Personal Narrative: My Trip To Bartlett Lake

My dad got in the truck and backed me into the water. I started the boat and backed it off the trailer and waited for my dad. When my dad got there he got in the boat and sat down and I started driving to the area where we were going to fish. When we got there my dad took the wheel to find a spot to drift. Drifting is where you put the boat sideways from the wind and let the wind move you and you put poles out alongside the boat so they drift along about a foot above the lake bottom.

I spent a lot of that time falling face first into water. In those two weeks of constant failure I learned that I can do anything with hard work and perseverance. I was on my uncle's boat ready to try water ski for the first time. Watching my mother ski successfully I thought, "Hey! This doesn't look hard at all!"

This story takes place last summer in the month of July, about one week. My family and I went on a trip out west. Our final destination was in South Dakota. We left on a monday morning and I remember my mom was trying to get me up and they almost left without me. Everyone packed their bags in the car but when I was about to put mine in the car I was informed that there was no more room and it had to get tied to the roof.

But, he still left me over the top of the mountain. It was hard getting down as I was fallling so many time and rolling over with that board. Later in few hours I finally did find my friend and he asked me if I wanted to go on the tride and I said that I would me more than happy

I take a deep breath my lip quivering as the wind blows on the last week of winter vacation. My family decided to go on a road trip up to Big Bear. We decided to stay the whole week. It was a snowy beautiful drive up the mountain. We stayed up in our cabin and I brought one of my friends up with me.

We belonged to the club for ten years. Many interesting, dangerous, and fascinating things happened on our weekend trips. I could write a book just about snowmobiling. But I will only bore you with a couple of my stories. The habitual procedure was that we would travel to a different city in northern Michigan every other weekend during the winter months.

“Wake up sleepy heads,” was the first sound I heard Thursday morning. We started off the trip driving four hours in the jerky SUV. Altogether, there were five people stuck in the car. Molly, Katie, me, Grace, my mother, and Maggie. My mother packed snacks to feed a herd of wild buffalo.

The Story of the Horned Toad Chapter #1 It was 1935, Boston Massachusetts and there lived an 8 year old boy named Phrynosoma. His mother died an hour ago, and before she died she called a taxi to take him to the airport to live with his cousins in Guatemala,. When they were boarding the plane he saw that they didn't put enough fuel in the plane. Mabe they put the fuel in ahead of time, he thought. So he got on the airplane’s front row and the plane took off.

We got on four more rides before we got hungry, so we met up with my boyfriend’s parents, sister and her friend to figure out what we desired to go eat at. We decided to take nourishment at Harmony Hall marketplace. The food was satisfying, I think we all got the chicken strip basket but my boyfriend’s sister got a chef salad and mixed fruit instead. We all wanted to ride one more ride. So, me, my boyfriend Shawn, his sister and her friend wanted to ride the rip roarin rapids.

After that game we lost by one point with about one minute left in the game so I was not to happy about that but at least we tried. When we got back to the hotel we sat around for a little bit and just played a bunch of games. Later that night at nine o’clock I headed off to the rink for a skills competition with me and one other kid from my team. I was doing the fastest skater competition and he was doing the shootout. I lost the speed competition and came in 4th out of 8 skaters.