Personal Narrative: My Trip To New York City

You know those dreams you have where you’re falling, and then suddenly wake up in a fright? Nobody likes those dreams, but I was hoping that I would pop awake from the nightmare I had in NYC. I was visiting New York with my 8th grade class on an end-of-the-year trip. We had just been to Washington D.C., and drove for a long 4 hours to New York City. We got to our hotel, and our teachers let us go to bed right away. In the morning, the tour began. It was fun for the first half of the day, until we went to Central Park. I loved the scenery and the feel to the huge park in the middle of the bustling city, and I was excited to go on a bike ride around the park. I bike often on the bike trail next to the beach, so I thought of going with the advanced group. Little did I know there were lots of hills on our path. I felt like stopping and sitting down on the side of the road multiple times, since the drive was just too long. I had even lost sight of the group once and used my natural instincts to catch up once again. Another time, I fell over on my bike, and no one in my group really “helped” me. At least Mr. Sigler asked if I was ok. “I’m ok,” I responded with a hint

It was always a little over the normal level, but when I was in a crowded space with lots of noise, it would shoot up, and take a while to fall back down. The street of NYC were packed, and Times Square was a while away. The noise and the crowded space left me in a daze. I wasn’t paying attention to much, and my eyes were glistening with tears. My real self had retracted into my subconscious. My body was on autopilot. Since I was not aware of much, or too aware of everything else to be paying attention, I was almost hit by a biker. He was coming at me at such high speeds, that instead of breaking, his wheel popped up and was inches away from my face. I ran quickly away before the wheel hit me hard on the shoulder. I was not hit physically, but