Personal Narrative: Sebago Lake

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.

When I made a lucky catch, I learned what carelessness could cost you. I was around seven years old at the time, and I played baseball for Lakeview Playground. It was my first year of playing hardball, and like everyone else, I had no knowledge of what was happening. Our team name was the “Grey Sharks,” only because our jerseys were

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.

I was riding my horse on our Ranch It was a beautiful day Birds were chirping Cows were mooing and the Nice cool breeze was blowing and everything was fine and My Dad and I were going to check the cows and check their waters and on the way I was riding and a Cotton Tail rabbit ran out of a bush and my horse got spooked and he started bucking and he bucked me off and I got right back on and started riding again.

My family and I were on our way to Mille Lacs Lake, a very great walleye fishery. It was going to be perfect, a small breeze 70 and sunny a perfect day for fishing. Little did we know it was going to be rough.

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 Next weekend I am going IA with mom guys. Lake Tahoe is so beautiful and I would go visit again in the future. I also went ski for the first time near Lake Tahoe too. Fortunately, I did not take my car to CA this trip, used a friend 's car, 2014 Volkswagen. The car was alright to drive we switched off but the car did got stuck in ice when we were going uphill to Lake Tahoe (HAHA) luckily we had two big American young boys passing by and helped to push the car out. And I was not driving at the time so I was just sitting in the car while the boys pushed the car. I did drive in snow and that was fun and you can proudly call me a good driver now! (Long distance and snow). And of course, I always have the seat belt on 

At first, I followed the edge of our property line until I came to a little trail in the weeds that looked like it been made by a deer or another good-sized animal. It descended gently down the escarpment at first, but then I had to quicken my step as it became a little steeper, eventually taking me right down to the Genesee River.

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...

Our views on things are very different. He sees things as never changing and time standing still. While I view it as time flying by and things are never constant. When dawn approaches I am up at first light, quick to start me day on the water. He is still sleeping and in no hurry to go (White 195). I hear the sound of the motor boats as exciting and new things to come. He hears them of change and the coming to an end of the peace and quiet (White 197). All of these things represent new adventures and new experiences in my eyes. Just like they do in the eyes of White’s son.

We arrive at the Willamette River. The boats in the water and we have a difficult time trying to start it you can smell the very strong fumes from the exhaust of the boat as it's trying to start .We get the boat started and off we go for a little ride, it was time to go wakeboarding so I strapped on my boots and jumped in the water.

For the past 9 years, my family and I have been going to an amazing place called Fish Creek in Door County, Wisconsin. It’s a small little town on the strip of Wisconsin. This year was probably one of my favorite years. We did many things like tandem biking, walking through the town, swimming, eating, and spending quality family time. As we were tandem biking through Peninsula State Park, our hearts racing, sweat dripping, and hair flowing through the breeze, I noticed a slight tug on my shoe. When I looked down, my shoe lace was tied up in the chain. So I yelled stop to my mom and she said “gosh dang it Brynn you 're going to get us killed!” Besides that incident it was a pretty good 7 miles biking up and down hills. Swimming was also

As we walked down to the river, the birds were making a whistling noise, and it was quite annoying because the birds were so loud Will and I could barely hear each other. When we were walking down to the river on a rock that was on the path was a famous quote from Muhammad Ali and it was about the river and it said “Rivers, Ponds, Lakes, and Streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.” While we were getting closer to the river the birds got so loud and if there was mute button to mute the birds I would have the moment I saw that button because they sounded like there was a train coming through the river. So have you ever heard of a river well a

My youth group leader pulled out of the parking lot at 5 a.m. loaded with 15 tired teenagers including myself. We were finally heading for the Wisconsin River. The anticipation was building up for months now, the worries on the affordability of the trip were finally gone.

Smooth, oval rocks lined the bank of the secretive lake. Discarded and neglected; overlaid with spongy moss and choked by fallen, decaying leaves from the unclothed and withering trees above. As the lake swelled around the ashen boulders, icy, black water lifelessly lapped against the long, thin beams of wood holding up a rickety pier. The structure was covered in splinters and ragged, iron nails, and as it reached out into the centre of the sombre lake, it became more and more distant. Half-cut beams lined the sides of the pier, as nettle patches hissed from the shore when the water drew too near. Small, stagnant puddles, on the uneven planks of timber wood reflected the dark, brooding sky above - rarely disturbed by the callous slices of moonlight seeping through the clouds, creating a specular reflection through a ripple in the languid water.

All this in hopes of catching one to fit your tale for the people who didn’t go.