Personal Narrative: Cabin

In my life the places I have been carry the most memories with them. One place that I have my earliest memories is my family cabin. On the north shore of Lake Audubon, sits a grey modular home with a large garage and two well used sheds, tying the whole place together is a falling apart red well. This is the place that I call home for most of my summers, spending more time here then I do anywhere else. I have many memories in each room is this cabin some good and some bad. I have never truly stopped to look at each place and remember everything that has happened here. I do not think that I will ever forget the memories that come with this cabin. Stopping and looking around my family cabin, allows me to recall all the memories that I have created

As my Dad and I pulled in the driveway around 11am, my Uncle Jack was about to go out hunting in the stand that everyone has been getting deer in. I couldn’t pass that up as he asked, “Would you like to go out with me?”

We arrive at the Willamette River. The boats in the water and we have a difficult time trying to start it you can smell the very strong fumes from the exhaust of the boat as it's trying to start .We get the boat started and off we go for a little ride, it was time to go wakeboarding so I strapped on my boots and jumped in the water.

There was silence, then… BOOM! My father and I finally shot the antelope that cost us day's of determination and perseverance. It took four days of sneaking through bushes, trees and rocks jutting into our skin, hiking around for hours trying to find herds of antelope, and consistently calling, with the intentions to find something, yet failing around every turn. This brutal hunt wasn’t for nothing though, in fact, let me introduce the story that changed my life forever. Welcome to the great antelope hunt.

It took us about 4 hours to get to Toronto, Canada. Once we landed we ordered a car and was on our way to Ontario Canada. On the way we played music and played I spy. My dad parked the car at the cabin and we started to get our stuff out of the car. I walked in to see a nice cabin with maple wood and beautiful pictures. I took my stuff up to my room and then ran all the way down to the lake where I was on my knees looking down in the clear clear water. I could even see my reflection. I knew right from the start I was going to have a great time. It was

The ride there was pretty long, but it was fine, we were talking about being behind a speedboat I was honestly very scared about it. When we got there we took a look around the cabin and I almost hit my head on a ceiling fan. We headed outside, but before we went on the speedboat we went on the pontoon to see how small and secluded Lake May was. After we got back my little sister Piper and I went to change into our bathing suits. We headed to the middle of the lake on the speed boat with all the items and people we needed; the driver (Russ), the spotter (our father), the tubers (Piper and I), and the tubing equipment. We got far enough out Piper and I had our life jackets on we climbed onto the tube and we were off after we knew the signals. Piper did not like it because it was too fast so I had to put my thumb faced down all the way in the air and just as I did that Russ turned the boat I slipped off the side and Piper grabbed my handle so I fell off. After that Russ stopped the boat and circled around to me so I could climb back onto

Today I woke up pretty early for a summer day, around 7am. I walked downstairs and asked my dad if we could go fishing today. He said yes and suggested that we get ready to leave. I got my fishing pole, fishing net, and my extra fishing pole string. While I was getting my stuff my dad called his friend Jimmy and asked if he wanted to come as well. He said yes, but he will be coming later. I brought my fishing stuff to my dad’s car when I realized he brought his old fishing pole out. I asked him, “Why are you bringing that fishing pole?” I only asked this because it was over 15 years old. He said, “This fishing pole is really good for catching bigger fish.” I didn’t argue with him simply because it was his fishing pole. We left our house around

As we walked down to the river, the birds were making a whistling noise, and it was quite annoying because the birds were so loud Will and I could barely hear each other. When we were walking down to the river on a rock that was on the path was a famous quote from Muhammad Ali and it was about the river and it said “Rivers, Ponds, Lakes, and Streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.” While we were getting closer to the river the birds got so loud and if there was mute button to mute the birds I would have the moment I saw that button because they sounded like there was a train coming through the river. So have you ever heard of a river well a

POP! The sound of the softball in the glove brought a smile to my face! I threw on my dark green softball uniform, not knowing that today I was going to be the newest softball pitcher on the team! Being a softball pitcher was tough at first, but every day that I had practiced, I got better and better. Having a dad that is a softball coach, has also motivated me to work my hardest, and do my best. I was only in third grade, when I decided to become a softball pitcher. I worked every day, doing the best that I could. Sometimes I was right in the strike zone, other times it was “miles” over the catcher's head. For a small 9 year old girl I guess I was pretty good. I had always admired Jennie Finch, wanting to be like her someday. Taking many pitching

Brian was always seeing the out of the lake. He never looked in the lake. In the lake, there were lots of little fishes. Brian tried to catch the fish with his hands but the fishes were too fast to catch with bare hands. Brian thought he would have to make bow and an arrow to catch the fish. He gets some wood from the forest and start cutting it with the hatchet. Brian soon catches his first fish and enjoy the fish. That night a skunk enters the shelter. When Brian yelled at the skunk, it sprayed gas to him, blinding him and covering him with a horrible smell. Later Brian catches a bird with his bow and arrow. When he was washing the bird, a moose attacked him. The moose hurt Brian's ribs and

I couldn’t be happier about moving to Oregon. I hate this smelly place we called home. Hi, I’m Billy and I’m 11 years old. I was born in Lawrence, Kansas, 1853. My family was moving to Oregon for my Papa’s job. Papa works as a trader which meant we moved a lot. But once we get to Oregon, Papa plans to find a new job. Anyway, on with the story. First we had to pack only the important stuff in the wagon. I decided to bring my favorite blanket. It gave me a warm feeling inside. As we headed off, we said our last goodbyes to Gram and Gramps. Two days later, as we were passing an old abandoned ghost town, as if by magic I heard a crack and saw that the top right wagon wheel broke. It would be getting dark soon so we found shelter in an old abandoned

Tomorrow is the day that my family and I go to North Carolina to meet my dad’s sister that he has never met. Everyone is really excited that the whole house is going crazy. In the Rosenboom house hold you can never get any peace and quiet other than when everyone goes to bed because my younger brother, Mason, and my two younger sisters, Maddie and Brooklynn, are little fireballs full of energy. Everyone already has their bag pack and they are all ready to go, but I can’t find anything to wear for the next week. So I had to have my older sister, Marika, help me find some clothes and she couldn’t find anything either, so she just gave me some of her clothes. My dad is getting the truck ready for the trip because we are leaving at 1 a.m. so that us kids can sleep for most of the ride because the ride is 15 hours long.

The first day if hunting we went into the Black Hills and did a lot if walking to find some deer. When we finally found some my brother was the first to shoot, since he picked the bigger straw out of three, which was how we decided who gets to shoot first, he missed. So I was next up and when we saw another deer it was really far away and it took my seven shits before I killed it. It wasn't even worth trying to kill it because it was just a fawn and I wasted seven shots killing it and that was the end of day one. On day two my cousin and brother both shot their first deer at the same time right away in the morning. The rest of the day nobody else got anything so that was the end of day

I was seventeen and had a job as a pizza delivery boy that particular summer. My best friend went on a three-week vacation so I had the opportunity to work full-time (actually overtime) that entire time. Since I was so busy (and tired) about all I had time to do was save my money so it wasn 't long before I had saved three hundred-fifty dollars. Now my dad at times could be a little "snaky". He was having a tough time keeping up the payments he owed a used car dealer from which he 'd recently bought a car. In order to minimize the problem, he talked me into buying a car. It was beautiful! It was a shiny black 1958 Chevy with a super clean leather interior. It was the 1958 version of the classic "1957 Chevy". While it was an automatic, it

It was a gloomy September day and the bear hunting season was about to begin. The old farm truck was loaded full with barrels of cooking grease, assorted candy, birdseed and tubes of sticky frosting. We were to hunt four hours north in a little town called Orr, Minnesota. My family had an 80 acre lot that we used strictly for hunting. My mom volunteered to sit in the stand with me and videotape the hunt. She was excited as I to begin this new hunting experience. Near the Canadian border wildlife was abundant in many different forms and we were hoping to shoot a large black bear. I had only heard stories of bountiful black bear hunts and I was finally able to experience one of my own and make an everlasting memory.