Personal Narrative: An Unidentified Piece Of Fertile Land

What three items would YOU bring along if you were stranded on an unidentified piece of fertile land? Your grimy cell phone? An infinite supply of canned cream corn? I’ll tell you now that what I had initially brought were definitely top necessitates someone would need to bring, because I’m supposed to know that type of stuff. Passed down from a long lineage, my family has been known for being quite the outdoorsmen if I do say so myself; it is the cultured norm to care about those sorts of traditions. I decided, without great hesitation, to carry essentials in a navy nylon knapsack full of your basic gauze, Opinel pocket knife, et cetera, and of course…a mindful of resentment toward the world; basically I googled the essentials for surviving the “wild.” If I’m being completely honest, I didn’t give two shits about wildlife and “nature’s calling” growing up. I’d always tried to escape the long and repetitive weekends with my family. With that being said, after about twenty years of blocking out my childhood memories, I was suddenly drawn back to my roots; I wanted to become a publicized nonentity and escape from everyone and everything. Dreaming of becoming your twenty-first century Thoreau, I sought to be alone to reflect and rebuild. …show more content…
This is where I voluntarily chose to take my solitary inhabitance circa five years ago; a self-made, dark hazel shed out amongst mammoth, rustic cedar trees. Located fifty miles south of any colonized city in the southernmost tip of Alaska, I could almost taste the remote pine and it was like an indulgence of sweet sucrose. Meditating on the thought, nothing but untainted nature could call me now, I did not yet fear unknown creatures and the wary activity that could possibly transpire among