Personal Narrative: The AA Arena

As I walked closer to the entrance, my heart began pounding harder and harder. I could feel the sweat in my hands, as the time closer. Walking into the first room, I was grabbing my dad’s hand. I could feel my hands sweating almost like Niagara Falls. I tried to keep my eyes closed, but it would just make it worst. I slowly began to open them, and the creepy actors were everywhere. They yelled, and ran, all over the place. My fear just got worst.

Walking into the gym my smile grows larger every time. Smelling the chalk, I remember how far I’ve gotten and it brings me excitement every time. The sense of accomplishment I get as I walk in is surreal. I feel relaxed, calm, its everything I could ask for. The gym is really my happy place.

There is nothing more chaotic then the Miami Heat arena. In between the yelling, and singing my ears begin to burst. When the opposite team scores, the people yell to boo! When Miami Heat scores, the people go wild. When the game is done, it is time to go home. Walking down the stairs, people chanting and bumping in to you everywhere you go. The AA Arena is the true definition of chaotic.

Salar de Uyuni in Bolivia is completely desolate. As you walk and see the reflection of yourself against the salt, it is like there is no one else in the world but you. You continue to walk, yet
We ask ourselves every day. I believe the ideal paradise is the beach. Waking up at 9:30am to jump on your yacht and hit the ocean. Your captain is great, making the atmosphere homey. Your chef does anything you ask. As you get closer to around 11:00am it is shark feeding time. They take you to where nerf sharks and sting rays are to swim around (it is completely safe). As the day continues you go snorkeling with manatees, seahorses, and of course swimming with the dolphins. When it’s time to go, you will ride back just looking at the clear sea. Forgetting about all your problems, and just enjoying. You are relaxed, and simply living in