Personal Narrative
Their last breathe
I take a seat on the cold stone bench of the arena. The rumble of the crowd fades into my head; the thick July air makes it hard to breathe. It is not my fight but my nerves acts as if it is, shaking in anticipation and fear. The competitors take their places on opposing ends of the field. I'm too far away to see their faces behind their masks but I can feel the adrenaline flow through my body and know that it doesn’t compare to what they must be feeling; knowing that this could be their last minutes alive. I wonder what they did to deserve this. Was it a crime of vengeance that earned them a spot in this place; or were they just an innocent slave that isn’t entitled to this harsh of sentence? One gladiator charges forward …show more content…
but I feel much more tired from the jet lag. It hasn’t quite set in that I’m in Rome, Italy. It just doesn’t seem real yet. We are headed to the coliseum; I can’t wait to take pictures of it because it’s such a famous landmark. We already have tickets so we skip the massive amount of tourist that have the same plan as we do. We are following our guide that I stopped listening to 10 minutes ago because of her strong Italian accent and speed of talking. The stonewalls are chipped and are as coarse as sandpaper. Time and Mother Nature has spotted the stones. Instantly, I am intrigued by the stories the walls have to tell. What has this place held? It smells of heavy summer heat and of must. The smell reminds me of my grandma’s old …show more content…
The high archways make it feel as if all eyes are in me as I walk in, even though everyone seems to be lost in their own thoughts. The sound of my camera clicking just reminded me that I forgot to turn my headset back on. Her voice seems slower now, “Do you see that cross directly across the floor from us?” she seems to be asking with a heavy heart, her voice is deeper and her eyes are filled with sadness. I look and see a cross that almost blends in with the column behind it, but now is extremely obvious “that the cross was put up to remind us of all the Christians that were killed by Nero
I take a seat on the cold stone bench of the arena. The rumble of the crowd fades into my head; the thick July air makes it hard to breathe. It is not my fight but my nerves acts as if it is, shaking in anticipation and fear. The competitors take their places on opposing ends of the field. I'm too far away to see their faces behind their masks but I can feel the adrenaline flow through my body and know that it doesn’t compare to what they must be feeling; knowing that this could be their last minutes alive. I wonder what they did to deserve this. Was it a crime of vengeance that earned them a spot in this place; or were they just an innocent slave that isn’t entitled to this harsh of sentence? One gladiator charges forward …show more content…
but I feel much more tired from the jet lag. It hasn’t quite set in that I’m in Rome, Italy. It just doesn’t seem real yet. We are headed to the coliseum; I can’t wait to take pictures of it because it’s such a famous landmark. We already have tickets so we skip the massive amount of tourist that have the same plan as we do. We are following our guide that I stopped listening to 10 minutes ago because of her strong Italian accent and speed of talking. The stonewalls are chipped and are as coarse as sandpaper. Time and Mother Nature has spotted the stones. Instantly, I am intrigued by the stories the walls have to tell. What has this place held? It smells of heavy summer heat and of must. The smell reminds me of my grandma’s old …show more content…
The high archways make it feel as if all eyes are in me as I walk in, even though everyone seems to be lost in their own thoughts. The sound of my camera clicking just reminded me that I forgot to turn my headset back on. Her voice seems slower now, “Do you see that cross directly across the floor from us?” she seems to be asking with a heavy heart, her voice is deeper and her eyes are filled with sadness. I look and see a cross that almost blends in with the column behind it, but now is extremely obvious “that the cross was put up to remind us of all the Christians that were killed by Nero