Personal Narrative Essay: The Bunkery

Ever since I was a kid, I always would be searching for an adrenaline rush, while vacationing with our Spanish cousins by the beach we always were mystified by a large stone military bunker, which was in various wars. Since I could remember, My cousins and I were told never to go near the bunker because our parents told us it is very dangerous or at least they saw it that way. Many times we would see small figures scaling the bunker eventually finding themselves at the top, then jumping into the cool crisp blue water. Although none of us would ever dare go near the bunker we were fascinated by its stature. Years passed and when I was 16 years old everything I was told when I was younger began to slip away. As rebellious teens my cousins (Arturo,carmen

On the rocks we were able to see coral reefs surrounding the bunker where colorful fish and other sea life flourished. We would sit and gaze out into the Mediterranean nearly able to see Africa. From then on, every day we would walk on the white sand leading to the bunker. Somedays we would bring our snorkels and swim the perimeter of the bunker exploring as if it were The Lost City Of Atlantis. Leaving the bunker was always the saddest part of our day. We walked home only to encounter our parents who were mad because the amount of time we were spending, they gave us a warning and moved on with their days. Though our love for the bunker never faded, it made us more fascinated. Each and everyday we would make up lies so we could spend time at the bunker, we would go during the mornings while our parents were sleeping. The next day a thick fog covered the entire beach, you could barely see five feet ahead. A day like this would always bring the biggest waves. I always brought my surfboard, and spent hours on end just to get that

Waking up to the ocean breeze and storming down the stairs only to encounter my parents stopping me,handing me a broom. They give me a list of things to do for the entire day: sweep floor, mop ground, wash plates and other boring activities which no one in the right state of mind would be fond of. After spending three hours I thought I was done, yet I was completely wrong;I was told I had to walk to the supermarket 5 miles away. My mom passed me a list of goods, as long as my essays during the school years. Feet throbbing, heat bearing down on my body feeling like a melting popsicle I nearly turned around, but I knew if I didn't obey them now I would have many more problems. I began Focusing my thoughts on the vast land and the small town of Cadiz, as I gazed out the crops of grain stood as far as I could see. Sunflowers smiling in my direction with finely assorted teeth, I began to gaze at the mountains as I walked, I totally was losing track of time. Before I knew it, I was in and out of the market and back home. I opened the door Finding my parents in my living room waiting to have a discussion with me, they called me over and sit me down.

They thank you for doing our housekeeping today,you have earned your rights back”

I told them how thankful I was, and how much it meant to me, but in reality I am very angry but they