Personal Narrative: Kart Racing At Thunder Road

Imagine getting handed over the keys to your very first car. I felt so much excitement inside of me. All I could think of being a race car driver. When I felt those keys in my hand for the first time, I could see myself cruising down the country roads to school. I also thought about being in the streets and racing my friends. Then I felt my mother snatch the keys from my hand and saying “I know you are not thinking about racing.” My mom would always tell me not to speed before I left the house. I heeded the warnings she gave. Feeling like I knew what I was doing, I had a sense of invincibility and knew the cops would never catch me. I ended up seeing the day that I thought would never come.

I looked down to see an incomplete text that read, “Almost th-.” Swallowing my guilt, I called my parents and explained what happened. My parents and the police arrived. As my parents ran towards me, I clenched my teeth and fists partly to ease my pain, but to also get ready for them to chew me out. Surprisingly, they hugged me and were glad I was okay. I told the police what happened and he handed me a big, fat ticket for speeding and rear-ending the man. I turned to my parents and repeatedly told them sorry and that I would pay for everything. Choking on my tears I told them I would stay and get the car towed. My mother pulled me close to where I was eye to eye with her. I could see tears whaling up in her eyes; she began to wipe the now crusted blood off my face and arm. She smiled and said, “You’re going to that dance. You are lucky to be alive. Go

On a Sunday morning of March 15 1998, we woke up super early to the phone ringing on the other side was my dad. My grandmother answered the phone her face paled as she heard the words “mom I shot myself.” After talking to him for a bit my grandmother rushed out of her room to get my uncle up and they rushed to the house to see him up walking around with a hole in his stomach. Ambulance came to get him then rushed him to meet life force. He flat lined once on the helicopter. They were able to bring him back and stabilized him, and kept him stabled till they got to the hospital. They rushed him immediately into the OR, it was around 15 to 20 minutes into surgery that he had passed away, they were unable to bring him back due to the major loss of blood. My mom soon remarried and I gained two annoying step brothers and a step dad. One step brother didn’t bother me to bad, the other one poked and picked on me trying to pick fights. My step dad had episodes where he was violent and threw things at me and my mom. I withdrew more and more until a few of my friends literally grabbed me by my arm and told me to wake up that they were not going to let me push them away

All I wanted to do was go tubing and play on the beach. In order to go tubing, my uncle, who was also the boat driver, said that I needed to try to ski. All of my cousins and aunts and uncles thought this was a good idea and they pumped my ego up into trying to do it. I remember stepping into the cold water; I could feel my leg hairs growing out of their pores due to the temperature. I slowly walked deeper into the lake so I could try to ski for the first time. I put the skis on my feet and sat in the water until my uncle started to drive. After my first attempt of water skiing I had the fresh smell of blood waft through my nose. This is not a normal scent but this happened because I hit my face on the ski falling forward. I felt the sharp pain in my nose, but it did not last very long. Thankfully for this, I did not want to give up yet. I happened to think that it was funny that I had a minor bloody nose. I saw multiple people boating, skiing, wake boarding and tubing on the lake so I wanted to get up on the skis and go join them. I tried to get up multiple times but my legs just were not strong enough and after each time that I failed, my arms grew weaker and weaker. Although all of my family was cheering for me, I grew

One summer day in July , Me and my friend Carol went to an amusement park called Cedar Point . Cedar Point is located in Sandusky , Ohio and two and a half hours away . My mom and me wanted to go on a ride called the Maverick . The Maverick is Cedar Point’s steepest roller coaster and its speed is 70 miles per hour . The Maverick also has a 95 degree drop ! Then we went in line and waited for about an hour and a half . It was about eleven o'clock when we got close to the front of the line . When we finally got to the roller coaster I regretted going on because it was very dark and I couldn't see where the drop was and I don’t like steep roller coasters . Because of that me and Carol where panicking the whole way up . As soon as we got to the

Today is the day for State track, the day I been working the whole season. When we pulled up to the stadium there were lot’s of people. I was so nervous, because I never been to a track meet like this before. We got everything unloaded from the suburban, walked into the stadium and was suprised how many people was there. When it was time to walk over to the discus ring, I saw girls throwing far. I was nervous. It was time for me to warm up and I had three practice throws. The first one was close to the hundreds, second one past hundred, and third past hundred and five. I looked over at my grandpa and he smiled. He said, no more practice throws, I was happy but nervous at the sometime. When it was my turn I went up to the ring and threw around the hundreds. After I got done

I fondly remember my horrible crash as well. I crashed because I was riding at my bikes top speed through a tunnel and what I did not know was that there was a sharp left turn at the end of the tunnel that I did not know of. Therefore, I continued straight and right into a hillside off the side of a three foot ledge. The bike flipped on top of me as I fell and crushed me. My lips and cheeks were bleeding slightly, the visor on my helmet was knocked off somewhere, and I was in tears. It was a very good thing I was wearing proper riding gear. Despite the crash we continued riding on for another hour or so. The next day turned to disaster. It started fine but it quickly got worse; it started with a very close call involving a cliff. We were all riding when I fell off my bike and they continued ahead without me. While I struggled and succeeded to get the bike off me and start it, my father and his friend nearly went off of a cliff a turn ahead. Even though that disaster was avoided we had another problem; my father’s bike broke down. My father’s friend and I rode all the way back to the truck and drove it all the way back to where he broke

There was this one time my parents and my family went to LA, and I was here. They went to go watch the Dodger game. They left and I was here with my grandma. They stayed for a week in LA. It was actually pretty good without them. They were there on a nice vacation. The last thing they did is go watch the dodger game. After they watched the game, they went straight on the car and hit the road. I know for a fact that none of my siblings like wearing their seatbelts, so they don’t ever put them on. What my father told me was he was stuck in traffic for almost 2 hours. After he got out of traffic, he then started accelerating the gas because he was relieved that he got out of traffic. Then a car comes out of an exit and he cuts off my dad. My dad

I race dirt track go karts. I have chosen to write my narrative about one of my go kart wrecks. It was a hot day in June of 2014. I was about 15 years old and ready to chase after that checkered flag. I was coming down the front straight away, the green flagged dropped. We were racing hard into turns one and two. Every rider in front of me started spinning, and the track was blocked. I had to make a quick decision. I went to the top of the race track to miss all the other drivers, someone hit me from behind, and my go-kart went speeding off the track into a chain link fence. When I hit the fence, the front of my go-kart flew into the air, my head flew back, and my head hit the fence. After the officials stopped the

So, when I was like five I used to hang out with Nick, Dakota, Kiser, Collin, Dawson, and a few other boys. That day it was just us six though. The boys were jumping off of the equipment at recess. We were playing “transformers”. I decided to just run around and not jump off it. I went down the slide and stuff like that. I was smarter than them and knew something would happen. They kept jumping and trying to make me but I refused. It was about a five foot jump down. They kept pushing me and literally tried to push me off a few times. After about ten minutes of this I finally decided to jump. It was fun at first and I kept going for a while. I would jump, run around to the stairs, crawl through the tunnel, and jump again. I did this about twelve times until they thought it would be funny to push me off. I’m sure my face was priceless when I realized what was happening. I ended up trying to land correctly but messed up and landed on the side of my right ankle so it turned in and immediately went down. The boys jumped off and surrounded me, looking at me because they had no idea what happened. I couldn’t get up until they blew the whistle and I had to. I ended up being able to get up but had tears in my eyes (I didn’t like to cry and still don’t. I like to think I’m tough and no matter what happens I’ll be ok.). I hobbled back to class while everyone else was running back. I almost made it back when one of the aid’s stopped me. She said “Oh my gosh, are you ok!?”. I looked at her and

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When I started barrel racing. I was very slow. The horse did not like me. But I won a belt buckle for being the toughest rider there was . It was fun being a pewe because you could go super slow. I remember I was so nervous. My dad had to take me around the barrel’s. The horse I rode name is Sunny he is my sister's horse.

My most meaningful possession is my pinewood boyscout derby car. It is a bit of a relic in my life and it show due to the thick layer of collected dust and loosened wheels. Starting from the front of the toy car, it has been scratched and dented in multiple places presumably from hitting the “car stop” at the end of the derby track. Wiping away some of the dust reveals a very dark shade of blue, leaning more towards black even. Designs of green and blue colored koi fish stickers appear on the upper hood. The fish even shimmer a small amount when exposed to bright light. Toward the center of the car is a small piece of metal to make sure the car wouldn’t flip on the track. How this metal is placed almost makes it look like some sort of drivers

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to

Life is unpredictable and an accident can happen anytime. on our way back home from church my dad was driving a black 2012 Toyota Highlander, which is a family car that seven people can ride in it. My younger brother, Taw Nay Gay, and I were sitting on the seat behind the driver seat by the door. My other two younger brothers, Gay Nay Soe and Soe K Maw, sat in the seat behind me, and my mom sat in the front passenger seat. For the first time a nineteen year old girl like me started to believe that I had a reason to live and my life could be taken away anytime. This happened on October first 2017, 7:30 pm when we got into a car accident by the traffic lights intersection. Three cars were damaged, but everyone in the cars were fine.