Personal Narrative: Mini Panic Attack

It was a snowy November evening as we pulled into the Walmart parking lot. It was packed full of vehicles, finally, I had spotted a open spot not to far away from the main doors. Wallet in hand, cash fresh out of savings account that I'd worked so hard to earn. Knowing that it would be a very important decision, I didn't know if I was ready to let go of the money, but it was too late. I was already there. Stepping out of the car I was shivering, not because I was cold, but because of my stomach is doing flips. What if I don't make it in time? What if they run out? I had a mini panic attack inside my body. Stepping through the doors my eyes popped out of my head, I've never seen so many people in one place at once. There's screaming and crying everywhere. …show more content…
Not letting my mom out of my sight I followed her to the back. Trying to look over people to see where I should be going. Finally I spotted a big blue and yellow balloon saying cameras. I made a charge for it only to end up being the second one in line. My nerves have settled down. My mom had left because it was my choice to come and wait, while she did her own thing. I started to talk to the lady in front of me about what kind she was going to get, she was telling me about her kids and how she was going to get a Cannon. To be honest I was scared. Being 13 in a store filled of crazy people trying to get the best deals of the year. I stood in that line for over two hours before they finally opened. The line went halfway across the store. I couldn't have been more thankful for leaving so early and having the patience to wait there. I now had another big choice to make. Which camera did I really want? There were two choices, a Nikon or a Canon, to me not knowing much about cameras I choose the one with two lenses and a free camera bag. It was just a last second decision. There were only ten of each kind and I knew that not everyone who was waiting in line was going to get