Personal Narrative

The sun shined bright above as I roared down the dirt path past fields filled with crops. The wind tore through my hair, whipping it back and forth. I had never experienced such a rush. My dad decided that it was time I road a four-wheeler by myself down the dirt road past his house. It was such a nice day out and a day that I would never forget. Thankfully, that feeling has never left me. Ever since then, I’ve realized that riding by myself opened up a new side to me. The rush pushed me to be more outgoing. In the past, I was more outgoing towards school, now i’m outgoing with work, and in the future I plan to be outgoing with my job. Schooling isn’t every ten-year old's favorite thing, but for me it was. I loved school and receiving homework because for me it was something to push myself and succeed at. School provided a confidence boost in me. It was just like when I first got on the fourwheeler. I didn’t know what every button was or what it did, but once I rode the fourwheeler and used the buttons, I understood what I was doing and loved it. For me school was something to work with and …show more content…
It just lurks its way in my life in different ways. Now I am a waitress at Denny’s and I am more sociable now than I ever have been. If it wasn’t for that one fourwheeler ride, I don't know if I’d be as outgoing as I am now. In order to be a waitress I have to be open and know how to handle people’s needs. After a long busy night at work, I feel refreshed and alive. Almost as if the wind is whipping through my hair and blowing in my face. Especially once I look inside my apron and see the stash of money I made that night. For me, the pile of money is just like pushing the throttle to the max and speeding down the road. I have my dad to thank for pushing me to ride the four wheeler because without that experience, I wouldn’t be as successful as I am and hope to be some