Personal Narrative Essay: A Trip To The Mall

A Trip to The Mall It was bright and sunny. I was nearly five years old. The family piled into the red, Ford Explorer. It had leather seats that would burn the backs of your legs if the car had been sitting in the sun for too long. Anna was only two years old at the time. She sat strapped in her carseat, fumbling with her favorite rattle. “Is everyone in?” asked my mom. She was always worrying about leaving someone behind or accidentally running over someone while backing out. “Yes,” we answered in a monotone voice as if we had been asked the question one hundred times before. My dad began to back out of the driveway. Anna waved at our little house with the big brown star on the front. I wasn 't sure why she waved goodbye every time we …show more content…
I wrapped my little fingers around hers and held tightly. We made our way through the parking lot. The sliding doors opened with a “whoosh.” I already knew where my mom was going as soon as we got into the mall, The Children’s Place. My mom could spend hours in that store looking for clothes for my sister and I. I was already dreading being in the store for that long. Around this time was when I saw the carousel. It stood in the center of the mall gleaming like the sun. My sister and I stared at it in awe. “Mom! Can we ride?” I asked. “Not yet, we are going to the Children’s Place!” Disappointed we walked away in the opposite direction of the magnificent machine. We walked for another five minutes until we came to the Children’s Place. My mom immediately started picking up clothes. Fluffy ballerina skirts and sparkly jeans went into the shopping basket. “These would look adorable on you girls!” exclaimed my mom. “Laura, I’m going to make my way down to Barnes and Noble.” An idea circulated in my mind. “Hey mom, I’m going with dad to Barnes and Noble,” I said. “Alright, sweetie. But make sure he brings you back, I want you to try on some of these …show more content…
The music was sweet to my ears. The carousel moved swiftly in a circle. I watched in amazement as the horse jumped up and down, up and down. I had always had a love for horses. They were my favorite animal. I had at least a hundred different toy horses at home, but none of them were as beautiful as the ones that pranced gracefully on the carousel. I couldn 't hold in my excitement any longer. I dashed over to the carousel. It had came to a halt. Children hopped off the horses and ran over to reunite with their parents. Before the conductor of the carousel could see me, I snuck through the fence. It was a tight squeeze, but I made it. I climbed aboard in search of the biggest horse. I spotted it and began climbing. I felt so tall sitting on the horse. He was white and decorated with pastel flowers. His saddle sparkled as bright lights shined on the golden masterpiece. I felt a small jolt forward and quickly grabbed the pole. The ride had started. I kept my feet lodged in the stirrups. Being on the horse made me feel as if I were flying. My hair flowed behind. It fluttered through the wind. The ride was over in thirty seconds. I sadly stepped down off the horse and exited the ride through the gate. I began walking again, but something didn’t feel right. I went from marching with confidence, to being scared. I was now frightened of being in such a strange place with so many people. I frantically roamed around the mall, hoping to see my parents around