Narrative Essay On A Fire Truck

I always wanted to be a fire truck. In my early childhood, I imagined myself zooming down the streets in a hurry. With my siren blaring and lights flashing, I could rush to the scene and save the day. The movies I watched portrayed fire crews as heroic and important, but I didn’t want to run into the fire; I could be just as helpful spraying water safely outside. People smiled when I told them what I wanted to be, but it was perfectly logical in my mind. I didn’t have the knowledge that I have today, so I didn’t see any reason I couldn’t. Now that I look back, I see why I became who I today. In the early morning of June 19, 1999, my mom woke up and took a shower. Of course, this was part of her regular routine, but something seemed to be off …show more content…
I already knew this stuff. In middle school, we started going to different teachers throughout the day. It was the greatest thing ever. We started learning complex things. We didn’t have to listen to the same teacher drone on all day. The day went faster and we got less homework. School once again became intriguing. Once soccer games started being farther away, I quit. I didn’t like traveling for a game, but I still needed to play a sport. I joined the middle school basketball team. Because I was short, I wasn’t a very offensive player. However, I could steal the ball from anybody on defensive. I would dribble so low that the tall guys would have to hobble to reach it. I wasn’t the best player, but it was something I enjoyed. High school sports were a different story. It wasn’t even a story; it was a way of life. I played football my freshman year, and the coaches wanted us to the there for four hours a day. I hated every minute of it. I barely weighed one hundred pounds, dripping wet. I would get clobbered. I wanted to quit the team, but my parents encouraged me to at least finish out the season. I can’t begin to describe how happy I was when I walked off the field for the last time, and I haven’t wanted to join