Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Art Museum

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The Rocky Climb I did it. I made it to the top. It was a lot harder than you think. Each stair was about two inches tall. Climbing about one hundred little, tiny, rocky stairs can be hard on your legs and let me tell you it was. It was a Thursday afternoon, the sun was out and it was in the mid-sixties. My parents and I decided we would go run the Art Museum stairs in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. We had already been in Philly for a day due to my dad’s soccer meetings. We decided to day would be the day to tour the beautiful city of “Brotherly Love.” First, we started off walking down the long narrow street looking at all of the giant skyscrapers and old mint green statues. When we were walking down Main Street there were huge flags swaying in the wind on each light …show more content…

We continued to walk down the street looking at all of our surroundings until we were at the Museum. When we finally came about the bottom of the stairs I looked up and I could barely see the little statue on the tip top of the Art Museum’s roof. As I looked around me I saw these beautiful statues everywhere I looked. We walked around the outside of the museum and came about a statue of rocky with his hands in the air. After that we went back to the front of the old building and stopped at the bottom of the stairs. We looked up and saw about thirty people running the stairs like Rocky did in the movie. My dad and I decided we were going to race up the stairs and see who could make it to the top first. When my mom said go we took off running up the uneven stairs. At first I was beating my dad but when we were about half way up the stairs he passed me. By the time I made it to the top I was hunched over gasping for air. I wasn’t in shape at all and my dad wasn’t either. Once we caught our breath we stood up, put our hands in the air like Rocky, and my mom snapped a picture of

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