Personal Narrative: My Journey To Menard, Texas

When ever you’re traveling, you dont really have an adventure if you dont try new things and go to new places then youre not having an adventure. I am going to share some of my favorite activities that I have tried when I went traveling

Before my big move to Houston about three years ago for college, it was my last summer back home in a little city called Amarillo, which is considered “West Texas,” although it’s actually located geographically north within the heart of the Texas Panhandle. I was enjoying every last bits of the time that I’ve had left with my friends and family. The last thing I could think of worrying about during that summer was a romantic relationship. My intentions were to make bittersweet memories and to have what they would call, fun. I went out almost every single weekend for the first month of my last summer and met tons of friends and I became closer to old casual friends. Within that first month of consistently going out and hanging out with all these friends that I became close to, I met a very sweet, charming, and interesting guy named Andy. Something about him caught my attention. He was silly and funny without even trying, so I took an interest in him. We started messaging each other on Facebook then texting and making polite conversations. Before I knew it, this was the starting point to a whole new friendship. When he first messaged me, as much as I hesitated to respond to him because I knew I was moving and I did not want to develop feelings just leave everything behind, I wanted to not just respond but to strike more conversations. I became curious about him and I wanted to find out more and more.

Do you remember when you were a kid, there was that one place that always seemed so amazing, but once you got there you were so disappointed? When you are a kid, a disappointment like that seems to be a big deal. Well when I moved to Texas, it was just that. The worst place I have ever tried living, was in Bethel, Texas. There are numerous reasons that make me say this including, the excessive oil drilling, how spread out each town is, and how god awfully ugly it was. I would never recommend going there. I moved there, and within a month, I came back home. Even if I think of it as a Vacation, it still was a horrible experience.

Texas born and raised means a lot of things, but for me it means diverse. As a child, I grew up in the southside of San Antonio and attended a Catholic school which contributed majorly to how I act now and has impacted how I view others. However, in the 7th grade, I moved to the Texas Hill Country and learned a plethora of contradictory views. This has led me to form my own opinions on what is right and wrong and meshed city and country life to create a well-rounded, diverse Texan.

The birds, squirrels, and fishes living in tranquility. The daylight there is an early riser, while the night feels like a mother rocking her baby; peaceful. Therefore, the nights are so still that only the beautiful harmony of the crickets could be heard. The green tree looks so alive, they were standing large and stiff. There was even the opportunity of exploring the mountain trails. It was amazing being able to experience something completely different, especially when it was just a few days from starting my junior year. The memories from that trip will be unforgettable.

I grew up in a city named Colorado City, TX – the city is located in Central West Texas. I had a really good friend, that I became best friends with, named Daniel. We went riding our bikes everywhere around this little town, scraping our knees on concrete and crashing our bikes on practically everything (since there was practically nothing to do in this town – this was before the 3M Palace Theatre was reopened).

I still remember my brother and me, both no more than 12 years old, sitting in the trunk of a rental van with the hatch open, watching the vast landscape of the Badlands of South Dakota flying away from us. When the car stopped, we would go track down the prairie dogs that scurried beyond sight. When we ran, we carried pen and paper in hand to identify any of the native plant species that we could see. Once we filled these

The company I work for is First Texas Homes, which is a private owned new home builder exclusively in the North Texas and Houston area. I office out of a model home inside one of the communities that I work in. The model home office includes myself, a new assistant and our manager who is the community sales consultant, Mr. Evans. Mr. Evans is the community manager so his responsibilities include, selling lots to clients for our company to build them a home, start a home to sell while it’s in the construction process, manage the community, manager the buyers who are on a contract, develop strategy to get new buyers in the door and problem solving, among many other things. I am Mr. Evans community coordinator and designer and some of my responsibilities

I am not from San Antonio. I am not from Texas. I’m from California. Where no one twangs, or drawls, or even says hi to the stranger standing in line at the grocery store. Texas, half way across the U.S and what seems like a whole other country compared to California. It is a completely different place that I could have ever imagined living and calling home. I came to Texas to find myself. I didn’t know that when I came here, but it is what ended up happening.

"Insert quote here" -Person. I moved to Texas when I was five years old to be closer to my dad's family. My parents, my sister, and I moved around a lot. My sister and I would jump around from school to school. (Insert more about life.) The word (...)

The most difficult time i have faced was when I moved from Texas. I was born in San Antonio, Texas and I lived there for about 6 years. San Antonio was so much fun just because y enitre famly lived withing 10 minutes of each other. Then, we had to move to Midland, Texas, that move was not very hard just because i was so young so i was not ery attatched to things and people around me, besides my family. We lived in Midland for about 4 years after that and it was my favorite town. The people the energy of the people there was so awesome I loved it. Then one day we got the call that had to move again. We were already pretty far from our family and so to learn that we had to move even farther was devistating. So thats when we had to leave the state

There is a place in the woods of Shepherd's Fold Ranch; it is a special place, a place where a visitor can go to feel closer to God and His creation. The contrast between the loud campsites and the forest devoid of human voices gives the place a peaceful atmosphere. To get there, a camper must first climb a short hike of about ten minutes through the forest, which is filled with the sounds of robins, cardinals, and other birds having conversations above. The trail is not steep, nor is the hike strenuous, and one can relax and enjoy the scenery while walking. After rounding several bends, the climber will eventually reach a large, rocky clearing. In

As I look to the east I see a tree belt and the house about a mile away. I see piles of hills and thickets. I see a water tank for the cattle and a good spot for deer. I see a couple of old deer blinds set up not to far away.

The wood’s amazing fragrance lingers behind me. No matter the multitude of times I have experienced this, never will the scent go away. I always love the time spent on my deer hunting grounds. Meandering roads leading to anywhere imaginable, deer stands designating a perfect view for a hunt, antlers jettisoned onto the trails and questioning whether this will be an exceptional year. Markings carved on trees to show direction, old ragged signs saying “NO TRESPASSING”, the name and phone number of the person who owns the property, and knowingly passing to venture further. Diverging through the trail to be back to camp around 8 and starting an annual fire to share what happened during the day. Except, our chat never seems to be about what actually happens during

Grasslands gave way to a rocky and dry climate and the colors around us changed from green to shades of red, orange, yellow, and brown. The land was broken here. Rough and jagged features made it harsh to the senses. It was a great desert filled with thorny plants and scaly creatures. Once David walked right by a rattlesnake that I saw only as I was about to step on it. The unconcerned rattler sidewinded off across the sands. The urge to see what lay ahead grew stronger as we pressed on into the heat. Water grew scarce, hiding away in the bottoms of canyons, and hollows in the rocks only to be found by the keen senses of the horses. Gathering the succulent fruit of prickly pear cactus and removing the spines provided us with sustenance in an unforgiving