How To Write A Narrative Essay About Fishing

Arriving at the campsite on Friday night and finding some peace and tranquility. Early on Saturday morning wakening up in comfort wrapped around my sleeping bag like a burrito; layer after layer of blankets. Waking up in the morning starting to change clothes as I hear breeze going through the trees. It’s too tranquil in the morning outside, that the sound of the insects is almost too loud. When I finished dressing, I start to walk out of the RV and smell the fresh rich air. Then I catch a glimpse of my dad with a fishing rod. My father picks up the tackle box and is ready to go fishing. On the way he takes his hat and before he starts walking away, he saw me he said, “Hey, be careful, y no hagas nada estúpido.” I just nod my head slightly up and down and start walking from the RV to the table outside and ask him, “Can I go with you dad?” He looks at me and

“It takes patience and have to wait for the right time. The fish can’t rush you have to let it come.” “Okay I guess I’ll be more patient next time.” “It starting to get dark, let’s go back to the RV your mom is waiting for us.” “Yes, I’m starting to get hungry!” On our way back we grab a few wood sticks for the fire on a chill night. I wrap my arms around myself and enjoy the smell of the campfire smoke with the windy, crackling, and popping sound. It gets darker and darker every minute and the fire is fading away gradually. After patiently waiting on this windy cool night, I get to see the sky shine shimmer once again.

It was Easter Sunday morning, always waking up on a cool morning on the campsite. Starting the morning by collecting some wood and starting a fire, then starting to heat up the milk for some hot chocolate. As the milk heats, I go get a sweater and relax on by the fire. Once the milk is ready I get my hot chocolate ready and walk to the side of the lake. It’s the best feeling in the world to wake up on a Sunday