Grand Canyon-Personal Narrative

“Don’t get so close to the edge!” I kept having to tell my little brother Landon. We had just gotten to the Grand Canyon after the terribly long ride from my Grandpa’s house in Florence, Arizona – near Phoenix. Now my little brother, being about six, thought the ride was absolutely terrible, even with movies and games to play. When we finally got out of the car Landon was absolutely determined to get as close to the giant crack in the earth as he possibly could. We had taken the trip to the Grand Canyon on a whim after a few days at my Grandpa’s house where we celebrated my sister’s birthday, saw huge rattlesnakes and rode on my Grandpas stage coach. I was not having it! I was a soon to be eighth grader who hated hot weather, was not close to my Grandpa and step Grandma, and was missing a whole spring break that I could be spending with my friends -- so let’s just say I
It was fun getting to learn about how the canyon was created and how long it could have possibly taken. We watched videos of people rafting down the Colorado River, clips of tribes who lived in the bottom of the canyon, and beautiful pictures of sunsets over the west of the gorge. Seeing all of this got me very excited and I really wanted to see it now! When we got out there we got to go out onto this manmade ledge and look out over the edge of the canyon which was very cool, but kind of intimidating at the same time because you really can’t comprehend how deep it is until you are looking off the edge of it with only a fence and an enormous drop between you and the bottom. One thing I noticed up there was how many people were there from all over the world, I even got to help a couple from India find a bathroom since they couldn’t read any of the signs. People were there from all countries like Germany, New Zealand and Japan. We also saw license plates from almost every state, the only one I didn’t find was North