Personal Narrative

Growing up near the creek with my family and a old couple living right next to us was a memorable stage in my life, i’ll never forget it. They were never creepy or mysterious, they were just very odd. We all knew they were obviously hiding something in there barn. Me and my siblings always wanted to go over there, because Mr. Martin was always in there, walking from the barn to the house , so we wanted to see the animals. The only problem was they keep in under lock and key and their only window was blacked-out.
We had tried to enter the barn forcefully, but as little four and seven year-olds there wasn’t much we could do except just shake the padlock vigorously. There was no chance of getting in there. Everytime Mr. Martin would go in his house for dinner or anything else he would lock the door with the padlock, it seemed he was hiding something very important in there, and we had to find out. …show more content…
However, my sister didn’t much care for the barn anymore, since we had never gotten in there and she figured we never would. We tried to get my brother to come but he was seventeen and didn't want anything to do it. So me and my brother watched to see if Mr. Martin would ever make the mistake of accidentally leaving the barn door unlocked, yet that day had never come.
Until after church, in July we had just gotten back, and as always me and my brother would race to the window to see if the lock was there. Doubtfully we ran upstairs and checked the lock. My brother got there