Personal Narrative: Scared White Family

Survivor: Scared White Family Edition There’s a running tradition in my family. Every summer we go to Lake George, NY for a few days. Lake George is the birthplace of some of my most treasured memories with my family. My most treasured, and I must say most traumatizing, memory was the hike of our 2013 trip. This hike had my uncle going on about it hiking on a scenic trail in the mountains with a gorgeous view near where we were staying There’s a running tradition in my family. Every summer we go to Lake George, NY for a few days. It is the birthplace of some of my most treasured memories with my family. My most treasured, and I must say most traumatizing, memory was the hike of our 2013 trip. This hike had my uncle going on and on about it for hours, with its scenic breathtaking views of Lake George and diverse wildlife. My mom, sister, dad, and stepmom were uninterested. So, alas, my aunt, uncle, cousins, brother, his girlfriend, and I were off. None of us had the slightest idea of what we were in for. When we arrived to the trail, I took a glance around at my family. My uncle Bill, a short, chubby, stereotypical Italian man, was lighting a cigarette. My cousin Kristin, blonde and thin wearing shorts and a tank top, asked at him to put it out, as we were “in nature where the air is fresh”. My aunt Karen, with hair as black as …show more content…
There we were, hiking in the mountains of Lake George for four and a half hours. Concern began to overcome our group, as this trail was supposed to be about a three hour hike. My aunt handed me the last water. The refreshing taste of it comforted me, as I was starting to have those worried thoughts again. What if we never find the way out? What if there’s some psychotic murderer that’s been following us this whole time, ,just waiting for the right moment to jump out and strangle us all to death, and our bodies are never found because we are in the middle of nowhere. What if I never see my