Personal Narrative: My Childhood Traumas

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On one early Friday morning after waking from a long winter sleep I was preparing to go find some food for her very hungry little cubs..

I have a lot on my plate considering I am having to care for 3 very hyper, high maintenance, and hungry babies. My oldest boy was named Charlie, following with the middle child Madeline, and my little runt baby Chunk.

Me and my precious little babies live in a beautiful valley in Yellowstone national park full of berries and deer, and little predators that could harm my babies. I am a 5 year old mama grizzle that had one of the most successful parents in the park. Being a grizzle I 'm not scared of much but humans are very unpredictable powerful animals making me and every …show more content…

I did know humans where inhabiting the camp but after checking the perimeter for any sign of humans I knew they where off doing something else. Confident my babies where going to be fine, I told the kids it was safe, and let them eat tell there hearts content. After the three little ones all had there stomachs full, we began our walk back to the den. Knowing the road lead to the trail back home I followed the road, when suddenly I heard the sharp spooky sounds of there raging screeches. It was the humans, they where walking up the road back to camp! Acting fast I hurried my babies up a tree and made a sharp turn toward the humans. Growling and snarling I chased them away from my precious babies.

Knowing the humans where a good distance away from the tree my little ones where hiding in I went back to them. It took around five minutes of following the little gravel road to finally see the glimmering eyes of my youngsters. Happy to see me they gracefully slid down the tree and into a big reassuring hug.

Shortly after arriving to the den I gave my little ones some milk and tucked them in for the night. While I watched them sound asleep i thought about how grateful I am to have my babies with me and that they where save from the over powering wrath of humans. What seemed like seconds later I drifted off to the soft snores and whines of my

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