Personal Narrative-Tale House

Behind my old tan house on McClure road is an open opportunity to have as much fun as you want, and as a kid I took advantage of that. I loved going out to just use my senses and explore. I would see how many different animals I could see or hear. I would listen to the birds hum their songs, and hear the chipmunks run aimlessly through the woods, cracking sticks every step of the way. Who knew such little animals could make so much noise! Sometimes I even thought they were bears! I never did see a bear. On multiple occasions I saw deer though! Sometimes I brought some of mom’s freshly baked cookies out in the woods with me and of course my dog would follow. She couldn’t resist the smell! Millie was my partner in crime when it came to exploring. A narrow path ran …show more content…
You could start to see the pretty flowers springing up through the snow. After the cold, harsh winter, the world seems to be so alive. It’s slightly breezy, but it’s a warming breeze rather than a bone chilling breeze! Spring is full of wonderful new smells that I love, but I have allergies. It’s time to take allergy medicine again, yay! But across the street from my big tan house was a small creek. I loved that small creek! There were always butterflies and comforting flowers. The creek went under the road, through a culvert pipe. The culvert pipe seemed so big, but I am not sure that it would still seem big now. We would go down the small bank on one side of the road and pop out on the other, jumping into the little water hole that didn’t go much over my thighs. My favorite part was after it rained. The creek would always be running just a little faster than normal; that was the best time to play! We could bring down our little tubes and slide out of the culvert pipe, which dropped off a little, and splashed into the water. Sometimes we had to ride the creek a little to get out of our tubes, but it narrowed back out pretty quickly so we didn’t make it very