Personal Narrative: My Experience In A Trailer

It was a warm summer day, and I was out camping with my family for the weekend at the Wild Goose Ranch, a trailer park a couple hours away from the Bartonville area. I was seven at the time. I was a I-think-I-can-do-anything-myself type of kid. I thought seven was the age for independence, since that was the time my sister was doing everything herself.

So my mom and I were fishing a mile away from the trailer. I had bought a new glow stick the day before, and it was getting dark so I thought it was a perfect time to try it out. I asked my mom if I could walk there by myself to get it. She asked me if I was sure I wanted to go by myself, and I said yes so I set off.

I also had a bad memory at the time. So, it was hard for me to find out the way to the trailer. It was straight most of the way, so I figured that it would be easy, until I found a place where the road split. One of them had a park at the end that I could see. The other one had nothing. …show more content…
That was my mistake, because I did see a park on the way there. I realized that after two three-way crossroads.

I was lost and scared, wondering if i’ll ever see my mom again. I kept going straight, because I didn’t know where else to go. What I found though was a dead end. So, I went back. But no matter which way I went, I always found my way back to the dead end.

Then I retraced my steps. I got away from the dead end, but I was even more lost than before. I was on a dirt road that I didn’t recognize. I had given up hope that I would find my way back. Then I saw a truck coming. I waved my arms hoping they would pick me up off the road and help me. (I was only seven, so I thought every adult was a nice person.) Then I realized it was my uncle’s truck. I ran up to it. He picked me up and took me back to the