Personal Narrative

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“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” -T.S. Eliot My life is not composed of risk and thrills, but there is one story I tell over again. There was one risk I took many years ago. I couldn't have been eight at a time, I was a small, weak child with a stubborn streak. It was a mid-summers day, my family and I had decided to take a trip to moonshine river for a quick outing. I remember the day was startlingly tranquil, not a cloud in the sky or a breeze on the wind. Everyone had woken up early so that we could have the whole day to ourselves. I can still here the conversation in my memories. My older sister Gabby and my older brother Jared were bickering about who would get the window seat. Everyone …show more content…

The sight of the river was embarrassed with welcome ecstasy. Sighting the pristine waters offered no challenge or apprehension of the event that were to come. Stepping out of the car was slightly overwhelming at first but soon the pine and algae became a sweet aroma. Within five minutes we were by the shore the older two were splashing around in the water like silly otter people. Soon they began to wade deeper and deeper into the water. I wasn't a strong swimmer, instead entertained myself by hopping from stone to stone. My goal was a large boulder on the other side of the river, I reached it within minutes. Gently I lowered my legs into the crisp water, dangling them until my sun-kissed skin began to …show more content…

I sat sputtering and coughing water for five minutes while my brother held tight to my shoulder. All around me was action but I was to tired to pay attention to any of it. My mother was reprimanding my sister in frantic tones, my father was trying understand what happened, and my brother kept asking over and over if I was alright. Candidly speaking I was exhausted and numb all over, with the exception of my ankle which was beginning to turn purple. My family helped me back across the rocks to the shore, there my mother waited with me until everything had been packed up. When everyone was ready to head back to the car my father came over to me knelt down, lifted me on his back and carried me to the car. I was very thankful for his help because I honestly don't think I could have walked all the way. However, it wasn't the event itself that stayed with me over the years but rather the risk I took. Every decision you make in life is a risk, all you can do is learn from the

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