Personal Narrative: Wonder Valley

As the bell rang at the end end of sixth hour at school everybody was in a rush to get to the buses, their cars, or their bikes and head home. I packed up my stuff and thanked the teacher as nobody ever does. As I left the room I realized that it was Friday and that I get to go to my dad’s house for the weekend. The thought was both exciting and exhausting stating the fact that his little homestead was out in the middle of Wonder Valley, California basically a desert wasteland but very peaceful and wondrous and that I had to ride my bike for miles and miles to get there. As I hopped on my bike and before riding off I took a drink of water and made sure I had my phone. As I crossed the border from Twentynine palms to Wonder Valley I could feel …show more content…
Some of these shacks are hideouts for criminals, art studios for artists, and homesteads but most are abandoned. I like to explore these shacks and collect interesting things that I find as I am riding through. I usually detour onto the dirt roads that emerge from the paved highway. Today I actually did turn left on a dirt road called Gehr Rd. I have not explored what is on this road but I will today. I parked my bike in front of the first abandoned shack I came across. As I walked up to the opening which was once was a door I felt really excited to see what was inside. I went into which was probably the bedroom because there was an old mattress which had broken down to the springs. I could see a light gleaming from the holes through the closet door and walked up to it. As I opened it I could feel heavy and powerful air suck me into the light. …show more content…
I then explained this to him and he actually and surprisingly did believe me. He said, “ I built it in my closet a few years ago with scrap parts and some chemicals I stole from the science teacher but I did not know it worked!!!” I hopped on my bike with him and we rode off towards his house. Going through the city it seemed even smaller than the present and very old fashioned. When we were riding through Wonder Valley my dad said, “so what happens to all these houses in the future.” Well, they sort of just stay the way they are but everything around and inside gets weathered and breaks down. We parked his bike in front of his house and it looked way better then in the present all cleaned up. We went to his closet and sure enough the light was gleaming brighter than ever. He said, “farewell and hope you get back safe and ask me in the future if he remembers this moment. Ok, and I will always come back and visit the past.he said, “I am going to push you in on the count of three. 1,2, …” , I turned around and gave him a hug “3” , he