Personal Narrative

Driving up to Summerville Georgia for a weekend adventure, I look out the window to a wonderland of colored leaves. It is beautiful; it is Fall. My family and I were renting a cabin. When we arrived we went outside for some exploring, then headed to Walmart to purchase food for lunch. At Walmart my Mother told my Father, siblings and me to get microwave meals. I remember watching my Father make fun of some of the weird meals, then proceed to choose the weirdest ones. When we arrived back at our cabin we ate our meals. Next we headed out for a hike, an adventure was at hand. I recall walking behind my family, enjoying the nature and trees, and observing my family enjoying themselves. As we walked down the trail I saw my Mother taking pictures of the orange leaves hanging overhead. I also saw her and my little sister looking at a plant and talking about my aunt and something about the plant. This made me smile because it seemed to me as if they were truly enjoying

We walked around some then ate lunch at the restaurant in the market. Then we looked at the interesting goods they offer. Eventually parting off on my own, I got to explore and watch people do their shopping or hang out with their friends or family. I noticed that many of them, like myself, were amazed by all the unique products. When it was time to leave I was walking back to where my family was and I saw this little girl sitting in her Father’s shopping cart and wearing a pink puffy coat with purple mittens swinging around in her seat. I thought she was cute and I was happy to see that she was having a good time. After our time at the market we cooked dinner for my grandparents with the foods we bought. When we were sitting at the dinner table my Mother and big sister were talking about our adventures at the market and said they thought I must have been enjoying myself because they saw me stop, smile at the little girl, and then continue