Personal Narrative Essay: I Have A Wild Imaginations

My parents say that I have a wild imagination. I like to think of it as a dream that one day will come true. I mean I’m only six so that gives me plenty of time to make it all happen, but for now I think I’m just going to use my imagination. I like to play outside a lot because that's the only place I can let my imagination take over. Have this one friend that likes to come over whenever his mom allows him to come over. He says she's very mean, but every time I see her she seems so nice she gives me cookies. Maybe he just doesn't like it when his mom gives away his cookies. His name is Jack and when we put our heads together we are unstoppable. Jack is coming over today to have a playdate with me it's going to be so fun I can't wait. What seemed like forever Jack finally showed up. His mom started talking to my mom and so I whispered to Jack lets go outside and play. All Jack did was nod and started walking. Once we got outside I asked him what he wanted to do. He said nothing except for shrugging his shoulders. I thought to myself this is hopeless how am I going to have fun with someone who doesn't want to today. So I spoke up and said, “ How about we go climb up the tree it will be fun”. Jack hesitated then he said “sure why not, But not too high I’m afraid of heights.”

So we headed over to the giant tree in my backyard, it almost touched the sky. When we got to the tree I said “ It's time to climb the beanstalk.” With one foot on ground and the other binding on the middle of the tree, I grabbed a hold of the branch and pulled myself up into the tree. After I got settled I helped Jack up because he was having a little bit of trouble. After we climbed up a little higher I could see the look on Jacks face he looked scared. So I piped up and said “I think this is high enough.” After I said that Jack looked relieved. “One day we will climb higher up to the castle in the sky.” I said