Personal Narrative Essay: The Last Day Of Fair

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I look back at the memories we made and I begin to feel sad, but the most memorable would have to be that time on the ferris wheel. I woke up in the morning and started to get ready for the day. I knew it was going to be fun and I was looking forward to it all week! It was the final day of fair. Once I was ready, I went and picked up my best friend Emma. We both knew something big was going to happen that day and we were both super excited. We drove to the fair and we talked about what was going to happen. At first I didn’t believe her when she told me my biggest crush would ask me out. I argued with her about it, but I didn’t let it ruin our day. We got to the fairgrounds and we started to walk around. We went and saw all of the animals

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