Personal Narrative: Frog Pond

As I open the door to walk through my backyard, the cold quickly stings my face, legs, and hands, I realized that the walk I was about to begin would be a long and terribly bitter time. So I shut the door behind myself and started out on my adventure, walking slowly, to take in as much as I could. I noticed that overnight the ground was covered in beautiful shimmering white snow, so perfect and immaculate, it almost seemed like a waste to tread over and ruin the lovely display over my property. While I continued further into the cold I looked out at my pond and saw that it has iced over completely and fully frozen, frozen enough to walk on. So I put one step on the pond still a little unsure and not wanting to get wet and frozen! I took another step and see that the ice wouldn't give away and that I was safe from getting wet, I continued to walk around on the pond enjoying myself …show more content…
I continue along the tree line back to what my family and I call our “Frog pond” because during the spring and summer, that pond is filled with frogs, the sound is amazing sometimes when they get so loud that, that’s all that we can hear up at the house. Walking up to the frog pond I went over to a tree that had one of my hunting stands attached to it and I climbed up and sat down for a few minutes taking in the view that I had up eight or nine feet in my hunting stand. Back on the ground and ready to walk again, I go to the frog pond and walk on it, knowing that this pond was much shallower than the first pond that I walked around on, taking no precautionary actions I set afoot on the ice and walk on across to the other side of the small