Personal Narrative: My Snowmobile

I would in fact would like a new four wheeler for Christmas. The other night my mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas I told her that I wanted a four wheeler. She asked me what else did,I wanted for Christmas I told her that I wanted to go shopping, and i told her I wanted to receive some games for my play station I said I wanted madden 16, 2016 basketball,World Wrestling Entertainment 2016,and major league baseball 2016. All the items I listed I would really love to have for Christmas.I am very responsible I take out trash,I do choirs,and I clean up the house. Mom and Dad I would really love if Mom and Dad worked hard to try to get me these items on this list for Christmas for the

It was a chilly Sunday afternoon with blue skies and all the makings for a good day of early season skiing on that fateful November afternoon. The day was winding down, the Broncos had just kicked off, and my friends and I had just leapt off the chairlift to embark on our last run of the day. All was well on the way down, a blur of orange jerseys rushing by as I sped down the mountain making the most of the last run of my day. Upon our final few turns of the afternoon, I found myself in a predicament that would later shape me into the person I am today.

If you ask me, one of my favorite memories would have to be the time my friends and I went to the sled hill at Hak Island. It was a amazing day and a had lots of fun. The hill was huge but so was the line, and our coats were a little too large as well.

Right ahead there was a sharp corner to the right. We were nearing the corner and going at a fast pace. I could see the trees and snow flying by my face as we picked up speed. I could hear my brakes scraping against the snow. I know I’m suppose to go fast around the corner so the sled doesn’t get stuck, but I was going too fast. I yelled the command and my lead dogs took the command and jolted right. The rest of my team sped around the corner and the sled was flung around the corner. The sled was unstable but I managed to keep upright.

I pull my sweatshirt over my head and walk outside to my truck. Even though the walk to my truck is only a few feet, the bitter cold permeates through my clothes and onto my skin. The black exterior of my truck is tainted by patches of rust and it is spotted with dents. It may not be the best looking, but it is full of character. I pulled open the driver’s side door and was greeted by its familiar squeak, though I never noticed it much anymore. I quickly turned on the heat to the highest fan speed I could, not that it was going to warm things up anytime soon.

I have always have begun interested in snowboarding. It amazed me how the snowboarders glides down the hill so fast. Keeping their balance and not fall over into tumbling heap of snow, and how they stopped all of a sudden. It was my first year at the ski resort. I was so nervous my heart was beating out of my chest like a woodpecker beating on wood. It was the most exciting event of my life.

I am Camille, master of music and amateur rifle twirler. Known to the world as ‘The Smart Kid’. Snowy Anchorage is where I was born, raised by the king and queen of the David household. Accomplished in my academic scores; straight a’s for three years straight. With a score higher than needed on the language test to qualify as biliterate. I have the ability to study quickly and effectively even minutes before a test in the case that I forget about it. I am the eldest of three siblings and the only female. I am often responsible for watching over the children when the king and queen have business to attend to. Friends with students of all ages; preschool to seniors in high school, I am known as someone to rely on and tell your troubles

“I was scared, and not knowing what I would’ve done if I ever were to get caught in one was even scarier.” It was a cold December morning in 2013. It was around 5:00 am and all through the night it dumped a great amount of snow in the mountains. I had been watching the forecast for a few days, and I knew that this Saturday was going to be one for the books. I had been waiting ever since I was a little kid to go snowmobiling with my dad and his friends.

I was flying down the trail. As soon as I hit the snow-covered culvert, it was already too late. I was flipping uncontrollably.

One morning, I woke up in my room, and pulled up the shades to see the ground covered in several blankets of snow from a snowstorm. I went downstairs, and made my breakfast, a typical bowl of cereal with orange juice and some toast. Before the meal, the length of this storm was my particular interest at the moment, so I looked up the weather. The outlook did not look too convincing to me, so I continued to eat my breakfast that seemingly felt like forever, due to my desire in the length of the storm. I consumed the last bits of toast that were left, and looked outside once again only to see what I saw the first time, thick layers of snow.

I was running so low on energy and it was hard for me to think straight. I slipped down snow covered icy patches, and pushed my legs in and out of the deep snow.

Last night my girlfriend got a Yamaha Blaster. We went last night to Ringwood new jersey. It was about a 45 minute ride then had to wait like 20 minutes for the guy to show up. The bike is black and pink.

It was a sunny day in the middle of winter, that year it was a very sad skiing season. Still, Most people were skiing that day, but my friends and I were trying to find something to do. We settled on going to target, So we set off on a very long trip of 10 or 11 blocks, carrying nothing but 20 dollars in each of our pockets. Walking down the silent sidewalks of our neighborhood, we decided to buy some crazy stuff. We walked in only to meet this kid we all hate, Grant.

Racing 150 miles per hour through the streets of California in 80 thousand dollar cars; that’s my life and ill take you through the beginning. It all started when I was in high school one day after school I seen my friend Jake with a 1994 Toyota Supra. I swear that car had everything done to it, it easily could have had 80 thousand dollars worth of parts in that car. I was amazed and was so curious how he got the money for that car. He told me to meet him at the body shop on North Avenue at 9 o’clock. He picked me up there and we went to this street where tons of amazing cars were lined up. We drove up next to this Mazda and then everyone started cheering and going wild. Jake looked at me, smiled, then asked “are you ready?”. Then this girl

I was 17 years old when I bought my first car. It was a green 2000 Honda Accord. It was an experience I would never forget. It was summer of 2007 and I was on my way to becoming a senior the following semester. I wanted to start the year of perfect, for te past couple of years in high school I was walking home, catching rides to parties but this year was going be different this year I was finally getting my own wheels. The thing is it was a lot easier said than done.