Personal Narrative: Back To School

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Have you ever realized that as you get older you slowly have less and less time to do anything fun or spontaneous? For me, I may not be considered old, but lately it seems to be getting harder to do anything such as hanging out with friends, hanging out with my girlfriend, and even just watching television. As I get older it is becoming increasingly difficult to stay young. All of my time has been taken with the pressures of school, so that I can build a career, and working 2 jobs. I’ve been working at McDonalds for about 3 years and The Home Depot for almost a year now. This last semester I finally decided that I wanted to go to school. This way I can have a better career, so that I won’t have to have two jobs. However, that made even…show more content…
We began getting everything together that we could possibly need before we left. I made sure to pack the essentials: 2 towels, 2 beach chairs, and a cooler full of drinks and lunch. Taylor grabbed sun tan lotion, sun glasses a blanket and a book from “The Hunger Games” series. Once we thought we had everything we needed loaded in “Tucker”, the name of her truck, we set off to go to the Tressel. If you didn 't know exactly where you were going, it would be very difficult to find this place. The Tressel sits directly on the border of Lacey and Berkeley Township. It can be accessed by a long, winding dirt road or a trail through the woods from Dudley park in…show more content…
If you have never been to the Tressel, it is an old abandoned bridge, it use to be a bridge for a train. The sight of this is amazing! The bridge has been beaten up over the years and now is covered in graffiti. The Bayville side has caught on fire and some parts are burnt, but still when I looked up at it, I felt like I was looking at a piece of history. The bridge was well over 20 feet high and towered over my 6 foot 4 inch body. Underneath the bridge is a creek that flows through the woods as if it never ends. The current in the water marks the place that you are supposed to jump from. As you stand in the sand you can’t help but feel rocks and broken pieces of glass on the bottom of your feet. All the glass is from parties from other nights of people drinking here. I slowly walked to the water and as I dipped my toes in that water I never knew how cold it was going to feel. It felt as if I stepped into a puddle in the middle of winter; however it was extremely hot, so it made the freezing water almost seem refreshing. I was scared when my sister Taylor finally said,”Let 's go, it’s time to jump.” When you climb up the side of the Tressel, you need to watch your step. There are gaps in between each plank. when you get to the spot where you jump, the creek is dark which makes it nearly impossible to see the bottom, you have to just jump in and hope for the
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