Fishing Narrative

There was something special about this small, pointy rock. I threw the rock with all my might as I saw the rock skipping away from me, I could see that it made a turn and came skipping back to me. The piercing screams of my sister and her friends made me pass out. I knew that I was different, as the gravity pulled me closer to the ground. But that's how I knew that knowing the truth can be fearful on that strange day in July.
It couldn’t have been a better day to go fishing, but that has changed now. The day was in the middle of July, 1987. The day was filled with baby blue skies, white shaped cotton ball clouds that floated above the dry hot town of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. That wasn’t the only weird thing that happened that day. My plans were to go fishing, but mommy's little sweetheart (Leasia) just had to go to the carnival with her eight year old friends to see Tommy. Tommy was an average boy that is 11 years old and steals a little girl's heart with a swift of his hair. So my mom called,“ Will, you better get your butt in the car, or you’re …show more content…
My dad, my mom and myself. My dad gave me a twenty dollar bill and said,” Have fun but don’t spend it all.” All I could think of was the jack hammer. The jack hammer was a ride that only you have to be a certain height to ride, last year a kid that was too young went on the ride and he broke his neck. His bones weren’t strong enough to hold the wind force that was against him. Just sitting there in the jack hammer, felt like I needed be ready to hold on… tight There was a never ending line. After all that time, I finally get to ride the jack hammer. I was just barely an inch over the mark to be able to get on the ride. I was filled with excitement as I buckled my seatbelt, waiting for the ride to start. Riding the jackhammer was always fun to ride with a friend, but I didn’t have one with me at the time. As the jack hammer made its third go around, the ride seemed