Personal Narrative: The Dead Woods

It was a crisp fall day, the weather was perfect when I found out I was going hunting… with a gun! I was 9,but it did not come straight to me that I was going to shoot a gun, I rushed to my room grabbing my hunting supplies. When we both said goodbye to our family, we scurried over to the truck. He almost landed face first in the mud like me. “whoa-!” I piped out falling into mud. “Nice camo kid.”Dad said sarcastically when he helped me up I gave a small smile and I said in a sarcastic tone “Hardy har har”, and we set off into the woods.

Even with how much clothes I had on it was still pretty cold. It was boring looking at nothing but woods so I brought my DS to play while nothing was happening. It was about three hours of nothing then my dad made me close my DS so light wasn’t shining and the deer couldn’t see it. He moved very slowly and grabbed the gun and placed it on the opening. [I didn’t watch him but the deer, when he pulled the trigger I saw the deer jump and ran away.] I asked, him did he miss and he said, i’m not sure. We looked for a blood trail for about an hour and we couldn’t find it. He got mad and said we were leaving, so we got back on the four wheeler and we left. Though he never killed anything on that trip I still had a good time on

I was so scared that this Man, Guy, Kid was going to steal my and leave my brother and I stranded that as soon as he turned to pretend to look over at an area waving other people to come our way I grabbed my brother and somehow was able to get us to escape him with my bike and my brother back on the bike riding on the seat while I pedaled my life away. I soon realized that this guy was trying to steal my bike so I peddled and peddled like never before! I look back and noticed a few other kids on bike coming after us from a far enough distance that I was able to quickly turn into the trail I discovered and I knew for sure no other person knew about. Once I turned into this trail I looked back and saw them all pass by without any idea that I had turned into this path.

It had been a very foggy and rainy night as I was going to investigate a suspected drug gang. Being the overachieving detective I was, I decided to cut through a dark, musty forest to see if I could find clues for a case my colleague was trying to crack. As I walked into the forest, something made a spine-chilling cackle, and I stopped. My heart began to beat quickly, and I put my hand in my bag to reach my pistol. Just when I had wrapped my hand around the grip, something tall and pudgy came hurtling towards me, and everything went black.

I have hunted monsters in the depths of Lake Erie. I have searched for fairies in the Redwood Forest. I have solved mysteries at the bottom of the ocean. No matter how different they may seem, all these adventures have one common thread. My brother.

There was a neighbourhood woods across our school. I pushed the main entrance gate off with my feet and stepped outside from where it was the beginning of the woods. I walked deep into the woods and discovered a gigantic willow. The willow tree was surrounded with dark green bushes and wild roses.

I looked out of my hammock and saw the scenic waterfall that we camped by. Everybody else shortly awoke and we packed our things and set off for our first true day of hiking. We hiked for nearly five miles until we finally found a reliable and clean water source. Drenched in sweat, I filled up my water bottle about five or six times, chugging the water quickly each time. After a stomach full of water, we all gathered our things once again, and continued up the trail. It started to get very cold, as the sun began to set and we were all extremely tired from hiking so far, but we had to find a camp site before it got dark and the closest one was the very top of the mountain. We had about five more miles to go, but we were moving like snails, due to exhaustion. Everyone began walking at their own pace and we ended up scattered on the trail, split up. I even put my pack down at one point, laid in the dirt, and closed my eyes and took a short

Its opening day of deer season. I wake up at 4:30 am and take a shower trying to get my body to wake up for that big non-typical buck I want to take. I walk out the front door when its pitch-black outside and your all alone trying to get your scented clothes on that you basically sprayed the whole bottle of scent spray on. You get a quick bite to eat and you head to your stand that you hung over the summer after placing a mineral block out in front of trying to take that big buck. You climb up the tree and you begin to start shaking and you don’t know why. The wind is blowing now even more then it was at your house. You get settled in your deer stand and you wait an hour but it seems like a billion years. Your setting there facing the way you

I remember it like it was yesterday. A couple years back, my backyard had to share its grass with a maple tree. This tree wasn’t a typical tree; this monstrosity stood at almost 90 feet tall and extended across my entire yard. I attempted to wrap my eight year-old arms around the trunk, but I had better luck trying to bend steel with my hands. I stepped outside once, and asked my dad why the grass was brown. He replied simply, “When’s the last time you saw the Sun touch the grass?” He was right. The tree served as an umbrella over the entire lawn.

Whenever we talk about fairy tales, we speak of the Fairy Godmothers, the magic beans, and the talking cats. Rarely do we ever write papers about how one day we want to be the Big Bad Wolf, or the Wicked Witch of the West. There will never be a time in someone’s childhood when they prefer to be a villain rather than a hero, and that has much to do with our choices as we get older. We tend to throw aside anything we feel isn't the best. As Dick Gregory once had written, “I never learned hate at home, or shame. I had to go to school for that.” At young ages, we were exposed to different people by attending our first elementary schools. When I entered the third grade, I remember at such a young age, I allowed my heart to have first been deceived

The trees are like skyscrapers. The wind is blowing just a little bit. It smells like wet grass and is as cold as a winter's night. We are in camouflage. We must be quite so we don’t scare the deer. I hear something over by the creek. I slowly turn to look over there without making noise. Hunter has his twenty-two ready to shoot. All of a sudden a big bang came from behind me. I watch as the deer falls to the ground. Blood is rushing down on his side. Hunter runs up to him and grabs him. He’s now on the golf cart and ready to head up to the house.

Today was my first time visiting the Wild At Heart which it's located in Cave Creek. I’ve always heard nothing but great things about the place. I was really looking forward to volunteer there for my spring break. Because of the fact that I wanted to learn more about the wildlife of birds that inhabits Arizona and the social issues that is involved in it. So I’ve grabbed my stuff to prepare to volunteer for four hours straight.

Thanksgiving of 2015, my family went to visit a family friend. We’re quite close, we visit them just about every Thanksgiving. My friend lives next to the woods. They aren’t very dense, and a road cuts through them because people live in there too, but they are quite dark. The ground is always full of dead branches and leaves. Because of this we normally walk down the small dirt road that cuts across the woods. This day was different, we decided to hike through the woods up to Paint Creek, a small creek that runs through the entire forest. We emerge next to it on a narrow road, which turned out to be a long driveway. We had just begun walking down it when we heard a car driving up the hill. We didn’t know

I was travelling through the rainforest when I lost my way. It was terrible. I got bitten by bugs, attacked by animals, and had nothing to eat or drink. Monkeys stole my map and wouldn’t give it back. I chased those monkeys, begging for my map, but I think they were laughing at me. Needless to say, I didn’t get my map back. I tried to find my way out, but I kept walking in circles.

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to