Personal Narrative: My Trip To Lookout Mountain

Leave it to my parents to talk me into waking up at the crack of dawn to go on a hiking trip through Rock City in Lookout Mountain, Georgia. We were going to go see the spot on Lookout Mountain where you can see seven states from. Of course to get there involved hiking through caves and narrow rock passage ways.
So on that warm summer morning my family joined by my cousin Nikki, who was visiting for the summer from New York, piled into my mom’s minivan once again for another weekend road trip. I was barely wake for half of the ride there because I went back to sleep as soon as I got into the car. After several hours of driving and a quick Starbucks break, we finally arrived at Rock City. I shuffled out of the car with a Starbucks Frappuccino hand and slid my sunglasses down over my eyes to block out the rays of
I found a video my mom had filmed of me crossing the wooden bridge. After watching it, I realized that those bridges were kind of like life. Both of the bridges got you to your end destination, but it was up to you to choose which one to take. One bridge is sturdy, safe, and predictable and the other is rickety, risky, and unpredictable. I could have picked the safe bridge, but then I probably won’t have a story to tell or have a video to watch. In life you make the choice on which path you take just like the bridges. If you pick the safe, predictable path you’ll miss out on a lot of things. You’ll never put yourself out there. You’ll never ask that girl or guy you like out because you don’t want your heart broken or never try to publish the novel you wrote because of fear of rejection. I realized that night that life is too short to always take the safe path. When I’m at the end of life I don’t want to think back on the life I lived and have a million what ifs. Sometimes you have to face your fears and cross that rickety wooden