Personal Narrative-The Trampoline

Running. Running. Running.

"All the world 's a stage. " I didn 't anticipate 600 feverish eyes staring back at me. Panic arose among my fellow actors, as the hope of escape became grimmer by the second. We had two option: climb or die. Up the set, I go, grabbing a crowbar on the way.

Winter brought storms of snow and ice, and it was here, finally arriving at this time of year. The decorations and entertainment of the Glacier Spirits Festival were hung up and visitors were starting to arrive at the Southern Water Tribe. The golden rays of the sun were blocked by the silver clouds, and the snow was coming down in torrents of white. The howling of the winter wind roared loud as the polar bear dogs that dominated the area, brushing past the colorless landscape beyond the city. I, the Fire Avatar, was stuck on a boat with my guardians and mentors to visit the Southern Water Tribe (something about a Glacier Spirits Festival perhaps?).

Have you ALMOST got a rock in knee? Well funny enough a few years ago I almost got a rock in my knee. I was at a school by the name of Andrews Academy. I was in 2nd grade and I did reading, math, science, spanish, technology, lunch, and recess. The reason this event is important to me is that I honestly thought I had a rock in my knee because that play ground had instead of mulch it had pebbles and fare sized rocks.

After building up every bit of my courage, I made the decision to leap from the beet red helicopter. Slowly, the droning sound of the helicopter left my ears. I yanked the yellow and white braided rope with every muscle in my body. When I heard the satisfying whoosh of the parachute filling up with the cold brisk air, my heart nearly left my chest in jubilation. All of the feeling rushed back into my numb legs.

Civil War The year was 1861 and the first battle had already begun. The country was now divided as two teams, the confederates and the unions. I wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming battle that was about to happen. I sat in my tent in silence, thinking about what might happen.

I, Pegasus, the left out colt in despair, Because I couldn’t float in the air. Everyone is flying, And I am dying, To be in the air with the others.

Awkward and clumsy. This is how 10 year old me was described. Afraid of heights, failing and falling and here I was, standing on a high balance board, staring into a deep foam pit. When my aunt, Nadine, a gymnast teacher came for a visit, I should have expected that she would want to go to a gym. Driving to the gym with my Aunt, Uncle, and cousin, I confessed that I didn 't know how to do a frontflip.

Though the trail was long, the view was breathtaking. Every day, the sun rises beneath the peak, and the inflamed glow spreads all across the mountain. I volunteer down the path of McCarthy Street. I thought by registering, I could work off service hours, but at the same time, have a little fun; however, every day is just a continuous routine of doing this and that: cleaning dishes, the bathroom, and mopping the ground that is usually covered in fine mud prints.

Where My Heart Takes Me My pulse is high. Even though I wanted this it just feels so scary. Please world get better and more joyful without this mess. Please take me somewhere safer.

I was sitting in the tattoo parlor with my head resting on the black leather chair staring at my mom from the corner of my eye. I could not tell if she wanted to curse everyone in the room or cry, I came to the conclusion that it was it was probably both. In my mom’s words, I was getting a hole drilled into my nose. In my words, it was a nose piercing. This was the biggest fight I’ve ever had with my mom.