Personal Narrative Analysis

I had been preparing for weeks to visit my cousins in Massachusetts. I packed my snow pants, my sleds, and the rest of my winter gear, as the weather forecast spoke of a series of snowstorms to hit the Boston area. Every year I would come to Massachusetts to find nearly a foot of snow on the ground. I always looked forward to having snowball fights and sled races in the wooded hills behind my cousin’s house. However, this year the forest was different. I had entered searching for fun, and left fearing for my life. My cousin’s house was nothing special, located at the end of a modest cul-de-sac in a typical suburban setting. However, behind their house was a forest that stretched for miles. During the summer, you could barely see through the thick brush. However, my cousins were able to teach me the landmarks of the forest. There was a drainage ditch here, the remains of a tree fort here, …show more content…
I had grown tired of sledding down the same mounds, and longed to visit the much larger hill that lay deeper in the forest. My parents kept a watchful eye on me, preventing me from going despite my protest, but my cousins had come up with a plan. On the fourth day a snowstorm hit Westford. My parents tried to convince me to stay in, but I “promised” them that I would remain near the house when I left. As soon as my cousins and I left the door, we headed straight into the heart of the woods. My cousins wove through the trees, while I stumbled through the dead branches trying to keep up. They called for me to catch-up, but they soon disappeared from my sight. There voices were quickly replaced by the howling of the wind. I continued in the direction I last saw them for a few minutes before I was hit with the realization that I had no idea where I was. Blinded by the snow, I could barely see the outlines of the trees in front of me. How was I supposed to find my way