Personal Narrative: A Trip To New York City

The year was 1939, I woke up to the bright warm light of the sun shining through my window onto my face. I didn't feel like getting up but I had to. I got out of my bed feeling like I just got stomped on by a horse. I then ran down the dark hallway outside of my room and into the kitchen to get some breakfast. After I ate my breakfast, I ran to the front door, got my shoes on, and went outside to play and run around in the cold, freezing, white blanket of snow. While I was running around in the snow, my parents hollered at me "Ian please come inside, we need to talk to you. I yelled "okay" and went inside. When I got inside, my parents sat down on the couch. "Ian, we are going to have to leave the house for good tomorrow morning" they said …show more content…
As soon as they said that, my heart fell to my stomach. Then suddenly I remembered that mom and dad had given me a ticket for me to get on a boat to New York city in America. "Wait a second, I still have that ticket to get on the boat to New York city that you gave me just in case of an emergency" I said in an excited voice. "Use that ticket to get on the boat" said dad in a serious tone. Before they could say anything, I ran to my room to pack my stuff. I could only take 3 things so, I chose wisely. The things I chose were my light bulb from my lamp, my bible, and my pet turtle, Pip (even though they don't allow pets I can still hide him without anyone knowing). The next morning, I got out of bed early in the morning before the sun was rising and when the night ruled the sky. I rode a camel to the harbor. It took me several long, painful, starving, wet, and weeks to get …show more content…
As soon as I got off the camel, three thuggish looking guys wearing black ski masks came over to me and started jump me. It felt like getting ran over by a Tin Lizy. I started screaming to the top of my longs "help!". Suddenly, a guy who had a crowbar came over and got the thugs off me. I said "thank you, what is your name?". He said "hello my name is Victor Renov, where are you from?". I said "I am from Germany". Then we preceded to get on the steam boat. Suddenly, When we got on the steam boat, we heard a gun shot. We quickly ran over to where we heard the gun shot. Victor's friend Chenov was dead from a bullet to the the head. There was blood on the floor from his head. We were horrified by the scene. We just kept on going into the steamboat after that. The rest of the week was very hard on us and the other passengers. One night, these guys in ski masks tried to push me off the boat. When I was holding on the guard rail, I was screaming to the top of my lungs "help!". I could even feel my heart pounding inside my chest like if it was about to explode. Victor came and beat up the guys that were attacking. Victor reached out to me. I grabbed his hand and got back on the