Personal Narrative: Two Guilts

Do you think that doing something bad makes you a bad person? Not something small though, like stealing a pack of gum that was less than a dollar. Or taking money out of your dad’s wallet when he wasn’t looking. I mean something really bad. Committing a crime type of bad. Let me start from the beginning.

We sat on wood logs in the forest watching the instructor teach us how to zip line. I was about ten years old when I went zip lining in Mexico for my dad’s birthday. We walked up the flights of stairs when monkeys crawled around us looking for food. When we made it to the top we put on our harnesses and took our last bit of advise from the workers. The man said he had worked there for 25 years and has only seen one person fall. I thought that I was going to be the second. He hooked me on the line as I told him to let me off. With one big push he threw me

Olivia went down first and, “Well”, she fell right away smack on her butt just like I did when I was at the rope.

My stomach twisted and scrunched up into knots after gazing up at the structure. The dreaded day had finally come: the day that I would conquer the high ropes course at summer camp. As a fourteen-year old girl who was frightened by heights of any kind, strapping on a harness and climbing up a bunch of shaky poles and shivering wires was definitely the last thing I wanted to do. Nonetheless, peer pressure got the best of me, so in order to satisfy my friends and to avoid being teased, I made the decision that I would climb up the ropes course no matter how much the voice in my head screamed at me to stop.

The next day I decided to take another try, but once again I chickened out. By the time Kids Inc. came around, I convinced myself I had to jump. As I walked toward the playground, watching some other kids try, I felt nervous and excited. When I got to the green lilypad, my sleeves were rolled

As James, Alex and his mom pulled up to Xtreme Air with anticipation and expectations high because it was their first time ever going there they were super excited. James and Alex were planning to plummet 20 feet onto an airbag. When they were both in and had the special Xtreme Air socks that they had to buy they were heading up the stairs. Alex went first and was on the tallest drop but then got scared and decided to go on the 15 foot drop, Alex dropped right onto his butt. Now it was James’ turn and when he was up there he got a running head start and launched himself off and landed and stiff as a board on his back. Then it was onto the free jumping area with more regular trampolines Alex kept trying flips but couldn’t and

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Ashlyn Buchanan climbed up to the zip line and everyone turned their attention to her. She had already tried to go down, but she was too scared to go. Even when everyone that is supposed to be pulling me up goes over to cheer her on, I walk over to the ladder, to be strapped and buckled in.

Step by step up, like a ballet dancer on the rock wall. After taking a deep breath, I leaped on the rock wall and made a extreme thrilling move. As I climb, I glance around the room. I can see everyone hardly try to hold their breath for fear of affecting me, hear a burst of exclaimed. their eyes, locked on me, barely blink. when i finish climbing, i stand on the top of the climbing wall, and i can see each child's face worship and surprise, cheering and

I had just made it up the hardest part! “How was that?” I heard from below. “Pretty good.” I replied. After that, the rest of the climb should be easy. At least by comparison. I raced up the cliff, I could see the bell, all I had to do was ring it. “Slow down, I need catch up!” Silver yelled from the bottom, frantically pulling rope through the carabiner on his harness at the bottom. I only had ten more feet to go when I grabbed a loose rock. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. I looked at the rock in my hand, an inch thick and about a foot across. I realized that I was falling. I couldn’t let out a yell or say anything. I fell almost ten feet before I was jerked to a stop by the rope. I hit the cliff with a thump. I latched on to the first hand hold I could find, and stayed there until I collected

You've probably heard of a message in a bottle, but have you ever heard of the "Devils Message"? Probably not because it was a ridiculous game my brother, sister, and I came up with when we were bored. We played this game only a couple times but only when my cousin Maxx came to visit did we decide to record ourselves in the event that something funny would happen. The day started just like any other normal fall day. My cousin Maxx was visiting from Johnstown so we were looking for something to do. All of a sudden Joe got the bright idea to show Maxx Devils Message. We all got dressed and headed out for the swing set.

This was another choice that I read while in Cuba. Going into my trip I didn’t really know what to expect from country that still remains somewhat taboo. The version of history I was taught told me that Fidel Casto and all he stood for were detestable. Socialism was a dirty word even though I can honestly say I probably couldn’t have properly defined it until very recently. The phrase “history will absolve me” was the closing line of a four-hour speech Castro gave in his own defense after being put on trial for his role in the Moncada attack. The actual record of his defense was not recorded however, the basis of his argument was that the people had a right to rise up and protest against a government the found to be illegal and unjust. The

It was time for the tumbling mat. Our graceful flipping was near flawless; we had so many extremely talented tumblers. Then, my side spot Olivia stepped up to tumble and during her last back handspring, she fell. Her ankle twisted and down she went onto the small strip of spring floor we had to use. Her mother, Tiffany, and our gym owner, Lori went rushing towards her. Everyone from our mat fell silent. The only sound was the blaring cheer mix and screaming fans of the team performing 100 feet away from

Stepping foot onto the grass beyond the fence felt like a whole new world. Leaving behind the boring lunch patio I entered the backyard of the school. It was divided into three parts: the tennis courts, a field in the center shaded by three large trees, and a playground underneath more trees. Fifth grade was all about the playground. Everyone always rushed to their favorite playground spot. Christina, Cayman and I always sat on top of the hang glider, but today we were feeling extra adventurous. We were always hanging off the glider in ways no one is supposed to but today we were not going to be hanging instead jumping. “Let’s have a competition,” Christina said, “Everyone must jump from the top of this hang glider and grab the branch above.” Cayman and I looked above to see a dangling tree branch about 4 feet out of reach if we were standing on top of the hang glider. We didn’t think it could be done.

Everybody crowded around, and I took a running start. I had practiced and practiced and I was now ready to show everybody what I could do. I leapt off the yellow monkey bar platform trying to reach the cold metal of the fourth rung. All I can remember is ending up on the hard pointy wood chips. Everyone was in shock and didn’t know what to do.