Personal Narrative: My Experience At My Lake

The sun shimmers whispering her love among spectacular rays as clouds dancing in the process of gliding down as to kiss the earth scattering her warm-heartedness reflecting her passion upon our pond as God paints a majestic aesthetic sunset! The aroma of Italian food prepared is making its way to the pond.

Nevertheless, I remember the day as if it were two seconds ago.

And I knew I would never be the same again, please, walk with me and let 's adventure back to earlier that day.

As an illustration my Papa (grandfather) and I were fishing down at our lake. However, I took my book out and let my pen spill its ink. Watching the setting sun and the clouds reflection on the whimsical lake and its raw beauty. More importantly on this occasion, I sat quietly listening to Papa talking, reminiscing about days gone by as he fished.

Accordingly, he had a meaningful existence when it came to the cramped conditions, and never demonstrating animosity. On second thought, he displayed great respectfulness and amusement; he bestowed this philosophy no matter what hindrance he faced.

Even his complete letdown from some of his children. On the contrary, let me tell you I know precisely how my Papa, felt and the pain the heartache you all put him through, and one day they will pay for that, shame on you without a doubt! The backbone of his character showed even in disparagement. With a few sarcastic words, my Papa could be far more damning than most people could achieve with any vigorous vocabulary. Across the board, the stories he told again and again, in the same compelling conscript with every telling. Of course, Papa loves my grandmother with every beat of his heart; my grandfather cherishes his children- every one of them. In the same way, he adored each of his grandkids, no matter what! He loved each of us unconditionally and boy, let me tell you did we LOVE YOU so very much.

"Oh, my God, WHY! Momma!