Personal Narrative-Humorous Summer Day

The wind twists the limp, dangling branches of the willow tree. We lay, gazing upwards into the shifting leaves, backs resting on the softly slanted slope at the edge of the lagoon, toes playing with the grass, hair strewn as crowns around our heads. Laughter bubbles out of our lungs, the product of the pleasant summer’s day and the images our imaginations create from the simple words we speak. “What if willows ‘womped’? You know, like in Harry Potter?” We gaze upwards, still for a half second before our laughter breaks through our mouths and we’re left to writhe in the grass, light-headed from the slope of the earth and urged on by the breeze tickling our faces. We collect ourselves only to commence once more as someone mumbles, “Womp, womp…” These are the lighthearted antics produced by summer camp, where free from worries we bask in the sweet smells and agreeable nature of a July afternoon. …show more content…
Our laughter lifts through the tree, our hair tangles in the grass, and our hearts race with pleasure as we laugh until our eyes glaze over with tears and we are unable to see the willow backed by the soft blue velvet