Personal Narrative: Bay Of Fundy
“Ahhh!” I yelped, losing my balance in the knee-deep goop of the Bay of Fundy.
“Woah, you better watch out. You don’t know who’s out to getcha!” Jonathan hollered back over his shoulder with a chuckle.
Regaining my balance with a little, “hmph”, I made a mental note to watch where I put my feet in the future. But, of course, even that wasn’t enough for my supreme clumsiness. Before even twenty seconds had ticked by, I tripped once more, this time nose-diving right into Jonathan’s back, nearly toppling him over with me.
He responded with an irritated, “Hey!”, as he stumbled a little himself.
Uh oh, I thought, but it was already too late. Before I could make my getaway, he was balanced enough for his first instinct to kick in, poking and …show more content…
Either that, or you’re wondering what in the world it is. Well, until I actually got into the muck, I was definitely the latter of the two. It was another family vacation, like the ones we have practically every single year. But this vacation was a bit different. Pretty much the whole trip of this particular vacation was spent none other than… on the car. For an entire 48 hours. But it was totally worth it.
The Bay of Fundy was no ordinary mud puddle. Every square inch of the place was filled completely and utterly with thick, slimy, muck. It may seem a bit gross to you, but to me, it was like heaven had somehow made its way back down here in the form of the most exquisite, squishy, mud I had ever seen. Think about it- an entire field of pure fun. So of course, my brother and I were in it before you could even blink. Attempting to splash through it, we floundered through the thick mud as efficiently as fish on dry land. Picking up handfuls of the good stuff and flinging it at each other like hard-packed snowballs, it felt like we were two again.
I miss the days when Jon and I could go out and play on any given day, without a care in the world. But that’s what family vacations are for; a time to drop all our busy schedules stress, forget our differences, and just have
“Woah, you better watch out. You don’t know who’s out to getcha!” Jonathan hollered back over his shoulder with a chuckle.
Regaining my balance with a little, “hmph”, I made a mental note to watch where I put my feet in the future. But, of course, even that wasn’t enough for my supreme clumsiness. Before even twenty seconds had ticked by, I tripped once more, this time nose-diving right into Jonathan’s back, nearly toppling him over with me.
He responded with an irritated, “Hey!”, as he stumbled a little himself.
Uh oh, I thought, but it was already too late. Before I could make my getaway, he was balanced enough for his first instinct to kick in, poking and …show more content…
Either that, or you’re wondering what in the world it is. Well, until I actually got into the muck, I was definitely the latter of the two. It was another family vacation, like the ones we have practically every single year. But this vacation was a bit different. Pretty much the whole trip of this particular vacation was spent none other than… on the car. For an entire 48 hours. But it was totally worth it.
The Bay of Fundy was no ordinary mud puddle. Every square inch of the place was filled completely and utterly with thick, slimy, muck. It may seem a bit gross to you, but to me, it was like heaven had somehow made its way back down here in the form of the most exquisite, squishy, mud I had ever seen. Think about it- an entire field of pure fun. So of course, my brother and I were in it before you could even blink. Attempting to splash through it, we floundered through the thick mud as efficiently as fish on dry land. Picking up handfuls of the good stuff and flinging it at each other like hard-packed snowballs, it felt like we were two again.
I miss the days when Jon and I could go out and play on any given day, without a care in the world. But that’s what family vacations are for; a time to drop all our busy schedules stress, forget our differences, and just have