Personal Narrative-The Great Plains

You always hear about great legends, no matter where you are from. All my life I had heard about a great monsters who used to roam The Great Plains in Texas, but none of the stories matched the monster I had found. I lived in a small quaint house right outside of a town in the middle of the Texas Plains. Most of the townsfolk were superstitious. My mother was a carefree and spirited woman who let me roam the flat land, not troubled by the hideous monster myths. Many people thought my mother was a witch who communicated with the dark beasts and that was why she let me run free, but in truth she was just a happy hippie who believed that the so called monsters were misunderstood, gentle creatures. The day was darker and stormier than any other day in the history of our little town. My mother was acting strange. “Doll, don't go out today,” her irritated voice sounding so unlike the mother I knew and loved. “Why not? I'll be fine, Mother. You shouldn't worry.” “No don't!” …show more content…
I picked up a random book, opened to the middle, and read. “What do you mean I can't go out anymore?” This book was not helping. I carefully climbed out my window. I needed to go to my special place. The wind blew fiercely making my hair knot and rat with tangles. I sat down in the middle of the pasture, my horse grazing beside me. The fierceness of the wind did not frighten me, nor did the howl of the dark trees. To me, it was all rather peaceful, a part of my home. I pondered as to why Mother had not wanted my to go out and could not think of one reason. The rain started to pound. “My gosh! It's raining like cats and dogs! Come on horse, let's go home.” The decision to go home was a terrible