Personal Narrative: The Trail

The smell of pine and dirt filled my nose. The sunshine gleaming above the tree branches that seemed to touch the sky. The hot, sunny weather was shielded against by the tree tops. The chirping and singing from the birds could be heard throughout the forest. The sound of the creek rushing and running nearby as if it was full of energy. Who knew that going hiking can be fun and peaceful? Suddenly, my mind was brought back to reality when my aunt uttered, “Hold on, this doesn’t seem right!”
“What?”, my mom asked with a bewildered look on her face. My aunt responded while pointing at a map, “According to this map, this is not what the trail is supposed to look like.” My uncle stepped in and said in an incredulous voice, “Are you saying that we took the wrong trail the whole time?” “Apparently,” replied my aunt, frowning. I started to panic, so I asked, “So does that mean we’re lost!?” My mom wrapped an arm around me and smiled, “Hey, it's going to be fine.” …show more content…
A spark of hope filled my chest. We changed direction and went back the way we came from. After about 15 minutes, my uncle blurted out, “Wait, if we went back, wouldn’t it mean that it would take even longer!” Everyone went silent for a minute or two, silently agreeing with him. The adults were talking about the situation and why we couldn’t go back, but I wasn’t paying attention. While they were discussing, thoughts rushed through my head. How long will we be stuck here? Will we ever make it back? We realized that we would have to continue on the longer and more difficult