Personal Narrative: Overcoming My Fear Of Investing Turtles

Let’s get one thing straight, the ocean and myself don’t get along. I can think of better ways to die than getting shredded apart by a shark the size of my car. My fear of sharks stemmed from the time my parents thought it would be a fun thing to show a 5 year old the 1975 movie Jaws, the movie may have been fake but I can assure you my fear has been very genuine ever since. Envision my delight after being told that my family had purchased a beach house. Of course, my older brothers were ecstatic about the possibility of learning to surf and to spend days in the ocean. Me? I would rather have spent my day doing quite literally anything other than risking an encounter with some oversized goldfish juiced up on

I was bored. The car ride was long. I thought the trip to my grandpa's boat lake Michigan would be short, but I was wrong. We hit every red light and I was losing my patience. We finally get there, the weather is bad, it’s raining, I had a sniffle, and we catch nothing. “Patience” grandpa said. A few weeks later we go out again, still nothing, but at least it wasn’t raining that day. I’d never fished before so when my hook caught pieces of seaweed I thought it was a fish. My grandpa reminded me that you must be patient. Then I reminded him that he “guaranteed” me that I would catch a fish by the end of the summer. I told him that we would catch fish if we went out into the lake instead of just fishing off of the back of this boat on the

Sitting on my board with my feet in the sand, I look out at the ocean and take in the smell of the salty air that has always reminded me of home. What I’d do to have Pops here, giving me some guidance. Memphis ears perk up and his head cocks to the side, as her voice calls out to us, “A surfing cowboy, now I’ve seen everything!” She

At the end of the day Reef got into Franks truck and head off to the rehab center to say goodbye to Leeza. Leeza hadn’t been the first one Reef had to say goodbye to, Alex left the home to go be with his parents, Scar off to university with the scholar ship she received after graduating high school, Reef had been proud of Scar, she was smarter than the others and proved it,

I could hear the wave coming towards me, and it looked as if it wanted to devour my body until there was nothing left, but I stayed on the board. Christopher gave me a massive shove into the wave, and I was riding it! Even though I hadn’t got up yet, it appeared as if entirety was in slow motion; it felt amazing. I had finally strived to push my bony figure up into a surfing stance. It was a great sensation, having the board in my control, having the salty air blow through my sandy hair, and the whole thing altogether.

Just six years ago, I convinced my mother to allow me to move to the city. New York was quite the sight to behold! I absolutely mesmerized when I first got a look at New York in all its glory. The newest Jazz music could be heard from every car that zoomed by and the electric streetlights illuminated streets throughout the night. The women’s attire was so scandalous! I quickly learned that the women who dressed in such a manner were known as ‘flappers’. However, most importantly, Wall Street was booming! I dedicated my days to making a fortune wagering the little fortune I had to start with in the stock market. Before I knew it, I was dedicating my nights to spending my newfound fortune hosting and attending lavish parties. I was proud to

I wouldn't classify myself as a great surfer, but I'd been riding pretty regularly since fourteen and once I got my driver's license, regularly turned into a lot. Nonetheless, the swell that day at Rincon humbled me and I wasn't alone. There must have been close to sixty hopefuls perched atop the cliff overlooking the bay trying to muster enough courage to paddle out. Only three brave souls had had the courage to defy mother nature.

I woke up to the sound of waves crashing onto the beach and a seagull’s “Caw! Caw!” For some reason, being on vacation makes me famished in the morning, so I got up and walked into the kitchen where my dad had already made me some scrumptious scrambled eggs. I devoured them and then my dad asked, “Do you want to try to surf today?”

A boy named Jack told me he loved whales. It was a hot August morning in Manhattan, the heat was unbearable even in shorts and a tank top. After a ten minute walk my body transitioned from hot to freezing as I entered the Children’s Museum of the Arts. It was my third summer working there as an intern in the public fine arts studio and the weekly, theme-based, summer camp for kids ages six to thirteen. This particular week, I worked as a counselor in a weeklong puppet class, where we did everything from finger puppets to marionettes. Every morning from 8:00 to 9:00, we did free drawing in the art-filled main gallery. The distinctive thing about the main gallery was how big and bright it was, illuminated like a soccer field at night.

“Hey, do you want to eat something? I am cooking tonight” my mom asked. I said, “no thanks mom, I will eat outside tonight and I might get a little late coming back home.”

Cheerfully, I reeled in the fishing line and there it was the tiny baby sunfish. I don’t think the fish was any smaller than an inch worm. But, it was my very first fish. The fish dangled there on the line, the hook in its musty mouth it was almost sad. Papaw then took it off the hook, so we could cook and devour it. He sat the fish down on two distorted rocks that were crossed over the fire. Papaw went to go check his pole when all of a sudden, I heard a hissing noise and, apparently grandpa did too.

Billy got so used to telling himself that he was ordinary that he didn’t know what to do when 6 year-old Leanna marched up to the fishbowl game, and played. She played with passion. Like it was the first carnival game she ever got her hands on. She lifted her hand into the air, and threw the ball into the last fish bowl. She won. Any fish was hers. She got to choose out hundred fishes.

“No, Daddy. I want to go in by myself.” And with that independent statement, I ran into the waves, which welcomed me with full force. They filled my senses with a sharp, salty smell, the foam blinded my eyes, and my energetic little body and pink bow was swallowed by the fast-flowing water.

Mo and his brothers go fishing every day after school because it is part of the family’s source of food. The tide comes in and covers all of the fishing holes. So Mo and his brothers go and wait for the tide to go out. That’s when they drop there fishing hooks in the holes and catch their fish. Sometimes Mo’s mom goes with them. She knows how to fish for octopus. She is the best at catching octopus

“ Son, We are going to have some delicious food today. I have got you some tasty fishes to eat.” Bob said.