Personal Narrative : The Plane Flies Over The Yukon Mountain Ranges

Gary Paulsen’s fictional character Brian Robeson has to survive a plane crash in the Canadian Wilderness in the time period of the 1980’s. Along with the fictional character, the setting that the book takes place in is also fictional. Although the setting is fictional, the Canadian Wilderness is real. Gary Paulsen created the L-shaped lake and the environment around it in his mind. The animals’ features were all created from his pure imagination, which helped make the book even more fascinating. The environment that Brian Robeson survived in formed a great realistic impression, although it was created from its author’s own imagery.

My family and I went to Chicago, for a family reunion. We took a plane there and you could see everything, windmills, houses ,roads, field, and clouds. The flight was only about one hour long from Omaha to Chicago. When we got to the airport in Chicago and there were people shoulder, a bunch of people in line to board planes. The only thought that went thought that came to my mind, was that when we come back to go home we will wait for hours to board the plane to take us back to Omaha.

Everyone has a different perspective on what their special place would be such as their back yard, city they visit a lot,or their vacation home.But for me it would be Miami,FL there are many reasons to why it’s my special place but the main ones would be the music,food,South Beach,and family. From the clear water to the music being performed by the artist at Calle Ocho,to the delicious food and being able to spend time with my

Omg! I am going to have so much fun snowboarding! Today in my life I am at a super cool place. It’s in the UP and it’s called Ski Brule. It has all the snow hills you could possibly think about. I could never stop imagine me going down the hill and be so proud of me. But hopefully I don’t break any bones in my body. Because I still have basketball in the winter. But after I just took a soft energize nap. Then… We arrived. OM to the G! It was exactly what I imagined. The people gliding through the snow with their cool snowboards and their ski’s.

My favorite place is far, but not that far away. The only way you can get there is by a car. It's my grandmother's house.

This man who we do not know from the start got lost in the Yukon Trail. From the start we could see he wasn’t sure where he was and that brings me to number one in the Principle of Survival his perception was not clear he wasn’t sure what was going on at the beginning all he knew was the it was nine o’clock and the sky was starting to get a subtle gloom. His awareness was not in the best place either in this situation, “ But all this-this mysterious, far reaching hairline trail, the absence of sun from the sky, the tremendous cold, and the strangeness and the strangeness of it was- made no impression on the man.” He wasn't aware of the symptoms that he was already experiencing like the frost forming on his beard. He didn't have that awareness that he needed in the type of climate he was in.

Four hours before our flight left to Kelowna, we ate breakfast and checked over our luggage to see if we packed everything. The next thing we did was drive to the airport to check in and put our luggage on the plane. After that, we went through security which was fun but nerve-wracking to me. Once we made it through security, we sat in the waiting area which included many stores like the Gucci store and the Omega shop along with many gift shops. The Gucci store did not open until eight in the morning, so I couldn’t look at anything. We had to buy food for the trip and board the plane at 8:45 am. This year, my parents booked a connecting flight which meant that we had to stop at Kelowna on our way to Cancun, Mexico. It took 45 minutes to fly

This will take you through the adventures from curious teenagers following in the footsteps of many Canadian soldiers that helped make possible the freedom Europe relishes today.

That's my special place that comes to mind when I am asked. This place has meant so much to me since I was born and continues to mean so much. So where is your special place that comes to

On July 1st I headed out to Newark airport, with only a duffel bag in hand, and began the month long trip that changed my life. Not many people can say that in one month they traveled up the northwestern half of the United States and into Canada, then set sail on a cruise to Alaska, and then flew to Hawaii afterwards. Over the duration of the trip I endured over thirty hours in plane delays, three-hundred dollars in overuse charges from out-of-country phone usage, and getting lost in the middle of nowhere: Skagway, Alaska. On the first day of the trip I can remember being a nervous wreck. Leaving behind my secure, fun, and comforting life in Tenafly to fly all the way across the country with strangers seemed foreign to me. Over the course of

This reminded me of another time that I felt my life was nearly ending. I had been working in a job that required lots of air travel. Taking an airplane two or three times a week to different

Canada is a country I wish to visit for the amazing views, the lifestyle, and the people. Canada is a short flight away, home to many breathtaking views, as well as a wonderful place to relax at with the family. I have never been to Canada, but it looks like an amazing to travel to. Photography is a big passion of mine. With the population of Canada being as small as it is, there are less people to ruin my wilderness pictures. The population of Canada is only about 34 million people (Sexton 12).

Have you ever seen a city from 1800 feet in the air? Well this is how I had the chance to see one. I was in the process of moving from Louisiana to Florida. My mom told me that we’re going to visit Canada because a family member was getting married. It took over twenty hours to get to my uncle’s house and he lived in the middle of nowhere. Toronto the biggest city in Canada was still a 20 minute drive from his house.

It all started when we got on the plane, Steven my Brothers friend, Daniel my brother,

Ever since I was in junior high school I have been fixated on remote control planes and small unmanned aerial vehicles. The interest ironically started out from a toy helicopter crash combined with my curiosity, igniting a life-long passion that eventually became my singular fixation and my ticket into the future. I built and crashed my first few planes before I joined a local group of hobbyists who were involved with the Tipton County Radio Control Club. They brought me to the top of an old, filled in landfill, now covered in lush, green grass that swayed with the slightest breeze blowing through the leaves of the surrounding trees. The designated flying field was at the highest point of the landfill. With well manicured fields still fresh with the scent of freshly mown grass, it stood in stark contrast