Personal Narrative : Unanticipated Vacation

I smiled because I remembered reading about all the unique and facinating birds in the book my mother got me yesterday. I was very intruigued by the canyon’s rim and gorge. Sammy said that the canyon’s gorge showed no sign of human occupation, but we could still go down there for a tour. We all agreed that would be a good idea. Sammy told us to stay close behind him, for the way down could be a little tricky. As we walked with Sammy I stopped every once and awhile to bend down a study the small little yellow flowers that lined the pathway. I remembered reading about thses flowers! They were Mountain Parsley. They looked more beautiful in person than in my book. I pulled out my camera to take a quick picture of them. After I was finished I looked up and Sammy and my family were gone. At first I didn’t panic. Earlier we had passed those tall blue flowers called Silvery Lupines. Or was it those bright orange ones called Scarlet Globemallows? It was then I realised I was lost. I was lost in the middle of Colorado. No one was in sight. There were flowers of many colors everywhere, the sun beat down hard on me, and it was scorching hot. I sat down and thought there was no hope.

Have you ever wanted to go to the mountains for the summer? Have you ever told yourself, I need a vacation!? Well, I’m about to take you on a vacation. It will be so much fun and better than a real vacation you’ll forget that you are only reading this. Oh, and you might want to get a snack first because once you start reading you won’t be able to stop. This is gonna be one heck of an adventure.

The day I was waiting for finally arrived. I could not believe that I was driving to Florida. I could only imagine all the actives and attractions awaiting me there. I knew from the beginning of the car ride that this was going to be a fun and unforgettable vacation. During my vacation to Florida, I was able to visit with my family and friends, visit different interesting places, and enjoy the Florida weather outside.

It was a cool September evening and my mom was driving me from Los Angeles all the way to Johannesville. As we drove on quiet, deserted roads I stared out the passenger’s window and saw nothing but hills with tall, dry, golden-brown grasses. It certainly wasn’t anything like what you’d see in pictures of beautiful landscapes but it wasn’t too bad either, I actually kind of liked it. Looking at those golden hills rush past my window somehow relaxed me and sent me into a staring trance, my mind traveled to other-worldly places where I could let my imagination run wild.

Trying to find memories is like looking for treasure. You look at the surface and see something mediocre, but you dig deep and find something cool, pretty, and meaningful. It took a while to think of a fond memory, but once I thought of some, it was hard to choose a favorite. Growing up I have had many great experiences in the form of vacations. Between going to Disney World, owning a vacation home, hanging out with my grandparents in Arizona, traveling to Canada and more. They all make amazing memories that I will forever cherish. The vacation spot we go to the most, though, is Wisconsin Dells. A few times I have been allowed to invite friends to come with. When I am allowed to bring friends, it is always a ginormous amount of fun. We goof off in the hotel room, play in the arcades, and swim in the water parks.

The sound of the chirping birds awoke me. The smell of the grassy-smelling rain tickled my nose as I pried my heavy eyes open, tired from yesterday’s long day of adventuring. I squirmed out of my cozy sleeping bag, being gentle on my sore back after sleeping on the diamond-hard rock last night. I crawled out of my little compact tent as my stomach growled of hunger. I looked out to the foggy distance where the egg yolk-like sun was rising from behind the bumpy, tree-filled mountains. I gathered my hiking essentials and munched on a protein bar as I started exploring on the wet, slippery trail. Suddenly, I heard a footstep behind me. I turned around, but nothing in particular was there. I kept strolling along, observing the many species wandering

As a 7th grader in middle school, I was put into a situation where I became really good friends with people of a different nationality. Over Winter Break, a family from Japan moved into my neighborhood and just so happened that the house they were moving into was directly across the street from mine. As time progressed I began to see him outside playing baseball, a popular sport in Japan, with his dad and brother. One day I felt that I should go introduce myself to them, so I walked over and had a good conversation. All children in Japan take english classes which helps them become quite fluent. Of the two boys, one was a 7th grader, Shogo, and the other was a 5th grader, Gota. I quickly became friends with them and learned to respect

As you get older, people expect more from you. It was Spring Break and my mom had given me a new responsibility. And it was how to learn how to drive somewhere if she is not able to drive herself to her destination.

I regret a lot of things I’ve did in the past. I was a follower and I did crummy things just to fit in. From stealing, fighting and smoking; I wanted to be one of the popular kids because I looked up to them. I just needed a reason to stop doing these things, and it only took a few hours to make me realize that I was going down the wrong path of life. I had to make a change and I had to make it a change for the better.

Approaching an unknown frontier, I was suddenly surrounded by sprawling foliage and vast forestry. In the midst of towering trees, I walked down a dirt path longing to find my individuality. The rustling of leaves warned predators of my oncoming approach. I reached the swampland, filled with new layers of fresh algae and marsh. The surface does not budge like a Venus flytrap, mouth open waiting for its next victim. However, the most interesting thought is the peace and quietness that is so long forgotten in today's urban sprawl of the twenty first century. With the constant rushing of one place to another, one forgets the elegance that comes with the solitude of being in one's own company. The buzzing of dragonflies and mosquitoes awoke me

As I walked through the woods behind the BMS building on the cool fall morning I searched for my "thinking spot". Each step I took came with crunch of a dried up leaves and sometimes a possible snap of a fallen stick beneath me on the forest floor. As I say against an old and big tree I felt the sun warm my leg as I took in the scenery. I looked around to see the usual fall woods, tree stumps, large trees and colorful leaves that coated the ground at my feet. In the distance I spotted out a house and could hear the chaos of construction of a new house being built. I pondered of what was here in this woods behind Biddeford Middle School years ago. Years and years before people could easily find themselves with nature. Now you turn you neck

As we walked on the large,brownish yellow field, the wind whipped in my face like a tornado. We set up behind a brush patch of weeds, and began to get set up for a hunting trip of my life. The leaves in the woods crunched like potato chips being eaten by a five year old, a movement in the distance made me shake with excitement as a doe walked with proud on the hill in front of me. She walked behind brush in

Vacation is an extended period of time spent away from home and work, vacation is recommended to everyone. According to scientist, the human being brain needs to relax more often. Everyone has a special place or a chill spot where they can enjoy, or isolate themselves from the world. Those places can be described as vacation spot. My favorite vacation spot has to be France. I visited places such as Paris, Saint Tropez, and went to one of the fanciest restaurant of the country le Meurice.

With every soft step as I approached the leaf-filled ditch, my low top Converse kissed the road’s cracks. I felt the satisfying crunch of stale leaves through my black canvas shoes when I stepped off of the pavement. They flew up with every shuffling movement I made in attempts to avoid the prickle of thorns. I was hypnotised by peaceful nature surrounding me. Blissful serenity was soon interrupted by a breeze that tousled my hair and nipped at the high-points of my face. Chilled air climbed through my jacket to the bottom of my spine. The warmth that had been in the wind just weeks ago had either evaporated into the sky or crept into the earth. Gentle chills danced through the overgrown weeds at

I shaded my eyes and ducked, dropping my cane in the commotion. I continued on without it, my curiosity guiding my footsteps. Soon, I reached the edge of the field and the scenery changed to grand oak trees that moaned in the wind. Dusk loomed overhead and bats began squeaking in my ear, but still, there was no sign of the mysterious feline that was haunting my thoughts. . The trail was narrowing; I was able to touch the trees on either side of me. I had no idea what lurked behind the solemn symbols of a history I knew nothing about.