Personal Narrative: Cuba, Alabama

I grew up on the open country of Alabama, in a small town called Cuba that was just the perfect size for my family and me. There was never a dull moment or lack of creativity when I was a kid. Cuba, Alabama is the perfect place for a kid because of the large fields, wildlife, and thick forests. The abundance of land at your disposal is endless in Cuba. From the rough landscape to the vast fields, the opportunities were countless. Many of the memories I have about Cuba came form a field called Neddiebells, a green field that is always being prepped in the offseason for hunting. This field holds many memories, but none of them stand out as much as killing my first deer, it was a cold and gloomy day in December with awful hunting conditions for that evening. The odds were against me, but Neddiebells still attracted the deer like a magnet. Right at dusk, a small six point buck chased the right doe in the wrong direction and just happened to fall into my sights. With a swift pull of the trigger the deer dropped, and my ears rang. That night I cleaned the deer with my dad, both of us filled with the satisfaction of my first kill. Cuba is filled with wildlife. Whether it's fox squirrels, deer, or coyotes, Cuba has it. On the edge of our property sits a old beaten down log …show more content…
Eighty percent of Cuba is forest, and they're relatively untouched -not harmed- by the people in the area, besides the never ending trails connected by all of them. When I was eight I got my first dirt bike for my birthday. I was ecstatic, and immediately wanted to ride it on the trails behind the camp house. I rode from sunup to sundown for two weeks straight. I learned every tree, branch, and turn on those trails, I was so confident I could've sworn I new them like the back of my hand. I would do time trials trying to beat my all time best time, or race my dad on the four wheeler. When I was in the woods I wasn't scared, or alone, I was