Personal Narrative: Near The Peace River In Canada

Rugged River Rapids In the rugged river rapids, The salmon slowly swim. Four years in the ocean,

Red Lake Ontario a place that I’ve been But only in my dreams in the last year and ten It’s always been with the boys, mainly my son I invite you into my dreams because you’re my special one. The cabin on the hill faces north over the lake But as the sun set down theres not even a wake

While we sat in our rambling tan and yellow cabin among the trees at 416 Spencer Falls Lane at Big Bear Lake, we watched the gloomy rain fall all morning long. Finally, the storm passed and the dark gray clouds passed over, the sun shone brightly on the wet grass. Yes, the day soon was as pleasant as any other august day, of course we knew it was frequently the case with a warm summer rain. This time, however, the rain had swelled the river washed away our small wooded bridge. Elaine my youngest sister sat beside the washed out bridge, she was so unhappy because it was loss. It was then that a shiny blue convertible drove up beside her, the four of us, our names are: William, Martina, Ella and David, watched as the car approached, it was around

Just this past summer, under the hot, and sticky sun, we pushed our car to the limit, on our 1,000 mile journey to the Rocky Mountains in Colorado, although in actuality we might have pushed our fears to the absolute limit. Flipping through the Colorado vacation brochure proved to have posed some interesting vacation destinations, such as "Big Bear Lake" and Trail Ridge Road. With the intent to get high in the sky, our family headed out the next morning to Trail Ridge Road, which is a road that takes you up to a staggering height of 12,000 feet. Although optimistic, we imagined of the vast fields of green, the glacier-topped mountains, and the valleys that undertake the them. As we climbed up to the peak, it seemed apparent that there

My dad, me ,my older brother Luke, and my two sisters Michaela and Anna were on our way up to cedar Michigan. It was going to be very cold up north so we had two dress warm. It took about six hors to get there we arrived at about 1:00 we arrived on 7899 S Schomberg Rd Cedar MI 49621 our great friends lived there there names where Marv & Jill Anderson they owned a lot of land up there they own two houses and five barns they also have donkeys, goats, sheep, ducks, and cats. I love it up there.we went sliding, and found a very big hill and had about three hours be fore we had to go church. we stated to get ready fore church about 15 minutes be fore we had to leave. when church ended we went to watch a movie when that

Crammed in a 1992 Ford truck that is supposed to seat three people, my brother, sister, dad, and I surprisingly arrived at my dad’s favorite park; it just happened to be over an hour away. This mini trek felt as if it lasted for hours. At first, I dreaded piling up to listen to my family complain about having each others’ elbows touching for more time than I would have liked. I soon discovered the uncomfortable ride would be worth it. Once we reached the winding road where we significantly decreased our speed from the highway, my siblings and I grew with excitement to finally be able to stretch our legs and go hiking. We unloaded the truck to spend a couple hours at what we called Great Falls Park.

Growing up in Northern Michigan and having family members from all over the state meant that my family traveled around quite a bit to see all of the natural wonders that Michigan has to offer.  From the time I was born until now I have lived in the same neighborhood (Lake Arrowhead). When I was in fifth grade my parents divorced but because both of them loved the neighborhood so much my mom kept our house and my dad built a new home about three miles away but still in the same neighborhood. I use to think this was strange that my parents were divorced but still lived in the same subdivision, as I got older I realized it was because they both shared the same love for the Lake and wanted their children to be raised by the water. This neighborhood is special for many reasons, it is a private neighborhood, there is many miles of trails for ATVs, a private pool, and most importantly there is the actual lake arrowhead lake (Buhl Lake).

Living in Prince Edward Island, as a citizen, I have a lot of concerns for the future of my land. In the province of Canada, voices for confederation are coming out. This idea sounded exciting at first, after all who wouldn't want a strong country that unites all people, but for us things are different. Imagine if we handed our money and resources, or even right and prosperity to the government, how much would we get back. Our voice would still be unheard since we are of small population, very insignificant in the united government. We are already stable in development, with all these timber, farming, ship building business and more as we are developing a strong tie with Britain and United States. I’m worried that if we joined, our peaceful

I had heard about Panther Creek Falls from my friends for weeks. Panther Creek Falls is a trail located in fannin county. My friends told me about all of the beautiful sights, the lively nature, the flowing water. I had wanted to venture out and take in everything it had to offer, and finally we planned out a hike. We were going to explore the entire trail and hopefully be able to swim at the swimming hole near at the end. The day finally came and I could not have been more excited about it. My friends and I hopped in my car and started our excursion.

At the end of the school year last year, a few of my friends and I decided that we wanted to go camping at Spring Lake. We signed up to do the “off the grid” camping so we could kayak to our camp site. The fun began when we were putting our kayaks into the lake with all of our gear in them and one of my friends fell into the lake. After that we knew we were going to have a fun and hysterical night. We then began our twenty minute kayak to our camping site. On the way there, we had many conversations and shared many laughs. When we arrived at the campsite we decided to split into two groups. Two of us would kayak back to our vehicles to get the rest of our stuff and the other two would stay and begin to set up the campsite. So, my friend Trenton

I still remember that frigid day in December when we disembarked from the plane I will never forget that day. That day I felt very strange in the airport. There were so many people with different faces, skin color, hair, clothes, and languages. I met an immigration officer. He turned to me and said, "Welcome to Canada." I replied, "Thank you." I was very pleased to hear these words, and he asked how do you feel, I replied, I'm happy and lucky." At that time my feelings were mixed. He understood my feelings. On my first day in Canada, I had many experiences. Why Canada? Canada is one of the peaceful countries in the world. It’s a land of immigrants where it has unique culture and diversity which can be found throughout the country. We respect

Few days after my 8th birthday, my family and I left our home in India and began a new life in Canada. It was not long before, I became aware of how different I was from the other children at school. Not just aesthetically but even our thoughts were different. Steadily, I became isolated and lowered my self-esteemed. At recess one day, the clear skies suddenly changed in the dark clouds with chilling wind. I was shivering in the cold, when one of girls from my class wrapped me inside of her jacket. She was smiling and at me and hugged me and said, “warm”. Soon other kids hugged us and we formed a small huddle. Although they did not know me, they understood the gestures of hugging to provide warmth. Jessica, the girl with the jacket, and

I grew up Western New York State, in a rural community located on the south shore of Lake Ontario, roughly between the City of Buffalo and the City of Rochester. The area is known for its formidable weather, especially the snow storms in the winter due to the lake effect. The community has its roots in farming and raising livestock (mostly cows), which continues today though there are more housing developments dotting the landscape these days. My town is home to the world’s biggest apple pie, and is very much like stepping back in time in some respects. The views and practices of the community have changed very little in the past forty years and will be slow to do so given the conservative nature of the public’s opinion, now that I look from

The sun was glistening through the tall, swaying pines. To the right of the trail, a gentle river flowed softly down towards the mouth of the lake. Walking across the rickety wooden bridge, I inhaled a deep breath of refreshingly crisp mountain air. The sun beat down on me as I made my way across the bridge and back onto the well-used hiking trail. The ambient sounds of chirping birds, babbling water, and the croaks of several frogs filled my ears as I made my way around the bend. As I entered the mouth of the forest, I could see my father standing in the middle of the path, glancing upwards, taking in the beauty that had began to engulf us. “We better get going.” he said, looking back at me. “There’s still many miles to go.” I smiled and turned, taking in one last view of the beautiful creekside. Then, with determination, we set out to finish the challenging trek we had started.

Maine: the Vacation Land. A pretty good place to go for a little getaway, especially since it borders the Granite State to the north. My family often goes to Maine when I have a school break and every time, it’s a good trip. There are many good things about Maine such as the beaches, the quaint feeling motels, and the blueberry pancakes! Delicious! Maine also has great forests and trails that, temporarily, brings an escape from all material suffering and subdues one in a state of mental peace. The array of green pines, the ledges that overlook a pair of swimming geese, the smell of pure, clean oxygen, all of this is what makes Maine a great getaway. However, on one trip to Maine, I had a grand discovery. Not a discovery like finding buried