Personal Narrative: The Turkey Trot Of Terror

The Turkey Trot of Terror Lying on the concrete, crying all by myself, in the middle of a race, I asked myself: “How did I end up here?”. As a six-year-old, I was microscopic in a sea of giants surrounding me in all directions for miles in my perspective. My father and I were on a long, winding trek, The 2008 Thanksgiving Turkey Trot. Prior to this year, my Dad had run it alone, but fortunately this year, he thought I was old enough to come along. Having his doubts, he had one condition: I had to stay by his side at all times. Excited to go with him, I agreed with delight and promised to obey. After a long car ride we were finally there, a big colorful sign labeled Thanksgiving Turkey Trot hung above is. Side by side, we began the race. With …show more content…
Standing by myself on the road, I was truly alone, with no one to help or even care about me. Tears welled up in my eyes and begun to run down my face as fear began to strike me. While brushing myself off, I tried to catch up with the crowd. Speeding up to my top speed, I heard the wind swoosh behind my ears, but it wasn’t enough. Soon enough, I noticed that no one started slowing down for me, and they are all continuing at their own brisk pace. Slowing down, as I try to spot my Dad through what seemed to be an ocean of people. With no luck, I give up. Out of nowhere, I then wince. I looked down as I feel a stinging sensation, I had a scraped knee, which I had gotten from falling down. I was completely out of luck; I felt like there would never be a way to see my my Dad again. At this point, I sat down on the side of the road and begin to bawl. Sadness and anger begin to indulge my body. My fists clenched in rage as I remembered the man who bumped me, and didn’t stop or even slow down. Out of the thought of my Dad searching for me, more tears streamed down my face, for he would only to find out that I was nowhere to be found. Sadly, I felt as if I had let him and myself down. Why was I bumped into? Why did I come with my Dad? Why would I leave my Dad’s side? What did I do to end up here? Why me? All the questions in my mind boiled over to the point when I thought I would explode. Red hot tears stream down my face, I could not handle it anymore. Then I realize that the reality was that I was the one who caused all of this, and it was my fault. Tears of remorse began to stream down my cheeks. With no hope left, I had completely given