Narrative Essay
Romeo Teves EN101 Narrative Essay Professor Petro Fall 2012
Narrative Essay: Early Morning Surfin’
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Childhood is one of the most important things that make us who we are. These are the times when we learn certain things, do certain things and create certain things. Friends that we acquire while growing up seem to be the longest lasting type of friends, versus friends that we make when we are in our late teenage years. Waking up at 2 in the morning just to be able to surf with my friends before school was one of my most important childhood memories. We would all sneak out of our parents’ houses and get together at our meeting place we used to call “Lion’s Rock.” We would then proceed to walk to the shore 20 minutes down the road. I would remember these memories from my childhood forever because these were the days when we would have our own time just hanging out, joking with each other, and most importantly, catching that perfect surf.
The loud, constant creaking of floorboards as I tiptoe around my bedroom at 2 in the morning wakes my dog up. He growls at me; I tell him to hush, be quiet and I’ll see him later. I grab my backpack, my flip-flops, and my surfboard on the way out of the door. Lucky for me my parents don’t wake up easily, or I would definitely be getting a tongue-lashing from them early in the morning. I quietly tread the worn down staircase of our old 1800’s Japanese style house, breathing in and out slowly just to keep my nerves together. Step by step, I finally reached the bottom of the staircase. With a backpack strapped behind me and a surfboard clutched to my side, I quickly snuck out past the front door. Ten minutes later I find my childhood friends Chedd, Jeng and Eliz-Mae at our meeting place. They complained about how slow I was taking and reminded me that today was the “Big Wave” and that it only last a couple of hours. We quickly walked to the
Narrative Essay: Early Morning Surfin’
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Childhood is one of the most important things that make us who we are. These are the times when we learn certain things, do certain things and create certain things. Friends that we acquire while growing up seem to be the longest lasting type of friends, versus friends that we make when we are in our late teenage years. Waking up at 2 in the morning just to be able to surf with my friends before school was one of my most important childhood memories. We would all sneak out of our parents’ houses and get together at our meeting place we used to call “Lion’s Rock.” We would then proceed to walk to the shore 20 minutes down the road. I would remember these memories from my childhood forever because these were the days when we would have our own time just hanging out, joking with each other, and most importantly, catching that perfect surf.
The loud, constant creaking of floorboards as I tiptoe around my bedroom at 2 in the morning wakes my dog up. He growls at me; I tell him to hush, be quiet and I’ll see him later. I grab my backpack, my flip-flops, and my surfboard on the way out of the door. Lucky for me my parents don’t wake up easily, or I would definitely be getting a tongue-lashing from them early in the morning. I quietly tread the worn down staircase of our old 1800’s Japanese style house, breathing in and out slowly just to keep my nerves together. Step by step, I finally reached the bottom of the staircase. With a backpack strapped behind me and a surfboard clutched to my side, I quickly snuck out past the front door. Ten minutes later I find my childhood friends Chedd, Jeng and Eliz-Mae at our meeting place. They complained about how slow I was taking and reminded me that today was the “Big Wave” and that it only last a couple of hours. We quickly walked to the