Personal Narrative Analysis

I was in my last few days of 3rd grade and I couldn’t wait for summer. Just thinking about all the good times I would have like camping, swimming, and playing baseball with my team, the Aces, had me giddy. As the last few days of school came to an end my anxiousness grew until it finally came. Summer, free at last. The summer was going great, the days where hot and had a humidness that stuck to you. Every day I ran around with my friends and tried as hard as I could to make it back before dinner was ready. It was great, everything was great. I thought, “all this fun would be over at the start of the school year.”Although, unbeknownst to me, all the laughter and fun would be coming to an end a lot quicker than I expected. Just a few weeks into what I thought would be the best summer yet, I started to have a few …show more content…
I had been asleep in my bed when I awoke with a jolt. I couldn’t believe it. I had just wet the bed the first time in years. Myself, a nine year old boy, could not let anyone know about this. I frantically hopped up and hid the sheets and acted as if nothing had happened. Two days later my family and I went back to Tennessee for a baseball tournament. Just after the first game my mom noticed that in between every inning I would quickly unbuckle all my catching gear and sprint to the bathroom before it was my turn to hit. The bright sun, beaming rays of heat, was my worst enemy. When I was catching, it was the worst of all. I could feel the sun beating down on me, and the sweat dripping in my eyes making them burn . I started to focus on the sweat drip from my nose, slowly I dozed off to sleep right there behind the plate, only to wake up from the baseball crushing into my