Personal Narrative-It's Time To Go To The Park

On Thursday 12/01/16 at 2236 hours I was dispatched to Terminal Park Elementary School located at 1101 D ST SE because four juveniles had knocked over a donation bin and were throwing rocks at the school (reference AP160088033). Dispatch advised it was possibly related to two other malicious mischief calls that had just previously occurred in the nearby area.

Everyone was excited to be going to Dorney Park on August 30th. We had to bring money for food and swim suits for the wild water kingdom. It was an hour and a half bus ride. On the bus we did challenges. Someone brought 4 bags of hot Cheetos so we got in to 4 teams of 2 and each team got a bag a Cheetos. These Cheetos were in the big bag and they were the puffs. We had to eat the whole bag before 5 minutes. Our hand were bright red. Tiara and I were on the same team. When five minutes was up my team lost and Asia and Danielle won. After that I took a short peaceful nap and when I woke up we were ten minutes away.

Over my spring break I was lucky enough to get to go to Florida with my college baseball team and I got to see one if the most beautiful baseball stadiums in the US, JetBlue Park. I got to watch Florida Gulf Coast take on Florida State at JetBlue Park, which is used as a spring training field for the Boston Red Sox. My initial thought of the field is it’s almost exactly like Fenway Park with the same field layout, the big green monster in left field. Which surprised me because this was only a spring training field, very few games will be played or broadcasted here. This ballpark was unexpectedly nice and an experience I will never forget.

On Saturday, March 12th, my mom and I went to Gompers Park in the North Park neighborhood. We went for a volunteer park clean-up day. When we got there, we were given what looked like a very large pair of tweezers, to pick up trash. We had a bucket for recycling and a bucket for garbage. My mom and I went to the field area first, where we found a lot of large soda and alcohol bottles. We also found several small candy and food wrappers. We believe that a lot of this garbage came from children and their parents who play sports (mostly baseball) at this park.

It was a perfect morning in Allen, Texas. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Jason was riding in his pickup truck on his way to school. Going past corn field by corn field he heard this on the radio, “It’s game day for our boys in blue today, and we are going to have a good one. I mean just look at the way the day is

Getting ready to go out is a whole event itself. I gather all the essential hair and makeup products, phone and the charger, my attire with the beautiful accessories and lay out everything perfectly across the bathroom counter. I turn on my Christian music, place my phone near a corner and lay the speaker against the wall so my music will surround me in all ways since it gives me life. “I burn for your love. At the stake.” Christian music is part of my routine, it allows me to worship Jesus alongside with awakening my soul. As if it were my ritual, I would curl my hair and put on an acceptable amount of make up every single time. It brings me happiness each time I use my wand just because it always worked tremendously, it never failed to do

I remember a day when I was walking in the Six Flags theme park in Texas with my best friend. The smell of popcorn and candy and the feeling of excitement from the little kids coming for the first time with the grandparents just enjoying the family experience. We were walking down the winding stone pathways, waiting for our next adventure at every turn. Trying not to leave our parents behind, we ran ahead enough to be in eyesight, but we were going at our own pace. He and I stood amazed at the sight of the gigantic rides as their shadows were cast down over us. The mini-shops and food stand would attract our little noses at the sight and smell of every peculiar food and trinket imaginable. My Friend, Rhett, suggested we go try a roller coaster. At first, I thought he was just joking around trying to scare me. I asked him what he really wanted to do and after that I realized that he wasn’t joking.

“Hit a home run,” he told me. I smiled and laughed. “You know I will,” I said with a flip of my ponytail. I turned away from the fence and took a few practice swings. How satisfying would it be to hit a home run. That feeling of the ball hitting my bat in just the right spot. Hearing the loud crack and watching the ball soar over the field. I wanted so desperately to have that dream come true.

I lay beneath the pale, blue light of a rumbling bus traveling through the winding mountains of West Virginia. The quiet tones of ivory keys on a piano playing through my earbuds. I am surrounded by my sleeping peers. All of them most likely dreaming of our destination; “The Happiest Place on Earth” aka Disney World. I however am terrified. I am struck with a fear new to me. Not a fear of ghosts or murderers, but a fear of my own insignificance. I can’t sleep, these thoughts in my head keep spinning and screaming at me. Shouldn’t I be happy? I’m on my way to Disney World with all my friends. Why am I like this?

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

It was a bright sunny day with the weather not scorching hot and a perfect day for baseball. The grass was green and very cold and watery. The first time I hit a homerun I was so amazed especially cause I’m not a big hitter. I was almost up to bat, and I really wanted to redeem myself cause I was walked both times I was up. I really wanted a good game because most of my family was there so I can impress them.

The sun was out and beating down on us already, it seemed as we had been out there for hours but really only minutes. Yet somehow I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else on this day except the baseball field. Little did I know what would happen that day. It was a Friday too, but for this game I felt good and knew something good would happen or bad. Either way i was prepared for the game. This was a game that would determine if I would start the last home game, so I had to do better.

What is or was you favorite thing to do as a kid? For kaitlin it was to go to the park. Kaitlin always

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

The park is place we like to go when we want to relax. The park is an obvious place of escaping the constraints of the life around us. People are walking around the trail, children playing on the playground, and the place generally seems to be at a more relaxed place in the park. My visit to the park was one that I thought would reveal a certain level of peace. It did.