A Narrative Essay About A Hero

Hero...What does that mean? Quality…Inspirational…Unique…That’s what I think anyways...They tell me to be a “Do-Gooder,” whatever that means. We all picked someone we love or care about that lives in Michigan. I picked someone that I obviously care and love for. I do love and care for my mom, grandma, and my whole family, and my friends, but I picked this particular person. They have been there for me since I was born.
This person loves and cares for me. This person is always there for me when I need him unless he is out of town. He has been there for me since day one. He always tries to make people laugh, but he also can be stern. He made me and my sister a raft for the lake last year when we went to Wisconsin to go school shopping for the seventh and fourth grade. When we came back home, on that long and boring 3 hour ride back home, we drove past a gas station and I saw something.

It had a yellow slide and what looked like a diving board. I said to my mom and sister, “What is that in the water?” My mom said she didn’t know, but I know she was up to something. She said that I looked on her phone and seen it on her messages, but I didn’t. We got to our camper, at Buck's Marina, my little sister and I ran to our dad and asked him, “What is was that thing in the water?” He said it was our raft. We got our swimming suits on and went in the water. My dad came with, it was fun. We would go on it about everyday, when it was nice and not rainy or cold. We would put soap on the yellow, dirty, but bright, slide and we would go down fast. I would go on my back and stomach once and awhile. Jumpoff the diving board hundreds of