Personal Narrative It all started when my mom told me she got me tickets to a Cardinals vs. Cubs game. The game was going to take place on September 20th, which is a month before my birthday. So these tickets were my early birthday presents. Right away my mom
From my cultural understanding of Lake Okeechobee, my imagination had conjured up swampy, reedy, you better have a fan boat, alligator infested waters. Cruising along the canal on the east side of the lake, there was very little swamp and plenty of wide-open land. Not at all what I expected for the interior of Florida. I wondered if maybe this was because it was a canal, instead of a natural river, and once we got out to the lake and river on the other side it would look more like I anticipated. I suspected it’s
My family and I were on our way to Mille Lacs Lake, a very great walleye fishery. It was going to be perfect, a small breeze 70 and sunny a perfect day for fishing. Little did we know it was going to be rough. Beep, Beep, Beep, it was seven o'clock AM it was time to get up for fishing.
It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.
As our life demands more and more of our time, it is important that we find a place that we can go to unplug and become one with nature. Although there are many places to go to unwind, nothing quite compares to a park. When you hear the word “park” you might think of swings and children playing on the merry-go-round. However, what I am referring to is the park in the more natural sense; a State Park. Of the many I have visited in Florida; Fort Clinch is by far my favorite.
My time at Camp Green Lake has made me realize the unjust actions of this place. There are many things that need to be fixed and changed. I want to make sure I can convey what’s going on in camp Green lake. Everyday I’m forced to dig holes, and if I don’t I get punished severely.
As we pull up to the parking area at the start of the trails, I knew that our excitement during the long drive was worth it. I had planned this trip for months. Toiled over the minor details; the food, shelter, entertainment, parking pass, you name it. This was something I had wanted to do since I was just a little kid and now that I was here, it felt surreal. The sound of nature all around us, no signs of man besides our canoe and gear for as far as I could see.
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. The water was a little choppy so it would be difficult to ride it was around 11 am and the water was still a little cold and made me shiver. I was waiting in the water for a few minutes while they were getting the wake rope attached to the boat.
The day was August 3, 2012 and I woke up ecstatic and excited to be alive that morning. This was because I had plans to go out with a few of my close friends. Our plans were to go to roller skating, and afterwards go out for frozen yogurt. That day I wore my favorite outfit at the time: a green, striped shirt with a hood in the back, long black, cloth shorts, and crazy monkey socks that were my sister’s from Justice. Before leaving my house on this dreadful day in disguise, I took a photo with my sister and wished my family goodbye.