Personal Narrative: Spac Water

I am addicted to Smart Water. I drink at least one bottle of day and have had nothing else to drink for the past two years except the occasional soda. This has become w huge problem because not only did the water bottles in my recycling bin start building up that it would overflow, but the bill of constantly buying the Smart Waters was building up too. I knew that I had to stop drinking that brand of water, but I became so attached to it that it was very difficult to not have it. The experience started fine, but what I noticed was that the taste of other water was not good and that I haven't used glasses for drinking in a long time. Due to the drastic change, I knew that I had to use positive punishment to instill drinking tap water, so I decided

At that time, I felt like a rookie sky diver preparing for his first plunge. The cabin door opens to reveal the extreme distance of his fall, which leads to either sheer excitement or eventual death. The naivete that sheltered his fear disappears at the sudden reality of the moment. By then, of course, it is much too late to turn back. The very thought that this was his idea seems absurd to him, and he feels like the only person on the face of the planet. And so he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and

The first thing you felt was the softness of something beneath you, and the warmness of what you assumed was sunlight on your tan skin. Sitting up very slowly, you examined the space around you to find what was so soft below your outstretched legs. Golden flowers grew out of the cracked stone ground, shining a yellowish hue that seemed to make them even more beautiful than they already were. The sunlight that lit up part of the room you were currently residing in came from a distant hole in the rocky roof hanging high above you. Groggily, you stood up.

Looking back out of the small window, I catch a final glimpse of corn fields and lonely railroad crossings before they dip below the horizon. For my first time on a plane, the excitement of adventure meets me as I depart from the comfort of home and enter a world unknown outside of Nebraska. Seeing the world in God’s view as the landscape evolves below, I fall in love with flying. Looking down from 30,000 feet and seeing earth on such a vast scale, I realize how much there is to discover.

As I helped set up the tents, I noticed a gentle breeze pick up. We left the rain fly off so we could look at the stars as we slept. Shortly after I fell asleep, the gentle breeze had brought in dark clouds and turbulent winds began to arise. Our parents slowly woke up after the crickets stopped chirping, and the whistling of the winds made it absolutely

When I got back, my tub water was almost all over the place. I turn my water off and took off all my school clothes and put them on the counter. Then I put my phone right next to my bath even though it might not be smart. I put my bath salts in the water, then I grab the bath bomb and put my foot in there to check the temperature. Its a tad bit too hot. Both of my feet went in the water and eventually my whole body did. I drop my bath bomb and watch it dissolve which made my bath water turn to a pale pink color. As soon as I lean back, my phone rings. It's my Aunt Jane.

Something colorful pasted us, a purple-blue color it was. Flying around in the sky. Instead of flying. in front of us - it flew pass us, I to the field of trees that was on both either sides of us.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I took my first step, then another, then another, flying as confidently as I could past my mother’s frigid forsaken room, the decorations and Chinese antiquities displayed on a wooden desk, and finally past the the thin door that separated me from the swirling storm to come.

The water splashed as I entered the freezing pool of water. I swam to the other end, flipped underwater, and pushed off the wall. The flow of the water against my skin felt as if I was breaking through a bubble of air. The movement of my arms and legs led me all the way to the wall at the other end. This was my passion. It was what I loved to do at the time. Previously, I was on a club swim team, all the way up until school season. I was anxious all day waiting to get back into that pool.

It was on an unplanned July day that my two best friends, Fiona and Matthew had decided to take me skydiving for the first time. As I stepped onto the plane, Fiona gave me a smile. I was then left to myself. I felt droplets of sweat drip down the side of my face, but I disregarded it, in hopes that it was due to the density of the suit, unsuited for a hot summer day such as this. When I walked to my seat and tried to settle myself, however, I realized the main problem wasn't the suit. Soon, the engine roared, giving life to the airplane, and the ground started fleeing. From the side windows I could see the outside landscape moving faster and faster, and finally, disappearing. Butterflies started fluttering in my stomach, giving me a sense of nervousness different from anything I've ever experienced before. I realized then that this experience was more than a daring step into the uncharted...

I saw something coming swiftly at me, in a manner that seemed likely to hit me. I blinked, and at that same moment, I was flying through the air, everything growing smaller and smaller. It felt great to soar through the sky; now I knew why I had those dimples that I hated so much. I was falling down now, swiftly, and I could see a soft, green looking area with a flag near the oval end. Obviously, something important. A sharp wind drove me towards

“Don’t you dare to listen to your ego!” Then he looked at the actual me, “You will regret that, Katya.” Everything became black as he said those words. I was falling into an abyss, and a large bird with a fiery tail was flying around me.

The whispers of the figures in the candle lit room quickly disappeared, as did everything else. When Samuel opened his eyes, he only saw the cloudy sky being disfigured by neon blues running around him frantically. He felt a burning inside, and his skin felt as dry as a desert. The wind passed through him as if he were a ghost, and the clouds began to look like other worldly beings that wished to take him as a trophy. He felt the wind, his dry skin, and the flaming feel of his body that made him want to scream-- he couldn't. He thought he might die, he thought his small body would burn up before he ever landed-- but he couldn't get his mouth opened one bit. Samuel continued to fall, he felt the ground coming closer and closer to his frozen body. He closed his eyes, wanting to wake up from the terrible dream he thought he was experiencing. When his eyes opened, he saw a clear yellow sky; large, violet trees surrounding him; and the tall, pink grass he layed in. "Ow..." he managed to mutter, unable to move as if his body had turned to stone. He attempted to turn over but found himself to be

It landed hesitatingly in a near-by field as if scorning to brush its wings against so sordid a landscape; then away again up into the clean grey mists.How long I stood there gazing into the distance I do not know, butwhen I turned to slog my way back through the mud my mind was made up. I knew there

I took off from my branch and dived headfirst plunging a thousand miles down on to that world. My head burst like a bomb. Now I was only a cloud, a cloud of fireflies, a bright dust of fireflies swept on the wind… then blackness… (Oyono 120-121)