’t stop or help for long. I was determined to find my parents. Carefully walking around the waters edge I was suddenly sucked in by a huge wave. I somehow managed to catch a quick glimpse of the total devastation

The white water crushes against the boat, almost as if it was waiting for us to make a wrong paddle movement. The rapid we were going over was told to be considered a 5 and extremely dangerous. One wrong move and you could get sucked under the rough water. High waves keep crashing against our raft, keeping us constantly wet. On the bank of the river, rocks as tall as a small sky scraper tower over us.

There’s something about writing your raw emotions on a piece of paper that allows your spirit to run free and hold no boundaries of what you can think of and it's only the moments in life that can fuel the locked potential inside you. The epiphany of my life was actually closer to this present time than in the past, about last year my family moved from New haven to Branford. In New haven I was in a program which allowed me to go to Wallingford as a district school and I spent 6 years in this program making friends and going to school all I knew from my elementary to highschool period from then was Wallingford. While schooling in Wallingford district living in New haven I had developed a skill of poetry in the midst of 8th grade. I found that

“Left. LEFT! Paddle faster,” I shouted, trying to instruct our raft team to avoid rocks as we soared down the white rapids. We were flying down waterfalls, avoiding other rafts, and trying to reach our destination, where we would feast on cold cuts. Our raft was rocketing around a turnabout when it suddenly crashed and lodged itself between two massive boulders. We were stuck. Our guide radioed in for help as we all sat in an awkward silence. I glanced at his hand and

Suddenly, the boat tipped and I tumbled into the dark, murky water. I had achieved some kind of record - capsizing in less than ten minutes. As I brought the sunfish

Growing up with two older sisters I looked up to them as great role models. Whether or not if they realize it, I watched everything they did as they became active members of our local 4-H club and got involved in school. I grew up with early Saturday mornings to watch cross country meets, and late summer nights during the fair. My two sisters have influenced my life in a vast amount of ways, and I am grateful for the valuable lessons they have been able to bestow upon me. Along with watching them get involved in high school, I also watched them purchase their own vehicle. However, little did I know they didn’t own these vehicles as they both received car loans in order to purchase them. Each of my sisters had a different experience with their car loan and they each taught me a different, yet valuable lesson about what to do when I purchase my own car.

I waded into the lake and began to make my short swim to the Flying Scot sailboat in the distance. The warm wash of the lake water coursed through me as I made my way to the boat. As I pulled myself onto the beautiful boat, I thought about the previous days of wonderful, sunny weather out on the water. I hoisted the jib and the mainsail, put in the rudder, released the center board, and let the light breeze carry me out onto the lake. The sun warmed by skin as the playful waves splashed on board to cool me down. As the afternoon stretched on, several daunting storm clouds began traveling towards me in the distance. As they trudged closer, the air became cooler and the waves evolved from giving me small, occasional splashes to drenching my entire body. With this, the wind picked up and suddenly swung the boom across the boat, knocking me right in the head. I flew off the side of the boat, dropping right into the once accommodating lake water. Terror struck, I immediately shot back to the surface and frantically scanned the surface for my boat. Several yards to my left, I saw it rocking back and forth on the growing waves. I paddled back to the boat, hoisted myself up, and desperately tried catching a strong wind to carry me back to the mooring where I could tie my boat back up. However, with a lack of training in times of unfavorable weather conditions, I remained trapped in the middle of an unskilled sailor’s nightmare. After several hours of frequent shifts,