The Circle-Personal Narrative

If only I hadn’t gone around the circle so fast I wouldn’t have gotten stuck in the leaves near grandma’s tennis court, I thought to myself. If only her property were a little bigger, I thought as I dragged the go-kart back onto the circle. “Come on, run!”, I blurted angrily. I yanked the cord one last time as a cold drop of autumn sweat flowed down my frozen cheek. Vroom! The kart shot off kicking up dirt as if it was throwing pieces of chocolate cake in the air. Left, right, left, the kart veered. I figured it would hit cottage five for sure. I would be in so much trouble if it hit anything, or worse, someone! A sudden shock of energy rocketed through my body. One foot in front of the other, I ran, desperately hoping to catch up to the go-kart. …show more content…
Three seconds have passed since it took off, but for how much longer would this go on, I thought? Then, the go-kart propelled itself off the ground as if it were a sailboat about to tip over. It only went about an inch off the ground, and only for a split second, but when it hit the ground, the go-kart shot left through the woods heading straight toward the upper garage. If it hit the garage, it would rip a hole right through it! Suddenly the kart propelled onto its side again, only this time going left a little. It jerked left again, more than last time, then shot right more than it had turned left all combined. Finally it straightened out on a direct route for the “Little Lady” wood splitter. Bang! I could hear the engine rev down and it was finally over. Still cold and running, I jumped over a stump and finally reached the go-kart which now had a six inch dent in the front