Personal Narrative Essay: The Day My Uncle Divided

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One day when i was walking through i fell in a hole so deep i coulden get out. So after about two days my uncle Harald came by and fell into but luckily he had a ladder in his back pocket to get us out. Uncle Harald has always been my biggest role model because he tought me how to scoot a gun, gut a deer, and how to climb. The first time that i can remember him teaching me to climb was when i needed to get the pop tarts off the top shelf. I can remember how he showed me to stack up all the cans and stand on them so i can pull myself up to the top and get the pop tarts. He also taught me to limb trees he always said to take off my socks so my hands don't get cut on the sharp sticks. When i got to the top of the highest tree in the yard he said that i did better than him and that made me feel good. The one thing that he didn't teach me to climb was deep holes because he didn't even know how. I guess that's why he always has a ladder …show more content…
I can remember when i waches him do it for the first time and he said some day i'll teach you how to do this. So the next time he got a deer he taught me just how. He would say the most important thing to have is a sharp knife and once you have one you just do this. Then he showed me how to do it saying you pretty much just got to cut stuff until it comes out. So when i shot my first deer i just cut it open and cut stuff till i got it all out. When i wanted to learn how to shoot a gun the first person i asked was Harald and he taught me really good and he said one day i might be as good as him. He was the best shooter in Nimrad so i knew he was good. We started with shooting a BB gun at birds and i couldn't hit them so we went to shoot cans instead and i got better and better till i was ready to shoot the missile launcher at watermelons. After that Harald took me out hunting and we shot all kinds of stuff like eagles and deer and even a couple of

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