Personal Narrative On Smoky Mountain
What would I say when I meet them? Would they still be the same? Would they remember me? All these thoughts had whirled around in my head on the ride to our hotel on Smoky Mountain. My parents and I were on our way to Smoky Mountain on a vacation with our friends from Canada. There were 3 adults who were Shital, Alex, and Jinal and 3 kids who were Alay (15 years old), Pearl (7 years old), and Sophie (6 years old). As the car screeched to a stop, I took a deep, shuddering breath and helped tote our bags inside. As soon as I stepped into the brightly lit hotel, my vision was suddenly obscured by a bunch of frizzy hair. It was my mom’s friend from Canada, Shital. She had sped across the room and squeezed me so tight, I felt as if my lungs were
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As I headed toward my room to sleep, I saw my dad’s towering figure approach me.
“We are going on a long uphill hike tomorrow and the a lot of people have decided not the come,” my dad informed, “It is your choice if you want to come on the hike.” With that, he turned and walked back to where everybody else …show more content…
I gazed at the peaceful and calming landscape around me. The trees reached toward the sky, and the grass was rich and green with flowers dotting the landscape with different hues. After a while, my shirt was drenched with sweat and the hot, humid air irked my skin. I continued walking, telling myself I could do it as my muscles ached and burned.
Eventually, we reached the top. The breathtaking view made the difficult and tiring journey worth it. The water gushed down the waterfall, continuing down the stream, occasionally bumping into rocks. I let out a satisfied sigh as I dipped my feet in the cold water.
When we started hiking down, I felt like collapsing. The trail seemed to never end. “I can do it,” I encouraged myself as I continued. Each step made my feet sting, but we finally made it to the bottom of the mountain. I collapsed on the soft, comfy, inviting seat of the car. Sitting down felt as pleasant as diving into a pool on a hot summer day. This hike was more important than I realized, I reflected on the way back. Instead of just proving Alay wrong, I had learned that if I tried really hard, I could achieve anything I wanted to. This was one lesson that I would remember my entire
As I headed toward my room to sleep, I saw my dad’s towering figure approach me.
“We are going on a long uphill hike tomorrow and the a lot of people have decided not the come,” my dad informed, “It is your choice if you want to come on the hike.” With that, he turned and walked back to where everybody else …show more content…
I gazed at the peaceful and calming landscape around me. The trees reached toward the sky, and the grass was rich and green with flowers dotting the landscape with different hues. After a while, my shirt was drenched with sweat and the hot, humid air irked my skin. I continued walking, telling myself I could do it as my muscles ached and burned.
Eventually, we reached the top. The breathtaking view made the difficult and tiring journey worth it. The water gushed down the waterfall, continuing down the stream, occasionally bumping into rocks. I let out a satisfied sigh as I dipped my feet in the cold water.
When we started hiking down, I felt like collapsing. The trail seemed to never end. “I can do it,” I encouraged myself as I continued. Each step made my feet sting, but we finally made it to the bottom of the mountain. I collapsed on the soft, comfy, inviting seat of the car. Sitting down felt as pleasant as diving into a pool on a hot summer day. This hike was more important than I realized, I reflected on the way back. Instead of just proving Alay wrong, I had learned that if I tried really hard, I could achieve anything I wanted to. This was one lesson that I would remember my entire