Personal Narrative: The Dune

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The Dunes I remember the sand. Tiny, miniscule pebbles pelted my face. The sensation of the wind furiously whipping sand onto every inch of exposed skin was a unique one in and of it’s own. I felt like a marble statue of old, slowly becoming polished as the sand and weather took off another layer. As every year passed by it became more and more polished, enameling more and more what was underneath, creating something new. In this way the statue and I are the same. Every year I grow a little more, more polished and more hardened than the year before.
The trip to the sand dunes was spiritual, as well as a physical one. I experienced new things both good and bad. I changed as a person in a few weeks more than I had in the span of a few years. …show more content…

Repeating the same things, going through the motions of my droll life day after day. Every day that passed further depressed me. I remember some nights picturing my neck snapping as I fell asleep. Not that I would do something like that, but the thought used to cross my mind. After returning from my trip I had a newfound sense of purpose. That trip made me realize how enthralling and enjoyable life can be. During the weeks staying in Colorado, time seemed to pass with a careless ease. It was as if I were watching a movie in fast-forward with the sound off. Soon it was time to begin the trip back home. I climbed into the car begrudgingly, and as soon as we got on the road I felt myself sinking back to the depths of who I was before. I remember feeling annoyed that I had to leave because I knew once I arrived back home things would go back to how they used to be.
Dread sunk deeper and deeper the closer we got to home. It was summer, and back in Kansas the weather peaked 100 degrees. It was strange to change so abruptly just because of coming back home. The closer we got to Kansas the colder I became inside. Finally the trip came to and end and we pulled into my driveway. I told myself over and over I would stay like this, but deep down I knew I would gradually revert to my former

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