Personal Narrative Essay

I kept squeezing my new stress ball. It was November 15, 2015. I had bought the ball just two days ago and I loved it. “Mr. Patil, I said we are here to discuss an important matter. Can you please stop glancing at that ball?” Mr. Brooks, the head of a secret government agency named DEO, repeated himself. “Yeah, I heard that. I said you could go one, sir,” I responded. “Oh. Ok, the matter is that Waldo is real and we need your help finding him.” “Is this some kind of joke? You are talking about that guy from the children’s book, right?” Mr. Brooks went on to explain that Waldo was a real person that inspired the author of the “Where’s Waldo?” series, that he never aged, and that he may be part of a threat to national security. He was seen

He must have immediately knew what I was doing there, but he didn’t escape but rather he walked towards me. I called off the security detail because they wanted to come in and take Waldo prisoner but I was supposed to talk to him. “You DEO annoyances need to stop. Plus, you have part of my cane, give it back,” Waldo demanded. “Not until you tell us what you were doing in the Kremlin and how we can trust you,” I responded, still dumbstruck I was talking with The Waldo. He explained that the Kremlin was the only access point to my dimension and that he was just entering this dimension through there and had nothing to do with the Kremlin. He said that he just travels to dimensions and explores for fun while hiking from the access point to exit point of each world. The exit point here was Mt. Everest, so he was heading there now. I questioned whether he was a time traveler as commonly thought and he answered no. Apparently, each dimension is in its own time period so technically he travels through time, but the events in each dimension may vary. I could see no way how he could be lying and all this information just left me staring in disbelief, so I allowed him to go his way as long he allowed u to track him until he moved on to the next