Personal Narrative: My Car

I have been in my car since 10 a.m. It is currently 12 p.m. and I have endured the chilly morning and now the blazing sun. I hang a long, blue blanket from the windows with the intent to block the bright sunlight out. I get frustrated with the heat and I am pleased that my plan has succeeded. Though, my plan did not help with the stink of perspiration. I stretch my arms out and try to get comfortable in my small cramped car filled with worn suitcases, my old pink Nintendo DS, and delicious snacks. I have to constantly remind myself that it is only one hour left until arrival. If it was any more than 1 hour, I would have gone insane by my stickiness due to my sweat. Either way, I know this car ride will be worth it since it is my family’s first

In the entrance of the ranch, there is a gate decorated with vines and flowers. The flowers give off a pleasant aroma and are filled with bees wanting to get a tasty treat. The iron gates have an elaborate design of swirls and rust is beginning to form on them. The buzzing of bees can be heard nearby and I quickly hurry to someplace else since I am terrified of those fuzzy insects. I climb up the staircase that leads to the door of the cabin and look down on the beautiful bushes. It is the kind of staircase that a princess would gracefully walk down to meet a crowd. Before reaching the cabin, I stand on the wooden porch. Several folding chairs are scattered with canned drinks at the bottom. An abandoned bowl of chips that has been invaded by flies sits on a crooked table. The cabin is painted yellow, reminding me of a lemon. Once I am done inspecting the cabin, I go back down to hang out with my

It is significantly colder than it was earlier. People have changed from shorts to long pants and sweaters. I parade my way around the ranch until I find the place where we are supposed to make s’mores. The fire has been ignited. The ashes bounce off and slowly make their way to the floor. The smell of burn wood fills my nose. I hear the wood crackle as it is added to the fire. I am passed the ingredients to make this scrumptious delight.
“Do you think I can add two pieces of chocolate?” I ask the people around me. I want to make sure everyone has a taste.
“Of course you can! I am adding double the marshmallow and double the chocolate! It’s going to be great!” my cousin replies with chocolate smudged around his mouth. I laugh and point at his face. “Oh yes I know about it. I am saving it for later.” He flashes a big smile and I in return, jokingly give him a disgusted look.
I squish the melted marshmallow and chocolate in between the crackers and eat it. I can tell the marshmallow has been slightly burned due to the smell but I do not mind it. The cookie begins to crumble and the marshmallow becomes really sticky when pulling it