Personal Narrative: Let's Take A Ride

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

Many of my earliest memories revolve around cars. As a child I can remember wandering around classic car shows, riding around up north in my family’s old work truck, and sitting in the back seat on countless road trips watching the miles of unknown road stretch to the horizon. Every time I place my hands on a steering wheel, even today, I still rekindle a fascination with anything that has four wheels and an engine. This interest encompasses everything from the mechanics of an internal combustion engine to the rich history of the American automobile. For this reason, I was euphoric when my family purchased a 1957 Chevy. Since this new hobby was introduced into my life, I have spent many long nights in the garage working to bring the car back to its original glory. In the past few years, working on this car has enriched my life in countless ways.

“Hey, kids, you wanna go for a ride in the car?” Mama yelled out the front door of the little white four room house our family of six lived in. We kids jumped up and down, yelling, “Yes, yes.” “Where we goin, Mama?” “Just get in the backseat of the car and you’ll see when we get there,” Mama replied as she scooted under the steering wheel of our beloved light gray Kaiser that was our only means of getting anywhere. Four kids crammed into the backseat, halfway sitting on top of each other and arguing the whole while over who’s going to get to sit next to the door. “First we have to stop and pick up Daddy from work,” Mama told us as she tried to calm the excitement we were all exhibiting, “then you‘ll find out where we’re goin.”

Over the summer of 2015 I went to my aunt’s quite a bit during the week. Sometimes when we would be going to the pool I brought my friend Hannah to my aunt’s house with me. There are other days when she just comes because I ask her. On days when she’s there my aunt would let me drive her side by side. My aunt has a large piece of land so it’s really fun. We did this days when she wasn’t there too. A side by side is like a glorified golf cart. I love driving it even if I have to bring other kids my aunt is babysitting. When it’s just Hannah and I it’s great.

The horse ride changed mike's opinion of his horse and himself because at first the was some trouble with getting him on the horse,but once he got on he started to enjoy himself and realize that just because he has a disability he doesn't have to limit himself.according to paragraph 1 it states how he felt or his opinion of getting on the horse. "No, stop it, I don't want to!" I yelled. Some of the horses in front of the barn looked at me, and all of the people stared, but I didn't care. Not being a sweet little angel like the disabled kids they show on TV is what gives my life meaning. I raised the volume of my voice enough to send birds flapping out of the shade trees. "You have no right! Isn't this supposed to be a free country?".

“Are you sure that I am allowed to go on this ride?” I said with a questioning look on my face. The questioning look made my dad think the way I was thinking. “I’ll go and check.” I said as I dashed toward the old measuring system they had at Knott’s Berry Farm in each ride. I stood with my shoulders and head down while I was hoping that I wasn't tall enough. Two pieces of the paint on the system fell on my head like drizzling sprinkles on ice cream. Even with my shoulders and head down, I was still five inches taller than I was supposed to be.

“Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol reminds me of my favorite show Grey’s Anatomy. Whenever something serious was about happen this song will start playing and I would know someone is either going to die or have a sad moment. In an episode, Callie Torres, one of the characters, got into a car accident when she was pregnant. Her soon to be wife was driving and Callie asked Arizona if she would marry her and Arizona wasn’t paying attention to the road when a car came out of nowhere. When Callie got to the hospital the other doctors got to her into a ER room when they started singing “If I lay here, if i just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world.” This episode was my favorite one because it was a musical episode and I loved how it wasn’t like all the other episodes.

I am a piece of clay, just as every person is. We are not just any kind of clay, though, we’re that special molding clay that never dries out. Because of this, we are constantly molded by almost everyone and everything surrounding our lives. At the beginning of life, we are molded by the hands of loving parents, but once we leave that safe-place, we are on our own. At that point, we can be tossed, slammed, poked at, and sometimes even ripped apart. One important event in my life that molded me and has helped make me the person I am today was my first roller coaster ride. Amusement rides don’t usually change a person’s life, but the first time I went on a roller coaster, I found myself stepping off the ride as an entirely different person. Most people conquer their fear of heights or fast-moving vehicles on thrill rides, but instead, I conquered the one thing most people are terrified to face. Something that’s more horrific than monsters and demons, and that is yourself. For me, the ride was more of a journey than anything. From the beginning to the end, I learned a

As a child, growing up meant being tall enough for the Twizzler-level rides at Hershey Park. Specifically, twelve twisting, turning, looping, stomach dropping, heart pounding, roller coaster rides. Each visit, I carried my platform flip flops, in my bag, ready to slip on at the measuring station. Crossing my fingers that today was the day!

Not only did our house burn down but this is the last time I can remember my

He began attacking her, specifically bitting her. She managed to close the bedroom door to separate him form her and he exited the unit. When she ran out of the apartment to try and get help the man thought she ran outside. He ran outside to try and follow her but the girl was able to quickly close the security door to lock him outside. At that point someone else in a neighbouring apartment saw the man wandering around outside.

“NOPE!” I screamed. Uhg! Who in their right mind likes rollercoasters? Am I Right? The reason I got this fear is because rollercoasters went upside down, spinning, and even just going really fast. I just can’t handle rollercoasters.

On the road again for the third time in a month. In the middle of the hottest month, we were in a car. Only eight hours away from Tennessee we got pulled over by not just one cop but three cops for speeding. We sat there for at least two hours. Since we were from Franklinton, Louisiana it took a very long time.

After our hour and a half drive that should a been two hours, we were in the city. Most of the lights in the sky were planes. Most of the skyscrapers managed to simultaneously look exactly the same and completely different. There was hundreds of cars on the road, and no one seemed to know how to drive. This was the city I

Gradually creating a feeling of getting car of their own ideas. As we go through the sales details after the implementation of new customization its crystal clears that even though external factors increase the customer won’t hesitate to buy his customized car.