Personal Narrative Analysis

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The sun shone on the lake, reflecting across the calm waters. Families were enjoying their afternoon as gentle winds passed by. Children stumbled on the sand and shallow waters as they tried to catch tadpoles with their buckets. My dad, little sister, and I were all set to take on our first wilderness adventure; canoeing across a lake. I began to imagine myself steering the boat. Left side. Push, push, push. Right side; push, push, push. Repeating this in my mind and moving the paddle through the air, I felt confident. We climbed in canoe, and with a slight push from the back, we were off.
Similar to the motions of the paddle in the water, I continue to push through various obstacles life has thrown at me. Incorporating two cultures in a community that is predominantly one race always proved to be a challenge. As a child, I would struggle to find activities and friends that were the “right fit” for me. I would find myself in a constant battle having my traditions and atmosphere around me clashing with the ones of my friends. Trying to harmonize with my friends at school made it difficult to appreciate the wonderful culture I was born into. …show more content…

The algae-covered boulders grabbed our canoe. We were stuck. My hands began to sweat and an intense weight dropped on my chest. My heart sped up. Hikers looked down and began to shout instructions at us. My sister began to cry and my dad and I panicked. My frustration started to build as my mind was in a constant battle of what to handle first: my sister, the hikers, or the situation. Mustering all the strength that I had, I pushed against the rocks with my legs almost turning the canoe over and getting my legs drenched in the

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