Narrative Essay - Learning About Myself

Learning About Myself

It was a hot, sunny day in the middle of July. The noontime air

was warm and steamy. I was tan and happy. My dad, my two sisters and I

were driving through Acadia National Park on Mount Desert Island, in Maine.

We stopped and parked at the foot of a mountain. The infamous Bubble Rock

rested at its peak. While reading the posted sign we learned how Bubble

Rock was formed by glaciers. This rock hung over the edge of the steep

mountain. Although the rock was quite stable, it looked like it would snap

off at any moment. I looked up and realized how much I wished I was

standing up on top of it. I decided to check out the trail that led into

the woods.

"I'll be back after I climb the mountain," I yelled as I walked

into the woods. I didn't really plan on climbing the mountain. My family

thought I was joking when I said that I was going to do it. Maybe I was.

I still do not know. Something about myself that I have learned is that

sometimes you do not know what to expect of me. I like to be spontaneous,

and I like a lot of excitement. My family can never tell what I am going

to do. That afternoon they might have been wondering exactly what they

should expect.

I did not want to go to the top of the mountain. It would take a

long time, and we wanted to go shopping and head back to our cabin before

it got too late. I walked into the woods and soon I was beside a lake

totally enveloped in fog. I was facing a rock wall. The blue dots on the

wall indicated that the trail went straight up. Wonderful memories rushed

into my head from from other rock climbing adventures. I have always loved

the rush I get from heights. I love the feeling I get when I have

accomplished something that has challenged me, the feeling I get when I

know a wrong move could be dangerous. With these memories in my head I

began climbing, and before I knew I was well on my way.