Personal Narrative: A Place In The Woods

When I had finally reached the river, I realized that I had navigated my way back down the hills that made up Mt. Harrison’s base slightly askew from the path that I’d taken on my trip up, and was now a lot closer to the walking bridge that I had elected not to use earlier when I’d chosen the downed oak tree to cross instead. Looking back behind me, I saw that the black cat had followed me through the forest and down the hillsides. But, as I crossed the bridge (which was only a few feet wide) I looked back to see if my feline friend was still with me but she was now nowhere in sight, having disappeared back into the woods again. I wanted to call out to her to see where she might have gone, but then I realized that I didn’t have a …show more content…
(Up until that point in my life, I had always shopped down at the Walmart for my clothing and along with just about everything else I could think of, so my tastes were kind of set.) When I had started searching through the racks I found myself feeling a little overwhelmed by all the trendy stuff they had. This was kind of unusual for me because I don’t normally find myself overwhelmed. I mean, I’m really pretty simple. For me, I find myself most comfortable in just a T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans that I would normally wear while hitting up a kegger. But this place screamed dance party. As I was looking through the items, losing hope by the second, my mama had pulled a God-awful pink dress from one of the racks saying, “This one’s cute.” Man, was she barking up the wrong tree with that choice, I thought. But trying not to hurt her feelings, I just shook my head giving her a disinterested look than thankfully she put it back on the rack, albeit still seeming somewhat disappointed by my rejection. She then picked up another one and before she could even open up her mouth she must have seen the expression on my face and thankfully put that one back