Personal Narrative: Sourdough Creek

In my life the places I have been carry the most memories with them. One place that I have my earliest memories is my family cabin. On the north shore of Lake Audubon, sits a grey modular home with a large garage and two well used sheds, tying the whole place together is a falling apart red well. This is the place that I call home for most of my summers, spending more time here then I do anywhere else. I have many memories in each room is this cabin some good and some bad. I have never truly stopped to look at each place and remember everything that has happened here. I do not think that I will ever forget the memories that come with this cabin. Stopping and looking around my family cabin, allows me to recall all the memories that I have created

Mackinac Island. Never thought I would be here, but I was, FOR REAL! We got off the boat and waited for our bikes to come out of the boat. We got our bikes and started our route around the island.

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.

It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.

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.

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 

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.

There were four-foot waves, and it started pouring. We decided to go in for lunch. We went to the red roof inn, but when we got there they were closed, so we went to a different restaurant, it was delicious. When we were finished with lunch, we drove out of the bay and back to the place where we were fishing. When we got there we realized we were low on leeches, so we went back to the launch and got some more leaches from the small bait store. When we got back to the spot, we went fishing for another two hours and caught about five walleyes and a small mouth bass. After we were out of leeches again, we decided to head

I had lived in Woonsocket Rhode Island all my life. It was a peaceful town and had one of the lowest crime rates in the country. My father moved here after he met my mother Sara because he came from a bad neighborhood. We don’t like to talk about it much, it’s just something we really don’t know how to explain. It’s me, my brother Joe, my mother Rose, and my father Michael. My name is also Michael after my father, its been a family name and when I get older I want to name my kid Michael to continue the heritage. We lived on Shamans Street, right off the main avenue. It was considered one of the safest places in Woonsocket, I could never feel safer I was like a baby in a carriage.

The summer of 2017 I went with my uncle to Wisconsin Dells. It was my first time going to Wisconsin Dells. There were so many things to experience at the waterpark from the long lines of people, to the many water slides, to the loudness and the smell of chlorine.

Over the summer about two weeks after school ended, my friends and I were hiking.My friend told us to rest on the rocks on our way to a cave.While we were resting on the rock we had a rattle and dint know what it was until it was near my friends foot.The rattlesnake was near my friends foot and when it rattle we looked around and saw the snake and we ran before it bit any of us.My friend ran so fast down the hill and ran for long time even though we were long gone from the snake.This was going to be fun but it transformed into a snake scaring my friend to make him from hiking on that day.Big transformations can create fear like the three stories below.In the story “Where is Here” use ordinary and unordinary transformations of the setting,which shows how easily it can change.

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...

I couldn’t be happier about moving to Oregon. I hate this smelly place we called home. Hi, I’m Billy and I’m 11 years old. I was born in Lawrence, Kansas, 1853. My family was moving to Oregon for my Papa’s job. Papa works as a trader which meant we moved a lot. But once we get to Oregon, Papa plans to find a new job. Anyway, on with the story. First we had to pack only the important stuff in the wagon. I decided to bring my favorite blanket. It gave me a warm feeling inside. As we headed off, we said our last goodbyes to Gram and Gramps. Two days later, as we were passing an old abandoned ghost town, as if by magic I heard a crack and saw that the top right wagon wheel broke. It would be getting dark soon so we found shelter in an old abandoned

Growing up in the Bitterroot Valley I have been surrounded by farms and I have been friends with many people who live on farms. I love being outside and growing things and I think NMH would be foster that. Another of my criteria was a strong volleyball program and after watching a few games I can see that the team is very skilled. I was able to be part of a very successful team this year and I want to experience that again and again.

I woke up terrified , those nightmares they keep happening. I was thinking to myself saying why haven't they went away. But suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the yelling of my sister. I got out of bed and went down stairs where i had seen my sister jill making breakfast , she turned around and saw me , then she asked “ nightmares again ”. I answered “ yes ”. Then she had replied with “ hurry up and eat your breakfast we have to take you to your last appointment ”. I remembered that i had therapy but i didn't want to go i just want to forget about what had happened. I deeply sighed and ate then went upstairs and changed. Then when i had finished i walked downstairs when i had seen my sister on the phone , she was sad and stressed then i