Personal Narrative Essay: Paintballing
“Come on Haley are you going to go paintballing with us or not? “ my mother invited with slight anger in her voice.
“Yes I will go with you but it’s on you if I get hurt.” I jokingly respond. I made the choice to go paintballing because I’ve always wanted the experience to go and to prove to my mother that it’s dangerous.
We drive down a narrow gravel road to a big grassy field with a small shack near the parking lot. I take a nice deep breath through my nose and smell the country fresh crisp air. My McKenzie and I head to the shack and order our guns and helmets. We put on our helmet and head to the field to play the next game of paintball. Inside it felt like there were butterflies trying to bust out of my stomach.
The leader splits us into teams. McKenzie’s on my team and we run to behind a barrel. I hear my heart pounce at every beat once I hear the starting whistle blow. “BANG ! BANG !” I hear as trained soldiers are heading to shoot me with a gun. “THUMP ! THUD ! “ as paintballs hit my only shelter. I look through a firing hole and aim for a lady in purple sweatpants. “Agh, “ I heard my target yelled in agony. I then felt that paintballing is actually really fun , especially the shooting part. …show more content…
It looked as if there was a war going on and instead of bullets the soldiers used colors. This game is really fun I thought. “SPLAT “ everything goes black for what seems like an eternity. I fall back on the ground right after a paintball nailed me in the head right above my eyes. “OWW!” I scream in despair.
“Oh my gosh, Haley are you okay?” McKenzie asks sprinting to where I was , “ Right before you got hit I was shot in the
“Yes I will go with you but it’s on you if I get hurt.” I jokingly respond. I made the choice to go paintballing because I’ve always wanted the experience to go and to prove to my mother that it’s dangerous.
We drive down a narrow gravel road to a big grassy field with a small shack near the parking lot. I take a nice deep breath through my nose and smell the country fresh crisp air. My McKenzie and I head to the shack and order our guns and helmets. We put on our helmet and head to the field to play the next game of paintball. Inside it felt like there were butterflies trying to bust out of my stomach.
The leader splits us into teams. McKenzie’s on my team and we run to behind a barrel. I hear my heart pounce at every beat once I hear the starting whistle blow. “BANG ! BANG !” I hear as trained soldiers are heading to shoot me with a gun. “THUMP ! THUD ! “ as paintballs hit my only shelter. I look through a firing hole and aim for a lady in purple sweatpants. “Agh, “ I heard my target yelled in agony. I then felt that paintballing is actually really fun , especially the shooting part. …show more content…
It looked as if there was a war going on and instead of bullets the soldiers used colors. This game is really fun I thought. “SPLAT “ everything goes black for what seems like an eternity. I fall back on the ground right after a paintball nailed me in the head right above my eyes. “OWW!” I scream in despair.
“Oh my gosh, Haley are you okay?” McKenzie asks sprinting to where I was , “ Right before you got hit I was shot in the