Personal Narrative : Personal Essay

My Mom was talking the whole way down the trail it got annoying fast, but I just kept walking with no smart remarks. We came upon where the trail splits into two roads and didn’t know which one take. “This looks familiar”,my

Not far down the road, I had made Anna stop at Bluegrass Creek insisting that we needed to talk. At first she protested, saying that whatever I needed to discuss with her could wait. That, we needed to be on the road because we had half a state to travel if we were going to get to… and that’s when I said, Deerfield, and the surprise of me already knowing where the gathering was had silenced her instantly.

We get to enjoy some, much needed, sightseeing. The author was very effective in proving that this highway represents America and its sovereignty. The author always thought that road was taking him back in time. The author proclaimed that this was THE road," and in my opinion he is correct. From past knowledge this road is not just any ordinary road. It is a road that makes you feel like you can soar, and you also feel like it is taking you to the past! Just think of how it used to be. Its amazing now, but back when there was several tourist attractions this road would be

The way to get to my house from the high school parking lot is not hard. Take a right at the stop sign that you have to stop at before leaving the parking lot. Go south on North High Street. Once you get to the intersection by the nursing home, take a left. Continue on Washington Street and go past all the businesses until you are out of town. Now you are out Highway 9. On the highway you will travel eight miles. On this highway, you will go around several curves and drive over two bridges. Once you see the Buffalo Ranch you are near Clifton, but continue for two miles. Soon you’ll see a water tower along with a cell tower, and shortly after that you'll be in Clifton. Drive straight for about a half of a mile. Once you see the Presbyterian

Robyn asked her father, “Well why are you not going already?” Clayton replied, ‘Well my girl, I think you ruined the brakes, by slamming on them.” Clayton looked around for a nearby gas station so he could ask someone to help him. The only thing he could see is the sign to ole Gopher, Kansas. Clayton was looking for the town all around but he could not find it however. Therefore, in that case he had to try to make his truck go on the side of the road the best he could.

He didn’t want to pass the house again so took a turn, and another, so as to get out of the neighborhood and to somewhere

What I did not realize, however, was that I was in the middle of the road.

Not this isn’t part of the plan or anything. When she had decided that she was going to go on her life-long dream of a cross-country roadtrip, she had figured getting lost was a pretty good guarantee for adventure. But now, when she’s stranded in the middle of fucking nowhere with an almost empty tank of gas, no phone signal, and a storm rolling in, she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she should’ve actually planned this trip, rather than just hopping in her car and driving after she quit her stupid job.

The road was pretty much empty. It was narrow as well and, on either side, there was just trees, trees and more trees. There hadn't been any cars that had passed me for a while and I began to wonder if I was possibly lost.

When she got to North Carolina, she waited until the next day at night to ride a train to Virginia. If they knew she was here, they would probably expect her to take the soonest train- to get to her friend faster.

Today there was a roadblock at her usual exit on Old Chapman Road and she had to detour about a mile before finding a suitable service road that linked locations between where she was – and where she wanted to

The GPS turned her east off the highway, and she considered turning back to town. The snowdrifts made the vehicle difficult to steer, even with four-wheel drive, but the road led her straight to Mrs. Watson’s driveway.

My parent had completely underestimated the sheer insanity of this road. The Stelvio Pass has 48 hairpin switch back turns, with massive drop-offs over the barely guarded edge. Coming around the first corner, we saw the road

It was hellish driving around with Sami and Julia sometimes, but it was for the most part a normal and comfortable routine for us. We arrived at the entrance of Doc Max, which was just someone’s driveway that continued through into a field. When we passed the last of the gravelly driveway part, the road practically disappeared. The only thing guiding me was some tracks from earlier vehicles. We keep driving slowly into this tundra like field when Julia gave me an instruction: keep driving forward. I did so and watched as the tracks I had been following took a slow, wide left turn and a smaller path was left in front of me with less tracks than before leading me onwards. We drove under a natural arch of trees and Julia instructed me to follow the tracks

Was this "deja vu," or prophecy? I was perplexed, yet, quietly amazed with myself. I tried to set up several other scenarios as I travelled along, but alas, I eventually pulled into my driveway with no further events.