My Trip To Wisconsin-Personal Narrative

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After being away for a while, I decided to reacquaint myself with Wisconsin. I feel like I have lost the flavor and taste and sound of it, so I have decided to learn more about my state. My plan is to take a long and relaxing three-month trip with my best friend Charley. Along the way I would like to meet people and make conversations with them. I like to observe the state and I would like my mind to wander as I make this journey with Charley. Charley has been my best friend for six years now and I feel that he never wants to leave my presence. He is so faithful and sincere. He loves playing with the ball and both of us spend a lot of time together. Charley loves to come with me in my morning walks and he is very obedient. He listens for my …show more content…

I have created so many good memories with my family and it just came to me that most of these memories have something to do with our cabin. The cabin has been with my family since I was ten years old. My parents decided to invest in a small shack covered with black shingles in a land outside of the Wyalusing Park. My parents were both handy and they made a lot of changes to the place. They put in a wood-burning fireplace that controls the entire heating system, a kitchen/bathroom area and a wooden stove. The inside of the broken shack went from a rusty shack to a small house. Before my parents put some work into it the shack was mostly visited in the summer and early fall. It's really not about the cabin. It's about the amazing atmosphere and above all my buddy Charley. Trees surround the cabin and its location is in the middle of nowhere. I seem to find my way back through the large pond, which is, located just half a mile from where the cabin is. The pond comes very handy in the summer time especially for fishing and swimming. Since then, my parents have made a few trails and several signs for friends and family that do visit us. My dad and I used to take long walks, but since my parents are old and can no longer come to the cabin, I mostly ride on a four-wheeler with Charley on my

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