Personal Narrative: The Last Ride

My friend Clayton and I went to my aunts Linda’s house. Her and her husband George told me I could ride their golf cart. My uncle then told me how the controls worked. Then he drove with me to see if understood what the controls were. Afterwards, I rode around with Clayton having fun until he said, “I have to use the restroom.”

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

One last out, runners only 60 feet away from crushing dreams. A place that is usually filled cheering fans, coaches calling plays, and girls calling the ball is now completely silent. Everyone wondering who was going to own the title and the chance to move on to the state games. As the pitcher got ready to pitch the ball you could hear everyone’s heart start to beat like a drum. As she pushed off the mound and threw the ball they all held their breaths in hopes of the win. The batter hit the ball and they made the final out to take their team onto the state games for the first time in school history. Everyone on the team was so excited to have the chance to represent their school. Nothing in the world could bring them down from this perfect

I heard him laugh, under the sounds of my shrieks of terror and the grinding and crunching of the enormous machine under me.

Experiencing this roller coaster ride with y It has been a light and dark situation but all in all a very good learning experience for the both of us in learning one’s self. At the end of the day what is truth is the love that we share together and bringing us out of the darkness and into the light it has been a very trying situation sometimes I wondered if we would ever come out of this darkness. But then the light comes on and we understand why we go through what we go through together. We feel a sigh of relief with understanding. As for giving me that disconnection because without it I wouldn’t be saying this on paper. So here I am preparing myself for what I do best with the help and love from Larry.

Last summer I went to kings dominion and it was fun. I marveled at all of the different rides and attractions. Most of the roller coasters were very aloft, making the kiddie rides seem diminutive. The first ride I got on was the intimidator, which was a very auspicious ride. Even though there was a multitude of people in line, we still made it on in less than ten minutes. While we were on the ride, I felt very ecstatic, but my friends were apprehensive about this ride. After that we rode several other rides, such as the dominator and the drop tower, which are two more brisk rides. Then we got hungry, so we devoured pizza for lunch.

Have you ever had a friend that stayed with you for over 12 years? I have, and it's been a long and exciting ride. Let me take you through this story that lasted that long. It all started when I was three years old. My Mom and Dad bought a Spider-Man bike. At the time the bike was too big for me so I had to wait until I was old enough to ride it. Finally, I was big enough to ride the little piece of metal on wheels I was waiting to ride for what felt like ages. my Mom, Dad and I went to Kennedy Park. I envisioned that I was going to crash. Although I was scared to ride that fear turned into excitement. Before I knew it, my Dad pushed me and my little red and blue bike down a grassy hill. That little moment got me that much closer to what

We stepped out of the station and it hit me immediately, the glorious smell of carnival style hot dogs and and the pure ecstasy of the sugary goodness that is funnel cakes. I dragged my girlfriend Lauren to the nearest stand and ordered one of each. The hot dog wasn’t the best I’d ever had, but I didn’t complain as I was hungry from the ride over. Then the funnel cake, oh man was that amazing, powdered sugar goodness over freshly fried bread, a delicacy to say the least. Suddenly the roar of a roller coaster flying by with the shrieks of the ecstatic people on the ride filled my ears. I pleaded with Lauren to ride one with me, but she wouldn’t budge, finally, she conceded to at least go on the ferris wheel with me. We bought our tickets and

Two years ago at Busch Gardens, my Mom and Dad convinced me to go on a roller coaster called the Griffin. I was only ten. My whole body was very nervous, and my fingers were fidgeting. As I flopped in the first row, I pulled the v-shaped plastic harness over my head. I clicked the seat belt and tightened it. We started riding up I could hear the clicking of the roller coaster: click click click click click click. When we reached the top, I was going crazy. I thought I was going to die. We started to advance down, then suddenly stopped. We were dangling off for 3 seconds,hanging over the side 60 feet up but it felt analogous to 30 seconds. Then we started to advance down It was really fast and I couldn't see; we went upside down and sideways.

He dragged his large duffle bag to the door. He said his goodbyes to his family. He walked to the big green bus that said in bold letters, “FOOTBALL CAMP”. As the door opened, he realized the bus was full of kids his age trying to get into the Western State College Football team. Jonathan was excited but also worried about the camp.The engine started up and the bus was off. As he waved goodbye, he remembered.

“NOPE!” I screamed. Uhg! Who in their right mind likes rollercoasters? Am I Right? The reason I got this fear is because rollercoasters went upside down, spinning, and even just going really fast. I just can’t handle rollercoasters.

The team was ready, we had been working extremely hard for the past seven months for this. We were all in great shape and very rested. A few of the returning players were meeting me at my house to carpool to the final game of the state championship tournament. Everyone knew that the hard work had paid off when we won the semi-final game the preceding day.

We definitely felt as if we had a chance to snatch our first win of the season, so everyone was focused and dialed in on the ultimate goal and their assignment. I was the wide receiver, safety, long snapper (field goal and punt), and return specialist, so I had a lot to keep my focus on. We eventually got done with the film session, so we ventured back to the cafeteria to eat our weekly lunch for the very last time. We had an Italian home-cooked meal, chose our captains from that week, then went to have chapel. After the preacher got through with his sermon, we all went our separate ways for the next hour or so until it was time to go down and pack our things up. Around four o’clock, we received the signal. It is show time

It’s a cold Friday evening at Esron High. The students stand with bated breath as the clock counts down, not a single person willing to break the silence, afraid that a single movement will ruin the whole thing. Then, the football flies between goal posts and the referees raise both arms in the air just as the buzzer queues the end of the game. And another win for Esron High.

On Thursday night, the night before the game Jason Street and Tim Riggins, one of the main characters, are at a party discussing Jason’s future in the NFL and how Tim will take care of him if he lets him live off one percent of his salary and they toast to Texas Forever. The night of the big game comes and Jason Street ends up tackling an opponent and hurting himself in the process, he is carried off the field in a stretcher and taken to the hospital. Meanwhile, Coach Taylor must put in the backup Quarterback, Matt Saracen, who is highly inexperienced and unprepared. At first, Matt makes several rookie mistakes but with Coach Taylor’s guidance and expertise, the Panthers go on to win the game. The episode ends with both teams praying for fallen Quarterback Jason Street and Coach Taylor in an over voice saying, “We are all vulnerable, and we will all at some point in our lives fall.”