Narrative Essay Preschool

I was hiding under an obnoxious yellow slide for at least fifteen minutes, as a four-year-old fifteen minutes stretch out longer than they should be. Every minute is a small eternity and to me, I didn't think they were coming back. I was alone.

I peeked my head out from the slide and crooned to listen for sounds of laughter. Hoping to hear someone screaming "I found you!" but I heard nothing. The entire park was empty and not one of the kids I had met earlier was around. I sat back down underneath the slide deciding to ignore the rising feelings of uneasiness. I wondered where they went. Could they all have found hiding places better than mine and they only appeared to be gone? I must have sat under that wet slide for another five minutes …show more content…
It was my first time feeling real terror at the thought of my solidarity, and my internal panic grew as I frantically checked for my new friends because they had apparently vanished. I ran as fast as my small body would carry to the back door of my preschool that lead to the playground. I remember pounding on that old rusty green door until my palms became red and started to hurt. When a teacher finally heard and realized what had happened and came to open the door, I was already thinking about how I would survive outside if that door didn't open.

As soon as I saw a familiar face in the door frame I immediately without hesitation ran inside and clung to the teacher. Sniffling and shaking, I couldn't even tell the lady what had happened. It took a considerable chunk of time to calm me down and get me to tell her what class I was in. A class that of which, when I was brought back to I was met with snickers and giggles because apparently everyone thought it was funny to leave me outside in the rain. The teacher who immediately at the sight of me became apologetic picked me up and told me how sorry she was that she didn't notice I was