Personal Narrative: The Scurry County Courthouse

My first stop on the hunt for government offices and or buildings in Snyder is the Scurry County Courthouse. I had no problem finding this building due to how it's located in the center of town and all the main roads lead to the "square" where the Courthouse is located. The buildings address is 1806 25th street. Lainey, Ellis and I met at the building so we could take pictures for each other around 5:42 p.m. and there was no one in the parking lot except our own cars, but there was a bit of business due to people getting off work. The Courthouse is surrounded by various boutiques and a business that serves ice cream and coffee. Directly in front of the Courthouse is the Memorial Roll of Honor which encompasses a list of troops who have sacrificed …show more content…
I exited the coliseum feeling confident because I knew my way to our last location without needing help from any of my friends. As I was heading up to the police station, I saw it in fearlessness because I knew for sure that I wouldn’t mess this one up. I was sadly mistaken as a result of missing the first entrance due to my horrible eye sight and the lack of street lights on 37th street. The next entrance comes, but I almost missed it too if it wasn’t for my passengers to tell me the turn was coming up. I instantly slammed on my breaks and turned into the entrance. Little did I know, there was a huge pot hole on the entryway of the station that I had seemed to miss. Hitting the large depression of the road produced the axles of my car make an awful screeching noise, grind the undercarriage of my vehicle to the ground, and spring everyone in the car, including my golf clubs, raise into the air. The event resulted in Lainey and Ellis rapidly burst into laughter. While I on the other hand was worried that something bad might have happened to my car. After I checked my car to see if everything was okay or not, I commenced to join in with their laughter trying to play it off that I wasn’t worried about the situation at all. We took the pictures we needed, even though it 6:15 p.m. and was starting to get dark out, and proceeded back into my car to drop off everyone to their own cars. There was only one car parked which was still running with no one in it. There wasn't anything special that was in front or around the Jail House except for their sign stating what the building was. This building is also made out of brick like the library was. A Jail House is an inmate, usually awaiting trial or sentencing, who claims to have been the recipient of an admission made by another prisoner awaiting trial, and who agrees to testify against that prisoner in a court of law,