Personal Narrative: Growing Up In Montana

Every year, my family goes on a snowmobile trip with my friend Aftyn’s family in Spearfish, South Dakota. About two years ago, we drove out for our trip as usual. The first day was super fun. We stopped at Four Corners, a fun hill to climb, and we did lots of racing. The second day was a little more eventful.

Sen. Bernie Sanders was involved in plane crash early this evening; his condition has yet to be determined. There were two other unidentified victims who died in the crash, which happened as the private plane was taking off from the Burlington Airport. The plane was a Cessna 172 Skyhawk and while the crash is still under investigation, the intense weather seems to have played a factor.

In the article by Roger Rosenblatt, a man risked his life to save the other passengers in the freezing cold water of the Potomac River. In Time Magazine, the article summarizes the plane crash and the reason behind its significance. In 1982, Air Florida flight 90 crashed directly into a bridge located in Washington D.C. The plane then sunk into the Potomac River, leaving passengers fighting for their lives. Only six of the seventy four passengers survived and one of the passengers lived to tell the story of the man who risked his own life while fighting to save everyone else’s. In the article “The Man in the Water,” by Roger Rosenblatt, the theme is heroism.

I was a baby when my parents brought me over from Chicago to Denver. Making Colorado my home. When I was younger and we would have family members from out of town come visit and the first place my dad would want to take them was somewhere in the Rocky Mountains. I hated it! It was always in the blazing heat and we would have to walk for miles to get to a sight. This was cruel and unusual punishment.

Picture this! You are a thirteen year-old boy names Brian Robeson. You just watched the pilot of your single passenger plane suffer a heart attack. You somehow managed to keep the plan going and have just crashed it into a lake. Then you nearly drown and now need to find a way to survive. Well here are three of his survival strategies. Trial and error, thinking positive and planning ahead.

I remember the day, you can call it the D-day but for me, it was 6 June 1944. At the end of that day, there were 425,000 people who died a horrible death. It all started when all the soldiers were standing in the crowded ship, there were 7,000 ships altogether and all of them were all drizzly and it was very hard to stand on the floor because it was slippery also the waves hitting the ships were making people drop to the floor and on their knees. Everyone was sinking and slanting on each other. We all were just like a bunch of penguins, waiting for the doors to open. Never knew what I was going for at the time and the word war did not mean much to me.

The titanic was a very tragic event that killed many people. In this article about the titanic I will tell about how the titanic was built, how and why it sunk and the impact it had on history and the people involved in this tragedy.

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

As we finally stepped off the plane and looked out the windows on the way into the airport, we saw the beautiful snow globe of Montana where we had planned our winter skiing trip. I was traveling with my family and my cousins who we often travels with. We would usually go a lot farther than within the United States, but for this particular trip we were more interested in the skiing than being tourists. The Bozeman, Montana airport was a farm. There were so many different animals all over the wall it might as well had been a hunting lodge; however, this in no way scared me off for this trip. The beautiful snowflakes outside that gracefully performed a ballet to their fatal plummet entranced me. The fairy-like Christmas lights that decorated the airport and made it resemble a winter cabin at Christmas excited me for an amazing winter break trip.

I woke up that morning, packed my bags, and my dad and I headed out. We left at 5 a.m. on our way to Mississippi. It was like any other road trip, long, tiring, and dreadful. The 13 hour car ride consisted of stopping to eat a couple times and a numerous amount of stops at rest areas to use the restroom and stretch.

If Duvall was still in town, Jake figured the outlaw’s indulgence for gambling, liquor, and women might provide a lead to his location. He’d been to five saloons already, and so far, no one recalled seeing him. Most saloons looked the same, but the broken chairs in the corner and the cracked mirror behind the bar made the River Bender the exception. The air stank of smoke and whiskey, and a vile looking spittoon sat low on the wooden floor.

It was a brisk January afternoon in Upper Manhattan, New York. Nothing out of the ordinary, until a commercial airliner lands… in the Hudson River. The plane had struck a flock of geese at 15,000 feet, disabling both engines. The pilot weighed his options, and decided to land his stricken jet in the Hudson. But was that the right choice-- to put passengers’ lives in danger? I think it was a good idea to crash in the Hudson River, because it could have gone a lot worse.

There I was, fifty feet up and feet dangling from that magical metal bench as we soared towards the summit. It was a cold and cloudy day at Breckenridge Ski Resort in Colorado. I was bundled up from head to toe, ready to brace the elements and hopefully my fears. As our journey on the lift was coming to an end we prepared to disembark to a much more daunting quest. When we reached the top we exited the chair lift and I nearly fell face first into the ice cold now, but I caught myself and was able to maintain my balance. This was like a raindrop of confidence in an ocean of fear, nervousness, and anxiety. Will this be the day? Will I finally make it through a run without falling? I sat down in the cold, wet snow and fastened my feet to that

Every year the day after school ends in May, my dad, my brothers, and I go camping in Colorado in the Rocky Mountains. We usually go for a week (7days), and work 2 or 3 days. Our work usually consists of clearing undergrowth and brush, digging up junipers, picking up aspen and fir tree deadfall, along with many many other things. My favorite part of the trip is when we load up and leave camp to go to the Great Sand Dunes for the day. There, we rent sandboards (snowboards for sand) and sleds to ride down the dunes on. It’s a very different experience, because the sand is smoldering hot, but the air is usually a brisk 40 to 50 degrees. So while your feet are melting your nose is freezing.

On January 15th 2009, Captain Chelsea Sullenberger never would have imagined to land an Airbus A320 on the Hudson river. It all happened when flight 1549 took off to Seattle carrying 155 passengers on board. Suddenly, a series of birds crashed into his left engine, leaving captain sully in a complicated situation where he either must decide to land on the closest airport, or land it on the Hudson river. He chose to land on the river which he knew was very risky for him and for his crew. Thankfully, this incident left all 155 passengers on flight alive. One might think that this was the best for captain Sully’s career. In fact, the risk that was associated with landing a plane into a river, after the ways the plane could cause a horrendous collision,