Personal Narrative : My Weekend At Ferris

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.

Have you ever wanted to go to the mountains for the summer? Have you ever told yourself, I need a vacation!? Well, I’m about to take you on a vacation. It will be so much fun and better than a real vacation you’ll forget that you are only reading this. Oh, and you might want to get a snack first because once you start reading you won’t be able to stop. This is gonna be one heck of an adventure.

I will never forget my trip to Six Flags, St. Louis. This all started when I was fourteen years of age. My step dad, who lived in St. Louis, decided to invite me to visit for the summer. I was so excited to go! When the day came he pulled up at my house he asked me if I had all my stuff ready I said, “Yes sir! Let’s go!” Then my step dad’s family and I piled into the two cars and hit the road. The whole ride there I thought about all the things I wanted to do at Hurricane Harbor and Six Flags.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

My family and I traveled to Six Flags this summer for a family vacation. Six Flags is located outside of Atlanta,Georgia. While traveling to Six Flags we stopped at the Birmingham Zoo. when going down the Goliath,I panicked and started to scream.We rode another roller coaster and my fear became more magnified. We also rode the bumper cars and my brother ran into me. We didn't want to spend our summer patrolling the neighborhood on our scooters. We also went because we didn't work interfering with our family time. We wanted to go somewhere fun and exciting. While dinning at our vacation this summer we saw a chef chopping vegtables. The weekend we went to Six Flags qualified as a vacation.On our trip to Six Flags my brother interfered with

I don’t ever want to forget the day we went to Six Flags. In the morning I woke up my parents at 9:00 in the morning so we can get there early and get tickets. Next, I ask my friend if he can come and he said “Sure I’ll come”. So, when my friend was ready to go we left to Six Flags Great Adventure. In addition, when we got there we started off with the games. My friend and I were versing each other on different games. We also went into the haunted house. When we got bored we went on the roller coaster. We went on Superman, Green Lantern, and the Joker, and the most coolest part the Ferris Wheel! After that, we took a break and got back to the rides. Later, when we were tired out, we went home.

Have you ever been scared of trying something new and exciting? Well, I once was. One summe day, my family decided to take a trip to Six Flags. This amusement park is full with thrill rides. I had never been on a roller coaster before. Not the ones with twenty stories high drops and speeds of fifty miles per hour.

“It goes upside down!” I said. My sister was telling me about a roller coaster ride in Disney World after our parents had broken the news that we were going the summer of my fourth grade year. The idea of going to a park was amazing, but the terrifying part was my slight fear of the fast roller coasters that my family enjoys. My parents looked at me, and I smiled with uncertainty. But on the contrary I started to feel a faint feeling of ambition because maybe I could overcome my fear.

Week one has passed by quickly! I think this week was very successful and I can say that I have learned many new things. This week has been an experience for me learning things about the business world. I am not a business major so I was not expecting to take these classes. I was assigned them, but have found them very beneficial. As I read through the first couple of chapters I read things I had heard before. This was a good thing that I could put the information with the terms I had heard previously.

Early morning towards the end of June last year, it was family rodeo back home where my mom grew up at. We had always gone back to that town and that rodeo since i was a yee young lad, around 5 or 6. We used to go see my grandma, but she died when i was 10. Anyways, it was my mother, my brothers, sister and her family, me and my girlfriend. Well, the car we were suppose to drive 5 hours north with was very cramped for all of us, so i asked my girlfriend if we could borrow her new car she just bought the day before. She “talked” to her mom and her mom said “yes,” so her and I drove in that car while my brother and mom and their friend drove the other.

Although many schools claim to be the best, the University of Michigan truly holds this spot in my eyes. When talking to people about it, they always comment on how cold it is, and they wonder why people would ever want to live there. My answer is simple; I was born in Michigan and love everything about it. From the bitter cold, to the prestigious colleges, I take pride in being born here. When I researched great law schools and found one located in Michigan, my attention was immediately

one of the boys I didn't know very well. Justin, the guy I’d only spoken to a few time, hopped in the front seat of the Uber with half a case of Coors Light. about 5 minutes into the drive he turns to us and offers us a beer, and after declining he turns to the uber driving and ask her if she’d like one. In disbelief she stumbles through the words “oh, no thanks”. Just proceeds to crack a beer open and have it spray all over the Uber. The Uber driver flips out and starts screaming at justin. Me being faded off my dome starts laughing my ass off, but things get pretty serious when the uber driver grabs the bear and throws it out the window. The car ride was silent after that. After arriving at the El Rey, we get out if the Uber and Justin immediately cracks a beer right in front of the entire line of people. I freak out that we’re gonna get in trouble and I take of westwards on Wilsher. I had to call my mother to come pick me up while she was at my brothers homecoming football to come pick me up. As i sat down at an ihop at near Cloverdale and Wilsher, my head was racing, i thought i was going to die. the waiter came over and asked what i wanted to eat, i told him i wanted fudge brownie pancakes as i buried my head into my hands know the coming storm that was sweeping down the canyon was

October 20, 2007. A date that will be engraved into my head forever. I grew up in what I believe to be a perfect town, Lakeville, MN. It was close to the cities but far enough to grow farm fields. I grew up with two older brothers, Andrew and Derek. We lived in a safe neighborhood where everyone knew each other and if our mom wanted us home all she would have to do is scream our name out the front door and we would come running. Andrew was always the one who had to watch over and babysit me on nights that our mom was out of town. We have always had that inseparable brother, sister bond. Andrew is 11 years older than me so when it was time for him to move out and get a place of his own, I was so sad. He ended up moving only about two miles away, making it easy to still hang out with him all the time. I always looked forward to spending the night at his apartment because I was able to stay up past my bedtime. This night started off like any other Saturday night we ordered food, carved pumpkins, and watched a movie. It was going on eleven o’clock and we both were getting tired so we decide to head upstairs to our own beds. I was sound asleep when I woke up from a bunch of noise and people yelling. I was confused and didn’t know what was going on. My door to my room swung open and the next thing I knew I was painfully getting drugged down the stair by a man I’ve never met before. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look of my brother’s face, I could tell he was scared. With a gun

A couple weeks ago I went to Charlie’s with some friends at two in the morning, it was a night that I will never forget. Around two in the morning, my friends were complaining of being hungry, so we decided that we were going to get something to eat. We decided on Charlie’s after a desultory argument of where to eat since Charlie’s is the only restaurant open at two. The drive to the restaurant was like no other I have ever had. My friends and I piled into my truck and my friends car, and we took off down the street heading toward Charlie’s, racing and blaring our music, so loud that people three miles away could've heard us. Driving down the street with no other cars was a scene that I am not used too. My attention kept getting pulled to

Throwback to 2007, When I was 5, Life was good, And I was in kinder, I lived in