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Personal Narrative: My Memory Of Being At Willamete

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When I was 5 years old, my whole family (on my mom’s side); me, my parents, my two older sisters, my oldest cousin and my grandparents, would go to this place in Oregon called Willamette Foothills. Of what I can remember, it was a beautiful place where you could hike and swim. My memory of Willamette is pretty foggy, but I do remember this one spot we use to stop at and swim. It was a pretty decent sized swimming hole and it was very beautiful and always warm but the center of the swimming hole always terrified me. It looked deep, although I’m not sure if it actually was. It, however, was scary dark and I had a very vivid imagination at the time since I was very young, so you can imagine what thoughts came to my head whenever I looked down there. Thoughts such as, a giant eel; long, slimy and black, and sharks. …show more content…

I was always around the edges by the pebbly shore. Although, this one time, I faced my fears; well actually I was more or less forced too. There was cliff above the darkness that you could jump off of and into the water, my oldest sister and cousin went off it all the time, and me? Well I was terrified. But the last time I can remember of being at Willamette was the day my cousin threw me off the cliff and I landed straight into the darkness of the mysterious hole. I’m pretty sure I died, especially since I can't recall what happened after that. I think everything after that day has just been one giant dream and I haven't actually been alive. Not really, but I still can’t remember what happened when I got out. I know I freaked out and thought I saw something down there when I was thrown, and I had a couple nightmares about it. Even though I’m alot older since that event happened, I have a feeling that if I ever go back to that swimming hole with the creepy black hole in Willamette, it’s most likely I will probably look at it the same way I did when I was a kid; terrified and vividly

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