Personal Narrative: My Road Trip To Marble Forest

Have you ever had an unforgettable experience? My story begins when my parents woke my three siblings and me at 5:00 A.M. and announced that we were going on a road trip to Marble Forest. Half-conscious, I only heard the words road trip, Marble Forest, and Fountain of Youth. My parents love adventure and can’t resist challenges. They enjoy reading urban legends and myths. In my opinion, urban legends and myths are just fictional stories of the past. As soon as I heard my parents say, “Pack some clothes, bug spray, sunscreen, and a flashlight! We’ve found a map that leads directly to the Fountain of Youth,” I knew they weren’t kidding. They’ve been trying to find that fountain for months; they’ve searched every article on the Internet that relates

Because we had been here before looking for Bigfoot(but that journey had ended in failure), we knew the forest well. When we had trekked the entire forest, we came to an unfamiliar bend up a mountain. My father then dug through his backpack, looking for the map, but couldn’t find it. The rest of us searched our own bags but found nothing. I’m sure we didn’t leave it on the table or in any of our rooms. So, where could it possibly be? I thought to myself. My younger brother, who loves a good mystery like my parents, said that we should split up and look for it. My parents agreed, and in five minutes, I was left alone. I searched in the bushes, under logs, and under huge rocks on the ground. I looked right and left, up and down, but still couldn’t find it. Maybe an animal took it and tore it up. I was tired, hot, and itching my mosquito bites. This whole trip is a train wreck, I bitterly thought to myself. Suddenly, I heard footsteps that came from my left. After a long pause, I heard them again. I crept slowly and quietly toward the noise. “Claire?” I said. I saw tears in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” No response. Gingerly, she opened her hand and gave me a crumpled piece of paper. Claire said meekly, “I’m sorry I took this from you.” I met her gaze, and she quickly looked away. I called the rest of my family and told them that I had found the map(I left out the part where Claire took the map). Wearily, we trudged on, following the trail through the