Personal Narrative: The First Trail

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

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

I’ve always wanted to ride an ATV before, and two years ago finally got the chance. My whole family went almost every weekend to Lake Carroll, it’s about an hour and a half away from my house. At Lake Carroll we went swimming, tubing, and did other fun activities. We also had a camper that we slept in. Not to far away from our camper we had an old storage house, and when we weren't using our boat we kept it in there, along with another other supplies we needed. My parents said that they were going to get us all ATV’s, and my brother and I were ecstatic. ATV’s were also known as All-Terrain vehicles, or quad bikes. In Lake Carroll there are huge trails which are miles long. The trails go through forests, streets and hills. At this moment I couldn’t wait to ride an ATV for the first time.

About five years ago, my friend Santi and I went to investigate a deer trail in my backyard that led into the woods. It was our goal to find out where it lead to, and instead of us meeting that goal, we found something that we wished we wouldn’t have found.

As we continued along the trail, we were stopped by a very steep hill. Hunter announced that we should dump some stuff from our wagon in order to get on top of the hill. I dump my a tired that I bought recently and a barrel with nothing in it. The trip up the hill was a pain. It took so long to get up the hill I almost fell asleep. My leg was sore and I thinking about giving up. Finally we made it to the top of the hill and we realized that we had to go down the hill. We decided to use our own ropes and slowly descend our wagon one by one. When we descend Curtis’s wagon, Curtis almost fell. He was able to caught himself before he fell down the hill. Well all went down the hill and as we were going down the hill, we saw a divine blue spring

When I got fired from my job over the summer I realized there wasn't a lot to do. I was bored. This led to me exploring the woods around my house.I found lots of things, old oil cans, empty budweisers, and coyote traps, but the biggest thing I found was a trailer.

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

We were high on life. We knew the general direction of where the park was, so we began to cruise that way. After about an hour and a half and a couple of restroom stops, we arrived at what we thought was the right parking lot. Looking back I don’t know how we didn’t notice the giant sign saying “horse trail”, but I guess that’s what happens when you are just ready to hit the trails. We got out at the horse trail parking lot and began to look at the map. After about five minutes of just staring at the grid of colored lines and dots that meant nothing to us, we figured that we could figure out the way later and began to head to the first path we

I slid into stiff boots, strapped a fifty pound pack to my back, and set out on my trek through the wilderness. As I stepped from asphalt to the dirt trail, excitement for the next five days rushed over me. Each stride brought me farther from the comforts of civilization, deeper into the natural habitats of hundreds of species. The reversal of roles filled me with respect, for it was I, not them, who was the intruder. My surroundings were untouched, unspoiled by the destructive forces of man. I was awestruck by the rough, uncut beauty. The trail itself was a source of joy; it was as distinctive and engaging as Mother Nature herself. Every bend brought forth new challenges, presented new opportunities to distinguish myself as a hiker. Once,

As we took our first steps on the trail we had know idea that we would have walked ten miles total. It was all uphill and made of dirt. We had to cross rivers and watch out for rattlesnakes and buffalo. This would be one of the hardest hikes we did. It was tiring and hot. The heat waves in the distance seemed to make it feel hotter. As we kept going we arrived to our first obstacle.

It was the summer of 2014 when I toed the line at my first trail half marathon. I wanted to run this race so that I could try something new, something different from the 5 kilometer race that I ran twice a week during the cross country season. After the season I realized that, although I loved cross country and the team atmosphere, I also loved racing through trails and running longer distances. That’s why every weekend during my training, my dad and I would be outside along the Appalachian Trail.

Another couple hours goes by and we are on the side of this mountain. This mountain is probably 500-600 feet tall and steep. Well, I came around a nice corner and I pulled my E-Brake and started sliding. I went to correct the slide and it just kept doing its own thing. Next

Willow acted calm like it was no big deal we might go in a submarine but I could tell she was excited and eager. Willow’s dad finally finished talking to the lab workers. He walked over to us with a stern look on his face. He sighed like he was sad, and my heart dropped. Did they say no. He sighed again, “Well, they said,” then he smiled, “We can!” All three of us jumped for joy! We were going in a submarine! “You scared me for a second!” Willow told her dad. “Yeah, well we have to go now or we won’t be allowed. So, right this way!” He guided us through the mass of submarines to a bright orange one with black lineing. “Woah,” I whispered. “Cool, right?”Scarlett nudged me. “Yeah,” I said softy. Willow’s dad went around the left side of the

We drag raced each other on the trail, each of us were trying to lead up front, because that way you ate the least amount of dust from the very unused trail, think of it like a big and dangerous game of Leapfrog, except instead of jumping over them, you just speed past the person ahead of you at forty miles per hour. It’s pretty fun, but it’s a bit too dangerous to do, it's especially too dangerous if there are other drivers around, but where we were, there wasn’t anybody or anyone for miles. We sped through the blank canvas desert for about 15 miles until my engine randomly died, the machine came to a sudden stop. I checked to make sure that I had enough gas, sure enough, it was empty. My brother drove on for a little while until he noticed I wasn’t there, he took a sharp turn and headed back looking for me. Sooner or later he showed up and pulled over examining whether or not I was alright.

On that morning, I got ready for school per my usual routine. I put on my makeup and ate breakfast just like I usually do. After I finished getting ready, my brother, Micah, and I hopped in my 2006 Slatestone Metallic Buick LaCrosse. It was about 7:30 a.m., the sun was out, it felt like a beautiful day. I was in a bit of a rush and was driving a little fast, but I slowed down for the corners. Once I got to the big corner about a mile from my house I started to slow down; I was still going a little too fast, I knew I should have slowed down more. As we were going around the corner, I could feel the pull of the slush on my tires and I began to fishtail. I knew that to recover from fishtailing I would end up in the other lane; the only dilemma with this was that there was someone else in the opposite lane.