Personal Narrative: My Definition Of A Hero

My definition of a hero is someone who gives their own time to help or reach out to others from the goodness of their heart.

It was a cold and frosty saturday morning in Fargo North Dakota. I was lying in bed sound asleep until I hear my dad yell...

"Keats, wake up. It's time to shoot our first deer together"

Right as I heard those words, I was up in the blink of an eye. As a ten-year-old kid, I was beyond excited for my first hunt ever. My dad promised me a hunting trip and I finally got it. I ran downstairs with just my boxers and a bison football shirt to where all of our hunting cloths lay. The room was decked out in bright orange. Seeing the room full of hunting cloths got me super excited, and wanting to get out there. I remember

putting on the blazing orange vest and thinking I was the coolest ten-year-old ever. The clock just reached 7 a.m. and we were out the door. I walk down the front steps to our house and turn the corner. Dads hug black truck was spot clean from bumper to bumper and ready for a long trip. About two hours went by and we reached our destination... Fort Ransome, North Dakota. The truck stopped and instantly my heart started to race. My dad grabbed the gun from the tail gate of the truck and we quietly headed to our tree stand. The journey to the stand took a while because the land we were hunting on was very long, but we still inched along so no deer could hear us. Finally, we approached the stand. I glared up into the tree that the stand was attached to and then I started to get nervous. The tree was at least 25 feet tall and for a little ten-year-old boy, that was quite the climb. One step at a time, I reached the tree stand. With my dad following close behind me with the gun, he very gently handed me the weapon. We then got in position and waited for the perfect deer. By this

time, it's about 10:30 a.m. and no deer have been spotted. Not to mention, the weather is very cold and miserable. I know I said I was very excited for the hunting trip but now that we got to the top of the tree stand, there is no action accept for me trying to stay warm. At this point, my whole body is freezing cold and I'm complaining to my dad.

"This is really boring and cold, I want to leave" I said

My dad proceeded to say, "Keats, I was aware that this would happen. You have to be tough and accept that its cold out".

Of course his well worded statement didn’t affect what I thought. I was a little kid with a big attitude. Then, my dad did something that I will never forget to this day. He took out the hand warmers from his gloves and gave them to me. Not only did he give me the hand warmers, but he then took off the jacket that he was wearing and wrapped it around my body. I looked at my him and said "Thanks dad" with a big smile on my face. He then looked at me and smiled. As time went on, we ended our hunt without a deer. I was quite disappointed, but I was also glad that I got to experience what hunting was with my hero. We walked back to the truck and hopped in. Right as we arrived home, I went right to the couch and fell dead asleep. I woke up hours later a noticed everyone was already in bed, but there was no way I was going to go to bed without giving my hero a goodnight hug and that’s exactly what I did.