One Hit Wonder (Personal Narrative)
The summer before 6th grade, the story below took place. At school, everyone wrote personal narratives, and recorded them. Mine is below.
Remember Your Flashlight!
Last Summer, I lost my sister in the woods. I remember it clear as day, even though it was nearing night time when it happened. I was on a vacation, in a vast forest near Lake Tahoe. A boiling hot summer day here had just occurred, but now most of my family (on my mothers side) was sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows. A six year cousin of mine was pointing his flashlight at everyone bellowing “Suspects! Ha Ha!” He was most likely hopped up on soda. Then another cousin, a girl, invited my sister and I to go around “The Loop” with her. She has been camping here most often than I, and she knows about a loop that goes to her campsite and back around to ours. My sister and I accepted.
We were walking and talking peacefully until she looked back and saw my younger cousin chasing us. Walking turned into running, and talking turned into yelling. My sister, my cousin and I were running around the loop until he jumped in front of us! “RAHR!” he yelled as he waved his flashlight around as if signaling something. We ran behind so he wouldn’t catch us. All of a sudden I noticed that, my sister wasn’t next to me anymore. All I could see or hear was my older cousin running to. I motioned her to stop, and she panted “Where’s your sister?” I replied “That’s why I stopped.”
We and I slowed our run to a walk. I was still sweating from running so much. We kept going until we saw my campsite. We told everyone the dreaded thing that happened. Everyone looked terrified because the kids ran in circles and the adults ran to different sides of the loop calling my sister's name. I could tell I was scared because my cousins look up to me for what I do. I decided I did my my fair share of running, so I sat down, still sweating, took a skewer, and impaled a marshmallow.
Anytime someone came back, I yelled “Did you find anything!?!” It was always the same answer, “No.” after some thinking, I decided the answer would stop being “No.” I went to look for her myself. I still remember my great aunt enforcing, “Remember your flashlight!” before I left. I started running but I was paused by almost running into one of my cousins. They were telling me, “We found her! We found her!” Just then, I saw my sister in my mother’s arms. Mom told me, “She was in another person’s campsite. They are so nice!” I hugged my sister like I had just won the lottery. I told her, “It’s OK. I get lost sometimes too.” Just goes to show you if you’re lost, stay where you are. Now I know I’m not the only person who gets lost.
Remember Your Flashlight!
Last Summer, I lost my sister in the woods. I remember it clear as day, even though it was nearing night time when it happened. I was on a vacation, in a vast forest near Lake Tahoe. A boiling hot summer day here had just occurred, but now most of my family (on my mothers side) was sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows. A six year cousin of mine was pointing his flashlight at everyone bellowing “Suspects! Ha Ha!” He was most likely hopped up on soda. Then another cousin, a girl, invited my sister and I to go around “The Loop” with her. She has been camping here most often than I, and she knows about a loop that goes to her campsite and back around to ours. My sister and I accepted.
We were walking and talking peacefully until she looked back and saw my younger cousin chasing us. Walking turned into running, and talking turned into yelling. My sister, my cousin and I were running around the loop until he jumped in front of us! “RAHR!” he yelled as he waved his flashlight around as if signaling something. We ran behind so he wouldn’t catch us. All of a sudden I noticed that, my sister wasn’t next to me anymore. All I could see or hear was my older cousin running to. I motioned her to stop, and she panted “Where’s your sister?” I replied “That’s why I stopped.”
We and I slowed our run to a walk. I was still sweating from running so much. We kept going until we saw my campsite. We told everyone the dreaded thing that happened. Everyone looked terrified because the kids ran in circles and the adults ran to different sides of the loop calling my sister's name. I could tell I was scared because my cousins look up to me for what I do. I decided I did my my fair share of running, so I sat down, still sweating, took a skewer, and impaled a marshmallow.
Anytime someone came back, I yelled “Did you find anything!?!” It was always the same answer, “No.” after some thinking, I decided the answer would stop being “No.” I went to look for her myself. I still remember my great aunt enforcing, “Remember your flashlight!” before I left. I started running but I was paused by almost running into one of my cousins. They were telling me, “We found her! We found her!” Just then, I saw my sister in my mother’s arms. Mom told me, “She was in another person’s campsite. They are so nice!” I hugged my sister like I had just won the lottery. I told her, “It’s OK. I get lost sometimes too.” Just goes to show you if you’re lost, stay where you are. Now I know I’m not the only person who gets lost.