Narrative Essay On A Trip

My family and I have always enjoyed traveling, and every few years we go on a trip abroad. When I was in fifth grade, we went to Belize. For the second half of our trip, we were on an island in Glovers Reef. The island was primitive, with huts, and it was about half of a mile long. This was not an issue, though; there were multiple fun activities for us to try every day. One morning, Rachel and I decided to try scuba diving. We would have to go to classes, though, unlike any previous activity. Classes were scheduled to last for about three hours and would cover multiple concepts. Safety was the most important. We learned our oxygen tanks had to be constantly monitored in order to ensure enough air would always be present. In addition,

It was very quiet, I could only hear the sound of my own breathing. The idea of following the chain into the dark did not seem inviting, I did not know what we would encounter. I felt disoriented, I was surrounded by nothing water. Despite this, I was still breathing. However, I felt as if I wasn't getting enough air. I tried to remember the instructions from our lessons, I needed to calm down. The sensation of breathing underwater seemed wrong, I knew something bad was going to happen. These thoughts made me panic. The guide wrote me a note, “Take slow, deep breaths.” I tried to calm myself down, yet the deeper and darker we went, the less I was able to get comfortable. I started to feel as if I wasn't getting any air at all. The guide looked at me and I pointed up. I needed real air. I needed out. Once the guide realized I was beginning to panic, she decided it was best to take me to the boat. She wrote a note to Rachel, saying, “Wait here, I'll be back soon.” We crept up the chain. It was a slow and painful process. We had to let our ears adjust on the way up as well, but the whole time, I felt as if I couldn't breathe. My heart was racing and my hands were shaking. I couldn't breathe, and the more I thought about it, the less I could take a good breath of

I could breathe, but I was missing out on an adventure. Time slowly passed, but finally, I saw them break through the surface. They got onto the boat and told me about everything they saw, from lion-fish to stingrays. I felt sad. I had missed out. We made our way back to the island and saw our parents waiting for us on the beach. They waved and we waved back, but for me, it wasn't a happy return. I was embarrassed that I wasn't able to scuba dive. I wanted to be adventurous, but I felt as if I'd let them down. The guide explained to me it was nothing to be embarrassed about, yet I was still disappointed in my lack of bravery. Over the years, I have came to realize that bravery isn't measured by ability. I wasn't able to get comfortable breathing underwater. The new sensation wasn't natural and I wasn't able to handle it. I was upset after we got back to the island, but after that, I tried everything else I could. This trip was something I'll remember forever, which is far more important than one difficulty I