Narrative Essay On Obstacle Courses

Only the strong embrace these and the weak avoid them. Obstacles. They are in life, relationships, friendships, sports, and my front yard. “Girls, go outside and find something else to do. Your dad and I are trying to rest.” yelled my mom. “Guys, let’s go outside and make up obstacle courses!” Eliza hollered across our living room as my parents were trying to watch TV. My sisters and I were frequently yelled at by our parents to stop being so loud and disruptive as kids. Whenever my parents yelled at us, Eliza always had the idea of making up our very own obstacle courses. The second we heard Eliza suggest the idea all three of us were fighting to see who could get their shoes on first. I finished putting my white Skechers tennis shoes with dangling charms on the tops, before my sisters could even find their shoes. Bursting through the heavy front door, I ran down the front porch steps as fast as I could, as a result my sandy brown hair was pushed back behind my shoulders by the strong gust of wind. I’m so ready to make up this course. This obstacle course was going to be the most difficult one yet. Along came Eliza a few seconds after myself. Her big blue eyes were filled with determination as she stepped onto the front lawn. Eliza’s brown
After about three minutes of searching for her shoes, Anna ran outside and said, “I get to make up the obstacle course first.”
Her bleach blonde curls were held back in a ponytail as she bounced down the steps, and her eyes could have bursted out of her head with excitement. Only to realize that I was older than her; therefore, I would make up the first obstacle course.
Eliza and Anna lined up by the apple tree next to the basketball court, while I would describe the obstacle course to