Personal Narrative-It Was Just A Game

Finally, today is the day we are leaving for our trail. We also pack medicine for if we get sick. The sun is coming up the cows seem like they are excited. But today seems like it's going to go very very slow. We have all of our supplies in a wagon that we are going to sleep and eat in Joe is going to be incharge of where that goes and following us that way we does lose any of the cows. Me and curtis are on horses pushing the heard forward in charge of moving the cows. “Let's get moving we have no time to lose” I yell to curtis and joe. So we start on our

We had to cross the Kansas river. We now realize how long it's going to take to get to Oregon because we have been walking forever and my legs are already sore, so I ask my son, Carl if he can lead the oxen while me and Bernard scout ahead on the horses. We also passed Alcove Springs. My son and I see Fort Kearny so we ride back to my wife and older son. We see how far back they are and realize it will probably take about two hours before we reach Fort Kearny. We finally arrive at Fort Kearny and its dark right now we see lots of people sleeping under their wagons. We were told that the fort was to prevent Indian attacks along the Oregon trail. They had very little room left for more wagons, but there has been just enough room for

It was a dark thursday night in April. The sky was clear enough to see the moon shining brightly along with many small circular diamonds. I’m in a dark blue Avalanche, being driven to a baseball diamond. I play for the MIlwaukee Brewers on a little league level. It’s my last game of the season, and I can’t wait for the umpire to say the words “Play Ball” (which states that the game has begun).

This time this trip is even longer because it took us 319 miles that made us walked for 11 days. On the 6th day, few of us heard a big clunk so we thought that something would have broke somehow. Some of us checked every single one of our wagons to see what had broke. Well right when we heard the clunk, the horse of the Cline Family had startled and stopped until the other animals stopped. So after we walked around, James Seiple found out that the tongue of the wagon had broke in half. So James Seiple started asking for help for the tongue of the Cline Family’s wagon. The rest of us came up to him to see what James Seiple wanted for us. “Help me with this tongue please, it snapped in half and I wanted some of your help.” James Seiple said. Then we all checked on our wagon to see if there is anything to fix the tongue. Then the father of the Colloni Family had grabbed an extra part for the wagon. The father of the Colloni Family came to James Seiple and tried to put it back together and the mother of the Mingo Family taped it up together and it is all fixed. Then we got back to our wagons and started walking to Fort Kearney. Later on the 8th day, a terrible hit us and the wind is gusting really hard with rain and hail. All of us got nothing to do. I got nothing to think

They traveled for over seven months struggling through deaths, dangers, and hardships that had them hanging on their last few strings of life. They faced things such as animals suffering from exhaustion and having to eat pretty much everything that they could find. This lasted until they reached Pierre Hole, their resting point. At prairie hole they were helped by believe it or not the “indians”. Pierre Hole was described as a “fine grassy plane among the mountains” and was where everyone nursed themselves back to health in a way. Here there was an abundance of meat that they feasted on and recouped. They got clean water and had a very social time with the “indians” learning about each other's stories and creating

It all started at the beginning of tryouts. The week of excitement and nervousness. Everyone was already making guesses on who was gonna be on the team. Then so it started, the first day was pretty easy and so was the next. The third was conditioning day, which was the worst. Then the last two days were fairly easy too. But those days were the most nerve racking. Those were the days when the cuts were made.

It was getting late but we still needed to move maybe stop till make it to Fort Bridger. Along the way we saw many plants and animals, which was cool because we don’t get to see them everyday. We have been traveling for a while and we need to go to Fort Bridger since we were low on supplies and after a while we finally made it to Fort Bridger and like in Independence Rock their was also names carved in granite which was very cool. We saw people trading here to since it was a training post since 1842. We went to the shops to buy our supplies but when we saw the prices they were very high. We still decided to buy some stuff because we wasted 5 Days to come here. We bought our stuff and we were ready to head out, we bought food and water that would last us till the trip was over. After a while of traveling a storm came out of nowhere, but we did find cover under the wagon while the storm passes. It was actually scary because we weren’t inside a shelter but outside under the wagon. I was someone who didn’t really like storms they were always scary I pretty sure everyone else was scared to. After 15 minutes the storm was over but we have lost about 70 pounds of food and supplies. That was bad because we just bought those supplies for the trip. When we were ready to leave we made sure our supplies were kept safe for we can lose stuff again we started traveling

He was wrong the next month or so we planted twice the amount of wheat and milked the cows even more often but it didn't help my shoes got dirty and we couldn’t replace them, and all the sudden there was less food on the table.After about a month of drought, and starvation the worst was still to come

Ten and a half days into our trip a terrible storm hit us with such fury my head's still spinning. Gusts of fast wind blew icy hail into our path, forcing us to find shelter. We covered our animals with blankets to try and keep the hail from hitting them, and we hid with them as well. The only thing we could do was to wait out the storm. When the storm had finally stopped we were forced to see the damage that was bestowed on us. Tears ran through the wagon’s tarp in many places. One of our flour sacks was soaked through, forcing us to make pancakes for the entire wagon train. Trees were uprooted on the trail ahead. One of our cows had managed to run off during the storm, I can only hope we can find her later on. The others’ wagons looked the same as ours, but with our decision to leave behind most of our books and pictures we did not need to deal with tossing them out and getting all of the small broken glass pieces out of the wagon. We camped there for the remainder of that day despite the urges made by Sam to keep moving on. It is true that we could have gotten to Fort Kearney if we had left that second, but after a draining and scary day everyone-except Sam-was ready to camp for the

To be quite honest, I was rather surprised and impressed with the fact that I actually knew and understood how long it would take before I arrived to my destination, and how I was able to eschew smacking face first into the unforgiving rigid structure. I uttered a soft chuckle to myself, placing both hands on their respected hips in astonishment at my simple feat as the wind gradually began to dwindle down to a stalemate of natural phenomena, from billowing demands of acknowledgement to soft a whisper of an undecipherable confidentiality. However, I knew that my cows were most likely being consumed further by stir craziness as each second wandered by, and that it would probably be in the best interest, of all parties, to permit the cows access to graze the surrounding land for awhile, to nourish their bodies by way of consumption and defecation. I hadn’t been able to, however, leading up to that day, as the weather had been far too frightful for the cows and could have potentially led herding them back into the barn to be an impossible task. However, due to the cessation of the rain and the collective slushiness of the terrain now being null, I figured it would be an appropriate

Baghdad, Iraq is where I was born and raised; I lived there for about 6 years during the most pivotal years of the war. My dad left when I was about 7 months. He went to Lebanon to live for a few years before settling in the United States. My mom took care of me and my siblings. War was going on in Iraq; people walked with a dying heart. Iraq was split into Shiite, Sunni, and Christianity. Sunni and Shiite do not have any issues with one another, but there are people who do not like the Shiites and caused civil strife between the two divisions of Islam. My family is Shiite and we do not believe in a separation between anyone because we are one, they are

The sparks fly in the air, there are marshmallows in your hair, and you’re with your favorite people in the world. This is called the best place on earth, for me at least. I enjoy camping so very much, you meet new people, experience different things, make new memories, and have a blast. You also see new sights, smell some things, and always wake up to the birds singing and not the bustling streets of the city. Camping is my go to activity.

It was a very cold winter day in December. I was heading off to a hockey game just like any other day. My dad screamed down the steps, "Ryan, did you pack your bag? We got to go!" My dad never wants to be late for hockey or feel rushed to get there. I woke up earlier than normal on this day in December. My inline hockey games were not typically early, but this day in particular, it was at 8 am. I skipped breakfast at home, but my dad asked, "Do you want something small from McDonald's?" I said, "Sure!" I enjoyed the hashbrown from McDonald's as I knew I would eat a bigger meal after the game.

retaliated back by explaining how it was the young man’s fault that he had fallen down the stairs. The school staff liked Bert and believed him. After graduation he worked in a few jobs that lasted a couple of months. He convinced his parents to lend him money to start a business. After five months of starting the business he was out of business. He overestimated his abilities and was unable to plan ahead or attend all the details that involved running a business. He was successful in conning his parents again and they lend him money a second time. The second time the business failed again. For the reason that he had a magnetic and charming personality he was able to get others to comply with anything he requested. He was successful in conning

Racing at night going One-hundred and forty miles an hour on US-27 holding the lead, Shift six gear, speed topped out at two-hundred miles per hour passing by cars smoothly. I chanted I am immortal, I am a god! while I pushed my sports bike to its limit. Suddenly a black car approaches. WHAM! I get Rammed from behind and lose control of my bike slamming into a Semi-truck up ahead. Lights out. When I peeked my eyes, I saw 4 humans around me. Thump after thumb I believe I was in an ambulance rushing down the turnpike. I looked around and the first words that came to my head are “Rick this is just a dream”. This is the story of how I escaped from an illegal laboratory that clones and modifies humans.