Personal Narrative “I dare you to put these chokecherries up your nose!” said my older sister Ashley, as I stood on my tippy toes to reach a clump of the bitter red cherries. I watched her closely as she put a cherry in each nostril, took a mouthful of air and shot them out like asteroids zooming towards Earth. It didn’t look that hard, I mean what's the worst that could happen? Get them stuck in my nose?
I was in second grade at the time, while Ashley was in fifth. We were at our cabin just in time for the chokecherries to get picked. At the end of the driveway, on top of a hill, there were a couple of trees that produced the sour cherries. Because I was younger than her, of course I followed her around like a dog following the scent of a juicy steak cooking on a grill. Whatever she did, I did, weather it was a good idea or plain trouble. …show more content…
I didn’t want to look cool, so I picked a cherry, put it in my nose, and then repeated the two steps for the other nostril. I took a deep breath of fresh air through my mouth and then shot them out like a gun firing a bullet into the air. I was so proud of myself as I smiled at Ashley. I did it and nothing went wrong! I was so happy, that I showed off a few more times, loading my nostrils like cannons and then quickly firing. Ashley and I were having such a good time that we created a game of who could shoot the cherries the farthest. She won every time, but I’m convinced that she had cheated,
I was in second grade at the time, while Ashley was in fifth. We were at our cabin just in time for the chokecherries to get picked. At the end of the driveway, on top of a hill, there were a couple of trees that produced the sour cherries. Because I was younger than her, of course I followed her around like a dog following the scent of a juicy steak cooking on a grill. Whatever she did, I did, weather it was a good idea or plain trouble. …show more content…
I didn’t want to look cool, so I picked a cherry, put it in my nose, and then repeated the two steps for the other nostril. I took a deep breath of fresh air through my mouth and then shot them out like a gun firing a bullet into the air. I was so proud of myself as I smiled at Ashley. I did it and nothing went wrong! I was so happy, that I showed off a few more times, loading my nostrils like cannons and then quickly firing. Ashley and I were having such a good time that we created a game of who could shoot the cherries the farthest. She won every time, but I’m convinced that she had cheated,