My Summer Break-Personal Narrative

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After a long year of being in school, the summer break finally arrived. I was 10 years old living with my mother and brother in a small town, Pastoria, in Ojocaliente, Zacatecas, Mexico. It was just another day of my long summer and I heard a noise. My mom was taking out clothes from my closet at 6 AM. I wanted to get up and ask her why was she doing that, but at the same time, I also felt like going back to sleep. I chose to sleep. I woke up at 8 O’clock in the morning while my younger brother Carlos was still sleeping. I grabbed my red chucks, some pants, and a white long sleeve shirt. My mom had taken many of my clothes out of the closet and I was wondering why. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and then walked to my parents’ room. …show more content…
I was having a nightmare in which a shark was chasing me everywhere. Thankfully, I woke up. I did not want to see any sharks that would chew me like a piece of gum; however, I was ready to go to the beach again. My parents and Carlos were awake and had some breakfast ready. I dressed up and went to eat. As soon as we finished eating, we went to walk around. I could not wait to walk into the water in the ocean again. We finally got inside the ocean and we were jumping the waves. Minutes later, we noticed a sign for water motorcycles for rent. My father rented one, and I was the first one to ride it with him. At first, I thought that riding a water motorcycle could be dangerous, but it was actually something that I relished. Its speed made me feel something weird in my stomach. I could feel some type of tickling of nerves all over my body; it was awesome to ride a water motorcycle. After a couple days, for our last day of vacations in Puerto Vallarta, we went on a cruise to a small island. The boat that took us there was immensely big. I thought that getting inside that boat could take my life away I didn’t even know if it was safe or not. But the boat had all types of things from a pool to a restaurant, Internet, and video games, which made me forget about the perils of a boat ride. When we finally reached the island, we walked across a forest in order to get to the attractions of the island. There was a waterfall that was approximately 18 feet tall, and it had a tunnel behind it where one could walk through it and get to the top of the waterfall and eventually dive or watch others do it. My dad jumped from the top of the waterfall; however, I did not. I knew I still had much to live for. The hours were sinking like the Titanic, and we had to return to the hotel to shower, pack our stuff, and leave. I now knew that I shouldn’t be afraid of trying new things because I relished the time I spent at the beach with my family and I

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