Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Big D

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.

Paris! I boarded Delta's 6pm flight from Detroit to Paris-CDG. 12 hours later I found myself rediscovering downtown Paris. Although I've flown through Paris at least a dozen times I've only been into the city twice before, this being my third time.

A memorable day for me is when I went to six flags. I got to ride the Texas Giant; I got to eat Funnel Cakes, Chicken on a stick, and Nachos. I had a good time with my family.

When people are on winter break, most want to go out and play in the snow, but who knew that the snow could be one's worst nightmare when stubbornness comes into play. Most people go out on an enjoyable snow-white day to sled down snowy hills and fling semi-hard snowballs at each other. No one would think that maybe sledding down the snowy hills could be so dangerous when they are having fun, and trying to show off. I certainly did not think that it was dangerous, but boy was I so wrong. Normally being a Los Angeles girl, going up to Big Bear is such an amazing experience, because down in the Los Angeles region it does not snow at all. However, I was not ready to face what was slowly going to change me in the mountains of California.

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.

On the listed date, I, Officer Rivera Ayala, responded to the Bethalto Quick Trip in reference to a counterfeit bill. I met with the clerk and complainant identified as Terry A. Huber who gave me the bill as the suspect identified as Megan M. Feeley (DOB 10/12/1985) was at the register. I asked Megan where she got the bill from. Megan stated that she did not know that the bill was fake, and that she got it from her brother. Megan asked if she would be able to get the bill back. I advised Megan that she would not be able to.

On the way to the game we made many stops along the way. I slept most of the way there, so I didn’t actually get to view much. The times I was awake I could not wait to get there because I wanted to see what it was like to attend an LSU game. When we got to the campus, there were so many people there trying to get a parking spot. Finally, when we found a spot to park, we were extremely far away from the stadium and as we were walking up to all the tailgating spots, there was the LSU game day parade passing by. They threw out many things and after that we walked around for awhile, and finally it was time for the game to start. After a while of waiting to try to get in, we finally got in and we went looking for our seats. We had to walk up many stairs to get to our seats, and we waited for the game to initiate. When the game started everybody was hollering, jumping up and down, and full of excitement when the football players came out on the field, and I couldn’t wait to watch them

It was a very chilly and rainy Saturday morning when I had awoken from a deep, dark sleep. When I woke up, there was automatic electricity pumping through my veins. A steady drumroll was playing in my head and I knew that today was the day. It was the day for the #12 Clemson Tigers to play the #6 Notre Dame Fighting Irish. It was the College GameDay feature game of the week, and my dad I were going. He had told me that he had gotten tickets, and that we could go to the big game. It was a very rainy day, during the hurricane that we got here down South a few months ago. We met up with my uncle in Greenville and we went down to Clemson with him, and a few of his friends. The drive down there was very wet and rainy but we managed to reach Clemson in plenty of time to get ready for the big

We greeted each other with kind respect. We met on the trail when his wagon broke. I offer to help Curtis Mick Colloni with his wagon. We exchange each other name and we left. I knew he was a skilled doctor and he he would I left the place and I ask Curtis if he would like travel together. As I was walking, I saw Hunter. I ran up to him and greeted him. I met Hunter Norm Cline during the trail when it block by a log. There was a lot of people and together, Hunter organized the group to pull the log. I ask if he would like to join me on the way to Oregon. He said he had 2 other family going on the trail and ask if I would join. He also mentioned that he was the leader of the group. I merge with the group and together we form a wagon

Over my spring break I was lucky enough to get to go to Florida with my college baseball team and I got to see one if the most beautiful baseball stadiums in the US, JetBlue Park. I got to watch Florida Gulf Coast take on Florida State at JetBlue Park, which is used as a spring training field for the Boston Red Sox. My initial thought of the field is it’s almost exactly like Fenway Park with the same field layout, the big green monster in left field. Which surprised me because this was only a spring training field, very few games will be played or broadcasted here. This ballpark was unexpectedly nice and an experience I will never forget.

Jon and his friend were with their families on a trip to Salt Lake City. They were starting in Salt Lake City, but were going to go south all over Utah. As their families went through Salt Lake City, they were going to visit Great Salt Lake.

He knew it was going to be a no excuses to lose to weather and it was going to be a good day for fans to watch football tonight. He had met with Kyle Cannon who was the quarterback for the team and a running back on the team named Dion Gordon;

Going on vacation isn’t always as relaxing and enjoying as you think it should be. I felt like I couldn’t wait to go back home after some of my family and friends went to Disney World for vacation. The whole area felt like it wasn’t even a part of the United States. When we went was also the worst possible time to possibly go to Disney World. It was a truly horrible experience and I don’t see myself going back in the future.

Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.

My heart was thumping heavily, as the bus took a turn towards the mountains. I didn’t know why I had agreed, but it was too late to turn back.