Personal Narrative Analysis

It was when I got a mountain bike for Christmas that we went on a bike riding trip to University of California Santa Barbara (UCSB). I thought I was going to injure myself and never move again after the bike riding trip. The journey went better than I expected, until we approached a muddy dirt path we had go across. The muddy path made me indecisive about where to ride on the path or if I should just go home. I cautiously went in the muddy path. As I rode into the mud, I sank into the mud like slime or quicksand. I rapidly hurried to get out of the mud, I began to be skeptical about my riding ability and riding on the muddy path. I thought pavement would be a lot easier to ride on. Although, I gained my confidence and sped through the crowds. I felt very comfortable and calm. Of course things had to …show more content…
One wrong move I thought and I become dead meat for the ocean animals to feed on. I swiftly rode to the safe part of the cliff . I was so happy I got a new bike, it best one I have ever had. It made me look good at bike riding eve though I was the worst there ever lived. As I reaching the end of the journey luck was on my side I thought. I kept on riding in with peaceful thoughts. It was peaceful I thought in a daze staring at my surroundings
Then the steep bike path approached. I watched the hill from a distance. I thought about it and became so leery that I tried to gain as much speed as possible. I approached the steep hill in aw. I moaned with nervousness and questioning my parents about the hill. As I saw the words missing out of USCB. I became to be worried about the whole trip, but after a while I felt comfortable riding again. The smooth tired against the slick road felt almost as well as the feeling as sleeping in warm blankets. I felt