Personal Narrative: Alice

Summer for me as a child were more than just a break from school, it was an excuse to be Alice and roam in the wonderland that was my backyard. I didn’t like staying inside for too long back then, especially when there was this whole world of wonder behind our house. Now Alice is all grown up, the magic drained by school and the worries of growing up, but she still remembers some of her adventures in wonderland. Let us flip through the worn, aged pages of the story of my lost wonderland. Telling the tale of how a bright grass green, smooth, scaly queen of hearts stole the magic away, where it was never to be seen again. I burst out the, worn red, splintered side door of the house. I had been caged inside long enough and needed to break free. The dry parched summer heat hit me flat …show more content…
Then, in mere seconds something began to feel off. I looked up just slightly to try to spy more of the sweet flowers, and then our eyes met. It was long, thin, bright lime green, with a light lemon yellow underbelly, and had layers of smooth scales evenly running all the way down to its tail. A thin light pastel pink forked tongue flicked out at me. I froze, muscles tensed, thoughts raced through my head “is it poisonous? Is it hostile? Will it bite me?” Bam. Bam. Bam. Right in a row these thoughts raced through my head, like the cards sent by the Queen of Hearts sent to chase Alice, and almost as quickly I decided that I wasn’t gonna wait around to find out. I spun around, away from the unidentified snake. Tearring my way up the hill as fast as I could (which isn’t that fast), feet thumping against the ground. My heart was almost breaking out of my chest and through my ribs it was beating so fast. My lungs screamed for air as I reached the peak of the incline. I was