Personal Narrative: My Waking Up

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It was August, and my family and I were on our way to Upstate New York, to do something I never thought I would be doing at any point in my life. The whole drive there my hands were sweating, I couldn't think straight, the thoughts in my head were jumbled like an unsolved puzzle, I wanted to throw up. As soon as we arrived to our campsite all those feelings went away but little did I know those feelings would come back in the next couple of days, the 2 days before the big event were the best couple days of my life. I never would have thought I would do things like cliff jumping, then again, all good things must come to an end. I went to bed the night before not thinking the next day would be any worse. The next day waking up was possibly the weirdest feeling ever, it felt like deja vu …show more content…
I had done this before, but I failed the first time. Starting the journey up the mountain was one of the hardest things I had ever done in my life, the somewhat familiar smell of the dirt, trees and moisture in the air made my stomach drop, I told myself I would do it no matter how hard it was. I didn't expect the hike up to be this easy, the whole time I was just taking in the beauty of the outdoors, the trees, and the way the height of the mountain made everything below look like ants. The last time going up the mountain, it felt as if there was a gate I couldn't pass. But this time the gate was open, I had no problem up until we were nearing the top, there was another gate I needed to get through. What do I do? I ask myself, I looked out over the edge, my stomach dropped, I needed to get out of there or I just needed to keep going. I blocked out everything, kept going and didn't stop. As we reached our destination the wind began to pick up which