Personal Narrative-Spring Lake Park
Spring Lake Park
Splintering wind crashes over our rosy cheeks as we speed down Darby Ln. Splitting into different roads to see who could get to the park faster. I can feel the freshly paved roads pass under me as I briskly turn into the park. A rush flows through my body when I see that no one is here.
“I’ve done it again,” I breath out as I mark my point. So I perch on the lone bench that is surrounded by the ever-changing trees and close my eyes. The distant whisper of birds chirping as they migrate, the soft rustle of leaves on the gravel. This is my hideaway. I can feel it. Once I hear the slamming brakes of my rambunctious brother, I shoot up and sprint to them. “How’d you get here first?” Denis, out of breath, asks. “I tell you every time that my way is faster!” I laugh. …show more content…
By the time all three of us arrive we’re riding our small bikes in circles around the wide parking lot.
“Be careful!” Christina yelled, “Do you see that turtle?”
“We should put it back in the lake” Denis suggested.
“Don’t hurt it,” Christina warned, “They can bite.”
“Do you guys see that guy by the lake?” I asked. A tall man dressed in black is standing, with sunglasses, arms crossed at the other side of the glistening pond.
“Yeah, I think he’s watching us” Christina whispered.
“You two are totally freaking out,” Denis sighed, clearly not bothered “we live in the safest neighborhood ever.” I give him a straight glare.
“No one else is in the parking lot except him” I whispered, “maybe we should go
Splintering wind crashes over our rosy cheeks as we speed down Darby Ln. Splitting into different roads to see who could get to the park faster. I can feel the freshly paved roads pass under me as I briskly turn into the park. A rush flows through my body when I see that no one is here.
“I’ve done it again,” I breath out as I mark my point. So I perch on the lone bench that is surrounded by the ever-changing trees and close my eyes. The distant whisper of birds chirping as they migrate, the soft rustle of leaves on the gravel. This is my hideaway. I can feel it. Once I hear the slamming brakes of my rambunctious brother, I shoot up and sprint to them. “How’d you get here first?” Denis, out of breath, asks. “I tell you every time that my way is faster!” I laugh. …show more content…
By the time all three of us arrive we’re riding our small bikes in circles around the wide parking lot.
“Be careful!” Christina yelled, “Do you see that turtle?”
“We should put it back in the lake” Denis suggested.
“Don’t hurt it,” Christina warned, “They can bite.”
“Do you guys see that guy by the lake?” I asked. A tall man dressed in black is standing, with sunglasses, arms crossed at the other side of the glistening pond.
“Yeah, I think he’s watching us” Christina whispered.
“You two are totally freaking out,” Denis sighed, clearly not bothered “we live in the safest neighborhood ever.” I give him a straight glare.
“No one else is in the parking lot except him” I whispered, “maybe we should go