Personal Narrative-L Is For Lake

My little brother walks in and asked me to take him to the store. He wanted to get some things for his daughter before we left to Cold Lake. So I went for a quick drive to town and returned home within 16 minutes. When I approached my mom’s house I beeped the horn for her to hurry up because I wanted to get there before the stores closed. Of course me I forgot it was Friday which means late night shopping. While I was patiently waiting in my car I was listening to music with my baby singing and dancing. I was waiting about 15 minutes till my mom finally noticed I was outside waiting she was busy on the phone talking with her long time ago best friend.

The drive was almost unbearable, but the thought of spending the week in the snow with family kept me going. It was only a four hour drive, but at 9 years old, it felt like an eternity. The scenery slowly changed from flat land, to rolling hills. The hills were covered in yellow dying grass, but they were still beautiful. Then we started to make the climb. Up mountains, through the passes, constantly surrounded by trees or a cliff that gave a wonderful view of the mountain next to us. We were so close to the snow of Lake Tahoe. We had been to Tahoe before, but this was a new cabin for us. We were all excited to see the cabin, but more importantly, looking forward to searching for sledding hills the next day.

A few weeks ago, I hit the surface of a lake while going forty miles per hour. It all started when we made the one and a half hour trip up to Bartlett lake. When we arrived, we promptly proceeded to unload everything from the small trailer. The trailer felt like it was two hundred feet long because unloading took forever. We then searched for flashlights and lanterns so we could see in the dark. While we were searching, one of the other scouts said “Hey, I think I found a flashlight”. When he held it up, I shined my flashlight on it and said “That’s only a rock!” We all laughed. A couple of other guys eventually found flashlights. Later, we found the two lanterns. We took one of the lanterns out of the case, put a wick in the lantern

Flashback to my junior year. I sat quietly in my AP Lang class as my teacher, Mrs. Fisher, announced that the reading competition between the language arts classes called for the book count for September. She stood at the board, marker in hand, staring out expectantly at her large class. Hands shot up across the classroom, and my own nervous hand rose up to join them. Mrs. Fisher happily chalked up the small fortune of books that our class had read.

L is for Lake When I was around 4 we went to a lake that we 've been to many times before. I never went swimming in a lake so I was excited. I always watched when they swam. I was a great swimmer when I was little. I remember putting floaties on and getting ready to jump in.

that’s when I started thinking hard. My mother was with us, and I knew she didn’t want me to leave either. Even my siblings and Grandma, I didn’t want to leave behind I felt constrained I’m not going to know anyone there. What if no one likes me? What if I can’t make any new friends and I have to sit all alone at lunch every day?.

Hello! Yes I am doing well and had been travelling a lot recently. I am going to Big Bear Lake in CA this weekend with a couple friends. Time to ski! haha

I will never forget that encounter the intense sun, the endless horizon, the infinite shades of blue that dissolved any boundary between sky and trees.The views were like swimming into a kaleidoscope, deceptively plain "Lake Winaukee" sign on the outside, but a show of colors on the inside, waiting to shock and, mesmerize me. Those colors! Sails on the horizon covered the lake; streaks of sunlight illuminated them, the swaying wildlife creating a dance of rhythm. Beautiful, preserved life synchronizing every movement with the camp sight creating one living entity. As I finish my 15 minutes of observations at camp, I realized I was ready for my first padded practice of the year.

“Hop in the car,” my dad said. His outstretched arms guiding my eyes to the open doors. Our 2009 Honda Odyssey was a beige colored behemoth. Comically overstuffed with passengers and cargo, the sporadic rumbling of the V6 engine was disconcerting as we hit the road. “Will we even reach Meredith at all,” I wonder. The drive up to Lake Winnisquam is exciting and uneventful as usual. Through smudged windows, I watch the passing scenery, anticipating all the fun we will have this fourth of July. The switch onto Lower Waldron road was a recognizable turn and a sign of our proximity. We each scoot towards the edge our seats, heads pressed against the glass, eager to be the first to spot our destination. “I see the house,” my sister squeals with excitement.

So after our visit to Cedar Lake we set off on our way to the badlands. Now this isn't going to be like the kind of story where i talk about our amazing time their and skip all the driving. This is about the trip their and the many of complications but many of miracles. Our trip to the badlands is one of the most inspirational parts of this entire book. Their are many of places and times when God really reveales himself to us and shows us his great mercy.

I originally thought spending thirty minutes outside alone without any technology, friends, or distractions was going to be extremely difficult for me. I do not consider myself an outdoor kind of person. So when I first read the assignment I did not really want to do it. I decided since I had to do this I would go some place that is really nice in hope that it would make it easier for me to tolerate being there. I went to Lake Wauberg here at the University of Florida. I went to the side that has the open lake area. As I walk around I saw many things. There was a lot of vegetation and forest area. Also their was a grand view of the lake itself. I was no the only person there, but it was not too crowded. I watched a couple paddle boat around the lake.

My favorite places all have one thing in common, time seems to slow down when I’m there. One such place is Sebago Lake, specifically, during sunrise. Every year my family visits Sebago one week during summer, and on the second day, my dad and I wake early to put our boat in the water. On that morning I have to get dressed in the dark. I pad downstairs, grab a box of cereal, and hustle out to the truck where my dad waits, the boat trailer hooked to the back. It’s too early to talk, so we sit quietly as we drive down to the rickety old boat ramp. He pulls into the lot, I hop out, and walk over to the boat, tossing the buoys over the side for protection. I walk to the beginning of the dock to help direct the trailer onto the ramp. My dad backs

One day, on a Saturday afternoon . We went to the boat. The boat is parked at the bow at Newman lake. The boat is a blue and white color. The blue is a dark blue but faded. The boat also could go to about 45-50 miles per hour. Anyway let's get on with the story...

fun playing beach volleyball and surfing on our boogie boards. Sadly, there was a storm coming, but the good part was that we were getting homemade spaghetti for dinner. The following day we we are heading our way to see NASA. On the way there we saw a huge cruise ship, it was pretty cool. When we got to NASA, they recently changed things and now on no visitors are allowed inside the museum only people who are in the military now can go. That was a bummer, but we still got our pictures taken by the NASA sign. That night we just hung out ate dinner and played games. The few next days just hung out and enjoyed our time together.

We walked out the door without a goodbye. Their reaction to me leaving and not returning until next summer was the equivalent of me going to the grocery store for a few minutes. No one cared that much. The only real response was,”Good riddance.” Nick was forced to drive me to the campus.