Personal Narrative: My First Trip To Idaho

It was a nice ordinary warm morning or so I thought. My mother had been thinking of moving for the past year, but she never really got around to it until that day when she told me and my younger sister at breakfast that we were moving to Idaho. I was very shocked and confused. It was only a few weeks ago that we went to visit Idaho to see if we liked the state. There were so many thoughts buzzing through my head such as what am I going to tell my friends and how much longer do I have to say goodbye to everyone before I never see them again. I also thought why Idaho, what was so special about the little potato state. I liked it in California. All my friends were here, this is where I grew up, and all our relatives lived here as well. Even though my family had moved around California many times before this move, Idaho was something new altogether.

A toast to a place above all the rest, this place though odd has captured my heart. I know this isn’t a conventional Burns supper toast, or even a real toast at all. But as I was thinking about which toast I wanted to give; I realized that there was only one place that I wanted to talk about. So firstly, I would like to ask you guys have you ever been to a place that makes you feel happy. A place that even at the mention of its name, you can’t help but think of happy memories you had there. The place that does that for me is the Black Hills of South Dakota. I spent my summer working at a campground in the heart of the Black Hills. So here’s a toast to the Black Hills and all of its natural beauty.

I walked down the hallway, pacing myself. I was expecting someone to shriek in horror or someone to push me to the ground. To my surprise, everyone just kept on talking and ignored me. A couple of kids glanced in my direction and smirked at me. My best friend gushed at how cool my glasses were. My teacher didn't even glance at me twice when he told me to sit down.

I can not describe how shocked I am at the moment. During the whole trip from Independence to the Kansas River, Abigail was becoming increasingly impatient. She felt more and more ill by the minute, and described her pain as feeling exceedingly nauseous and lightheaded. Soon after, her poor weak body could not walk any longer. She was incredibly unstable on her feet, and that is when she fully tripped and slammed onto the ground. Everything happened so fast… yet so slow. I felt like I have just fainted myself! Dan is checking up on her, and thankfully her heart is still beating, but it’s beating abnormally. He hopes to figure out exactly what is wrong with her.

Holding my breathe, I fiddled with my pencil until a girl sat next to me, looking as frightened as I was. This was it! This was my chance to make my first friend in middle school! With all the bravery in my awkward being, I inhaled, turned to my side, and said,”Hello!” She looked back at me and in that time, it felt as if time had stopped and that her answer was just so painful to wait for. What if she thought I was weird or too hyper? However, when she turned around she welcomed me with a smile and I never felt even more empowered in my life. I also never knew I would find someone who had the same interests as I. We laughed about super smash bros and related to the struggles of our

Former president Theodore Roosevelt had much to say about wilderness, and what it can reveal. “There is a delight in the hardy life of the open. There is no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm.” They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. For some they have a dislike for the wilderness and prefer an urban setting, while other love, live, and breath it in various degrees.

My family and I went to Colorado Spring for christmas break. We packed up all of our stuff then we put it all in the car. When we got done putting all of our stuff in the car we left we got on the highway. As soon as we got on the highway I took a nap. I woke up when we were in Colorado we were almost there. I was talking to my parents until we stop to get gas. I sat in the car until my dad got done filling the car up. We drove for a little bit and we were in Colorado Springs. We drove to my Aunt's house when we got there I took my stuff in the room I stay in. My cousin came from downstairs and said “Hi ” then he went back downstairs. My aunt put on a movie to all watch together. My grandma was cooking something for all of to eat when the movies was over I went to the kitchen to eat. I went to the kitchen table to talk to my dad. When my dad got done eating We heard a knock on the door we answered it and it was on of my uncles and aunts then my cousins walked in.

I expected to go to North Dakota and be bored out of my mind. I thought that we were going to be fishing on a boat for 8-10 hours a day. I am a very impatient person so sitting on a boat in the middle of a lake, not being able to swim because there are hooks in the water sounds absolutely terrible to me. That is exactly what had happened the year before, and it seemed like i was on that boat for years.

Low battery. Exactly the two words I didn’t want to see right now. While on our annual trip to Kansas we are in Brian's truck heading out to the corn fields to shoot our limits of geese and ducks. Waiting for this trip every year is like going through pregnancy. You wait 9 months for it and when it finally comes your whole life changes.

We are going to Georgia for summer, we are going to go to Amicalola Falls. I live in New York City so i am not used to Georgia. When I got there it was late outside sso we had a fire with my cousin and my uncle an aunt.

In the film My Own Private Idaho by Gus Van Sant’s the movie has the power to transform one’s political sensibilities by looking over the model that is being shown in the film in the personal identity and the using factor of

I am the youngest cousin on my mom’s side of the family. Older than me there are two boys, not including my brother, and six girls. Since there aren’t very many of us, I am very close with all of them, but I have always been extra close with one of my oldest girl cousins Michelle. I am about fifteen years younger than Michelle, but she always somehow knew how to include me in everything the “big kids” were doing when I was younger. When I found out she was getting married, I was so incredibly excited. Not only did this mean a trip to Arizona for ten year old me, but also a big party with all my family. So after saying all this you can only imagine my excitement when she asked me to be a Junior Bridesmaid in her wedding. I was ten and she was

This past summer I got to go to the sunshine state, Florida USA! It was a long trip down there but it was totally worth it! When we got there, we stopped in Fort Walton Beach so we could stop at a hotel and rest for the night. Then the next day we were off to Tampa!

The beams of sunlight were poking through the sparse amount of clouds. The sun was just peaking up over rolling hills of Tennessee, I was taking in the panorama. A handful of high school pupils and I were on a bus heading to our next destination on the roster of universities that we were to tour. The bus was teeming with a goulash of diverse individuals. The seats were a very bristly material, that scratched and pricked with every movement. I leaned over to communicate with my companion, Alex, who was sitting across the aisle. I uttered a couple of words when it happened, the moment that had such a profound effect on me. The girl seated in front of me turned around and said,"Shhhhhhh." After that, my other friend Matt added,"Yeah you're being super loud." The feeling hit me like a wave crashing on the shore. I sunk back into my seat in a very sullen matter. After that, I remained nonvocal for a protracted amount of time. That's when the thoughts arose. "What if she doesn't like me?,"What if I'm always too loud?" Feelings of insecurity wouldn't subside. I aimed to be more close-mouthed, and soft spoken so I didn't aggravate or bother anyone. I tried to secure my place in the world as someone who’s only purpose was to please

As a child, I was so crippled by my shyness that whenever an adult (a waiter or a friend’s parent) would ask me a question, I would whisper my reply into my best friend’s ear. She served as an interpreter, or my spokesperson. By upper