Today (Novemeber 4, 2008), I would like to share with you a Narrative Essay I had to write for my English class. I always write these essays a day before or even an hour before they’re due (I hate procrastinating but I can’t help it; it’s how I work best.). I’m sure this essay is far from perfect but deserving of a decent grade. FYI, I’ve received A’s on all my essays so far this year, though I believe I don’t deserve them. I hope you enjoy it!
The Thrill for Disaster
One summer day, when I was twelve years old, I had nothing to do. I was completely bored with playing video games and watching television. The school tells you to read during the summer but we all know that most kids don’t like to read; so that was out of question. I finally decided that I would go outdoors for a little thrill seeking adventure.
At the time, I lived in Los Angeles, California. Some neighborhoods would be on hills that are very steep and I lived in this type of area. After walking around half the block, I ran into my friend Aaron, he asked, “Do you want to ride our bikes around the block?” and I replied, “Sure! I have nothing better to do.” We lived two houses apart from each other, so we quickly regrouped with our bikes. We started riding our bikes, avoiding going uphill to other blocks of the neighborhood because doing so would be extremely tiring while riding a bike. It was then an idea came about in my head and I suggested, “Hey Aaron, why don’t we ride downhill?”
The hill close by wasn’t extremely steep; from the top going down I’d estimate the distance at about 130 feet. Both Aaron and I started our way downhill letting the force of gravity peddle for us. I felt as if I was going faster than the speed of light when in reality I was riding about ten miles per hour. I enjoyed the adrenaline rush and the exhilaration going down hill. I loved the blast of air that would hit your body; it felt as if nothing could stop you. Soon after, Aaron recommended, “Why don’t we ride our scooters and skateboards downhill next?” and I replied, “What a splendid idea!”
We both got our scooters and skateboards and decided to ride our scooters first. Both Aaron and I went downhill and this time with even faster speed, about twelve miles per hour. The increase in speed was probably due to the scooter’s lightweight. The experience was even more enjoyable than the bike. I couldn’t wait to ride the skateboard next. Anxious to ride the skateboard, I quickly rushed to the top of the hill and started downhill without Aaron. I was halfway down when disaster struck.
I shifted my weight towards to front of the skateboard and lost my balance. The board slid off of my feet and I fell face first onto the pavement. Aaron quickly rushed to my side while I was partially unconscious and disoriented. After a few minutes I regained full consciousness and I found my face and arms bleeding and badly wounded. Aaron aided me back to my house where my mom cleansed and bandaged my wounds. Luckily I didn’t break any bones and I was relieved to find out that all my injuries were minor. With this experience I learned two important lessons, when partaking in a dangerous activity always wear protective gear, and never ride a skateboard downhill.