Our Last Ride- Personal Narrative
It was a beautiful summer’s day. The sun hung directly overhead, blazing down fiercely on us. I lounged back across the gleaming trampoline of my boat, a Hoby 365. Around me Jamie and Steve lay too, taking in the impressive scene. There was not a cloud in the sky and the sea was passive and serene.
The air blew gently past in a warm breeze. It smelt of the sea, yet more like a seafood salad then the wretch of a fishmonger. In the distance, seabirds squawked and the sound of porpoises could be heard.
The loosely restrained sail flapped gently in the breeze; it was like a hand waving goodbye to the shore we were drifting away from. The wood tan hulls of the Hobycat,
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At the head of the boat rested Jamie, his tangled chestnut hair covering his pale green eyes. His gangly arms were burnt due to the many times he had forgotten his sun cream; his mismatched purple and canary socks shone out from beneath his faded jeans.
Next to him, Mark stood out. His face was relaxed; his neat blonde hair was cropped short front, back and sides. All his clothes were matching and perfectly practical for sailing. He was Jamie’s biological twin, yet a complete opposite in everything except their shared, pale green eyes.
They were my two best friends, the three of us enjoying a last boat ride together before we split, each destined for a different university.
All of a sudden I noticed the wind was getting up. Around us the air felt colder and the sky had darkened; menacing grey clouds were now moving into view.
Just then something caught my eye. There was a disparity in the water, something I found rather unnerving.
“Jamie!” I exclaimed, my finger pointing out to sea,” What on earth is
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The current created by the pier we were headed towards. Straight towards.
A sense of panic set in. How could we avoid the current? What if we couldn’t?
Mark started screaming out orders.
“Pete,” he shouted to me, “try to turn the rudder.”
“Jamie. Get up and hold the sail steady.
Yet it was too late. The current had pulled us in.
With a gut wrenching lurch, our boat was spun sideways. The current started puling stronger; it was now in complete control.
Within seconds our boat was flat up against the pier. There was an undercurrent running beneath the main pier which was dragging us in. The mast, however, was caught, and would not budge. We were stuck
Thoughts and feelings flashed through my mind. Thoughts of problems and solutions, each one as crazy as the next. Most of all though was the feeling of fear.Not just how would we get out alright, but would we?
My thoughts were interrupted by a terrible cracking sound. The mast’s base was splitting. It was going to fall. All twenty feet of it.
“Jamie and Mark,” I shouted instinctively,” get to the ends of
As I stepped off the plane, I felt a dry desert breeze wrap around me and breathed in the smoggy, dusty air. My family and I managed to make our way through...
I cracked opened the French glass doors that led out to my balcony and was immediately hit by a wave of cool air that been saturated with a powerful stench of ozone and pine. I could also hear the sounds of the trees atop Mt. Harrison groaning as they aggressively swayed back-and-forth as wave-after-wave of upcoming gales rushed down the hillsides sweeping their way through them.
Have you ever felt the rushing wind on your face while spiraling through the air? Well if so, then you have probably been on a roller coaster. This October was the first time that I have been on a roller coaster. Traveling with a group of friends, went to the Haunt Night at Worlds of Fun. It was quite an thrilling experience. There were zombies and goblins prowling around, waiting to give you a scare. When we were on our way I was nervous, but excited. As we all trudged up, Keeshawn, Paige, Makenna, Cooper, Katie, and I went to the first ride, The Patriot.
Something also went on in my mind. The ironic smell of the natural air. That freighted me. Another reason for others to believe that nothing was wrong. But something was definitely going on.
Little did I know at the time, but this was going to be the longest bus ride of my life. A bus ride that was going to take me halfway across the state of California, it was going to feel like I was traveling through the last four years of my troubled teen life.
Ride’s journey began when she was just a college student attending Stanford University, on her way to earning a B.A. in English, a B.S. in physics(6), degrees in both physics and astrophysics (as well as English)(7), and a P.h.D. in physics.(5a) It was during her final year of graduate work, after completing eight years of college, that she saw the advertisement NASA had sent out recruiting astronauts in her college newspaper. Ride immediately signed up, not knowing at the time why exactly she had but knowing she could do it. NASA sorted through the eight thousand applications, including over one thousand female applicants, and selected 208 finalists, Ride among them. The chosen applicants participated in extensive interviews along with physical and mental stress tests: from this process thirty-five people were selected as astronaut-candidates in 1978, six of whom were
High up in the heather where nobody was and no noise was but birdsong and nothing moved but the breeze, something began.
It started out just like any scorching, July evening. As farm fair was beginning to end, Angie, Lizzy, and I all decided to go together. It started to get dark, and all of the dazzling , gleaming fair lights started to illuminate the atmosphere. We decided to get some pizza, which tasted like paper and tomato juice! It was so abominable , that we threw it out to go on some rides. We walked around, saw a few other friends who gave us the “ fake-smile-and-wave” as they continued to keep walking., Finally, we got delicious ice cream to make up for the pizza. After a few rides, we had a few dollars left and we were getting exhausted. There was one ride that we had not gone on yet This ride spun around and went up and down really fast. We thought it would be a fun way to end the night, but that suddenly changed.
the wind flowing past. The web glowed gold in the morning sunlight and dew drops
blew, and once and a while, the scent of the cowslips would rise. The flowers and
It was a bright sunny day, the sky was a soft shade of blue and there
I began to walk to her, but the wind picked up more. Her hat began to fly away, although her hand moved to hold it still. Our umbrellas were dancing with the
I glanced up to the sky, to the trees, and I felt the wind. I breathed in the ...
trees blew in the mist of the cool sudden gust of the tropical, morning air, like smooth feahers
The sound of inhaling air began to increase into a gasp. The fresh cool wind drifted past my soft, red checks. My sweat glands began to open, ant sized droplets slivered down the