Personal Narrative: My Snowphone

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It was a cold and snowy day in December and I just got my snowmobile license a few weeks earlier, and I was looking forward to my first time driving on the trails. “ Dinnng DINNNNG” rang, the alarm clock as I hit snooze slowly getting up I thought in my head that today was going to be a good day because it was going to be my first time driving on the snowy trails. I slowly walked downstairs noticing that everyone else was already up and getting ready so I had to rush and gear up to go out on the trails. I quickly hopped into my snow pants, put on my black and blue boots, and the put on my bright, neon yellow jacket. I started heading outside and on my way, I grabbed my shiny white helmet and the keys to one of the snowmobiles. I walked up to the snowmobile and brushed some of the cold white powder then I put the key in the ignition, and the snowmobile slowly sputtered to life as I turned the key. Then I waited for my dad’s goa head and he finally said: “You can go ahead and follow me across the lake.” I slowly touched the throttle pushing it forward with some aggression. …show more content…

We got to the bluffs a few minutes later and got straight to the trails. I was going at a good speed for trails at my level the first turn was coming up I adjusted my steering and began leaning so the I would not flip over my first turn went good but my dad told me that I should always stay to the

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