Personal Narrative: The Wild

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The Wild

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to sleep.

In the morning I woke up and there were trees everywhere and then I realized I must have walked a lot more than I thought I did. So then there I realized I was lost and I had walked extremely far without knowing where I was going. So I realized there was no way I was getting off this mountain so I started gathering sticks and dry leaves to build a fire and then I started gathering branches and leaves to start building a shack under a little ledge that I had found. The second thing I did was find a rock and started banging it against another rock to sharpen it to protect myself from Predators in the night. Since this is northern California there are bears and I feel like I might meet one soon enough. After a little bit I got a tiny fire going using 2 rocks and smashing them together to create sparks.

In the middle of the night I heard a roar and brush being smashed and then all of the sudden I heard a gunshot and whimpering, in fear I hid under the ledge not knowing what was outside of ...

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...ck and fell asleep. That night I had a dream, in the dream I was climbing and there were people all around me and people were yelling Cody and they kept on yelling it and then I started shaking and trembling then I realized someone was trying to wake me up. I woke up looking up into a mans face and he asked me if I was lost and I said yes, not really knowing what was going on. So he told me to come back to his camp and he could have something to eat I tried to stand up but my leg was really hurt so the man helped to me my feet and I asked what his name was he said it was, Brian.

When we got back to his camp I looked around and he had 4 tents set up I was guessing one for his wife one for kid and the other for another kid now that I was in a safe place I knew I was ok to sleep without alarm or hunt without the fear of being attacked I was safe and happy.

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