Personal Narrative: If I Changed My Life

If I could transmit one of my best memories, I would transmit one with meaning. One that acts as a part of me or something that has negatively or positively impacted my life. If I had to pick one, I would definitely pick the memory of when I first went fishing. It taught me how to be patient and diligent. It took hours, but it still taught me a good lesson. I would transmit the memory to him and he would witness it through my eyes. I remember waking up at 5:45 in the morning in Plymouth, Massachusetts. The beautiful summer day was peeking through my window. I was exhausted because I went to bed at 10:00. I got out of bed and walked over to my suitcase. We were staying at my grandparent’s house with the rest of my family for 2 weeks. I picked

My uncle Matt arrived in his truck. We loaded up the truck and there was barely enough room as the venture consisted of my grandfather, dad, uncle, and brother so we had to put all of the fishing supplies in the bed. Once we got on the road we stopped at Dunkin Donuts and got a big box of donuts. We made our way through Plymouth to this nice beach near Duxbury. We unpacked the truck and divvied out the donuts. I had 2 Boston crème donuts because my grandfather knew that they were my absolute favorite. We set up our fishing rods, but then realized we forgot to get bait. We made our way back into the truck and headed for Cherry’s Bait Shop. It was a quaint little shop in an urban part of Plymouth. As I walked to the front counter, I noticed a tank with an eel in it. The eel slowly approached the side of the tank and it stared at me. I was very scared, yet at the same time intrigued. Behind the desk was a frail old lady who sold us the bait. We got back into the truck and drove to the beach. The beach was colossal, although at the same time remote. I stood there and stared at the boisterous, capacious, and beautiful beach which was florid with fish to