Personal Narrative: The First Day Of Life

With tears in everyone’s eyes and in each others arms. My heart is warm because I think back to where we all started over four years prior to this moment. I cannot recall the first day of practice; which is probably a mix between blocking it out because of embarrassment, and also it just being one of hundreds of practices I have attend over the last four years. Some how though, Sara, Sami, and I became better friends over that first year. We had always been friends but this time was different. Now we spent two hours a night and seventy two hours on the weekends together. So basically we were stuck together and thankfully we liked each other. Sara and I grew up as neighbors. Neighbors being a relative term meaning that she lived about

She is a free spirit and every year becomes more and more of a hippy. Her mom was always a little more out there than most; she was always cooking from their garden and reusing objects that most people would throw away. Darby followed right in her footsteps. Darby even went through a phase where she refused to washer her hair more than twice a week. No one ever mocked her or thought it was weird. That was just how Darby was, and she added a good balance to our group. Darby was by no means quiet, but she was different. Different in a good way. Darby is artistic and likes to be outdoors. Both Darby and I moved around a lot when we were younger and that experience bonded us. During our Junior and senior years Darby and I were racing at the same level. It was an ongoing joke about how people do not tie in ski racing because it comes down to the milliseconds. However, Darby and I tied multiple times throughout the season. Constantly going back and forth beating each other. The coaches could never get the seeds right constantly switching the two of

From August through January applying to college was a sore subject. We were all applying but it was something that we all did by ourselves. For once in our lives we could not make decisions based off of each other. We needed to pick and choose based on our programs, location, and future plans. This was the hardest for Gabriella and I. Considering that since we were seven years old we had done everything together being apart from each other was not fathomable. Occasionally while out with our parents they would bring it up and we would list off where we had applied, but we each had very different experiences with the process. I knew where I wanted to go. Ever since I was ten and I visited UNCW I knew that I would go to college there. Meanwhile, Gabriella applied to eleven different colleges in ten different states. She had less than no clue of where she wanted to go. She applied to Chapel Hill to be close to me. She applied to Vanderbilt and Stanford to please her family. She applied to Colorado State University on a whim. As much as she would have liked to go ivy league everyone new that she would not. She is the biggest home body ever, so obviously she picked CSU only being an eight hour drive from home. We fantasized about her going to Chapel Hill and us just being a short drive away from