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Personal Narrative: My Jeep

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The mud flew everywhere. The mud coming off of my tires rained down all over my Jeep. The water came up to brush guard height on my Jeep. I had to turn my windshield wipers on so that I could see. The motor roared and the tires struggled for traction. It was dark outside so my vision was limited. I was afraid that I would be unable to see the trench get deeper and that my Jeep would stall in the water. The not knowing what would happen was thrilling and frightening at the same time. The Jeep trudged forward through the mud better than I could have ever hoped for. After about fifty yards of the mud I decided that I had had enough. I turned my steering wheel to the left and crawled the side of the trench back to the road. I stepped out of my

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