Personal Narrative: My Dad

That day he decided that he wanted to go trouting in the creek by his friend’s house because there are a lot of trout in Pennsylvania. My Uncle was also a great Troutman and new they would pull in a big hail. “It was a beautiful day out” stated my uncle, and after a couple hours of trouting the boys were tired so, they packed up and started heading home. The boys were about five minutes from

Our scene includes two Aroostook country boys named Chad and Randy who are very good friends. The scene begins with the fading of the music and the spotlight being put on Chad and Randy sitting down on a bench. Chad starts the discussion by telling Randy how he had a really bad date with Sally Dunleavy because she out rightly said that she didn’t like the way that he smelled. Chad claims him self as the winner for the “baddest date guy of all time” award so he thinks he should be able to choose where they go out tomorrow. Chad says that he wants to go to the bowling supper at the snowmobile club, have a couple beers at the Moose Paddy, and then just hang out after. However, Randy jumps in in order to explain that he is the “baddest

Our scheduled pickup was going to be around 5:30. To kill time, we whittled sticks with our pocket knives, which was one good thing we got from the camp. I remember when Hudson had his pocket knife and threw it at a log because he wanted to see if it would work as a throwing knife unfortunately, it didn’t. Then after that Hudson went to the gift shop and bought another pocket knife only to later find out that you could get a refund if you broke a pocket knife, so there Hudson was, holding two pocket knives with a very sketchy grin on his

“We were going home from fishing and saw you being pulled out of that stupid truck!” said Jay.

I had said to Andrew, “Well Andrew let’s go back on our trip and have some fun.”

William realized it was Sunday and he had been admonished by his parents not to go fishing on Sunday. He decided that he wouldn’t go home carrying a stringer of fish, so he hid his willow

“Hey!!!!” We said as our cousins came out of their car. Jon Luke said,” hey , what are you guys doing?” I answered back saying,” Soph and I have just been coloring and drawing while we waited for you guys, we were going to get on the boat to go tubing when you guys got here.” Oh, ok well let’s go.”

“Ya son las Cinco y media,” is what my dad would say to me everyday during summer. We would go up to Redlands to this avocado groove to pick avocados. Under the big, tall, leafy trees we would work until our bodies couldn't take it anymore and needed a break. We would work under the hot scorching sun, our faces dripping in sweat until 3:30. I would always get home tired knowing the same thing was waiting for me the next day.

My father was a lifeguard, but not in my lifetime, so maybe loving the ocean was in our blood. As children we grew up in Brooklyn and we would go to Riis Park for our day at the beach. One very distinct memory is of my father as he stood waist deep in the ocean with my brother and sister; the waves periodically lifted and dropped them in the water at his side. Waist deep for my father meant it was well over my head so I remained a safe distance (or so I thought) behind them. Suddenly, a wave appeared and and before I could turn and rush to the shoreline the ocean attacked. I found myself in a world of foam, pockets of air allowed me to breathe as I was tossed about like

¨Do you guys want to go to the rope swing?¨ to which we all replied

"I'm already at the venue, you better tell Bob to go back around," He said bluntly, before ending the call.

"Alright hun you can stand over there to wait as the other rider goes out don 't go in until they say so, and have fun." the

“There you are, Madison!” he said. “Hurry up, Chief Chizelmen wants to speak to you. You, too, Seth.”

“Damn.” His father bounced his hand off the steering wheel. “Well, come on. Let’s go see if we missed one.”

Camping is life. Don’t hesitate being out in nature. Just Do It. Me, Maliree, Baylee, Dad, and Doug went camping together. We parked the boat, and went on the sand, while Baylee, and I sat on the boat dad hooked the fishing poles up and sat with us. The fishing poles were in the rod holder. Baylee, dad, and I went to the shore for a little bit. Baylee went back to the boat. Baylee seen something strange about the pole she told me to look at it and there was a catfish on the line. I took the pole and reeled it in. I yelled for my dad he didn 't answer so I took it up to him. He was surprised.