Personal Narrative: The Grand Canyon

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I place my hands on my hips and breathe deeply from the last stretch of the hike. I take in my view. The canyon valley and ridges loom over me. I have traveled through most of the continental United States, but all of the mountains and rivers disappear as soon as I see the multicolored rock glowing hues of red and purple in the setting sun. The Grand Canyon is my sanctuary. Through all of my struggles and triumphs, I always remember to take time to visit my favorite ridge, whether it be in person or through memories or fantasies. My first memory of the Grand Canyon does not do my sanctuary justice. At five years old, I was filled with curiosity and wonder at how something as large as the ridges and valleys below me could exist. The only word running through my mind was unfathomable. Although it was such a big word for a small kid, I said it with confidence. I enjoyed learning and the Grand Canyon piqued an interest in me that grows to this day. …show more content…

People fight and parents fight more than they should. To escape, I created my happy place. I always imagine myself looking over the edge of the ridge contemplating what would happen if I hiked down one of the trails. What would happen if I walked through my happy place forever? Would I be content, or would I be faced with an external conflict rather than an internal one? In times of struggle, for example, when my parents contemplated divorce, I picture myself hiking down the rocky trails and creating a new life far away from all of the drama and

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