Personal Narrative: A Hot Day In Florida

It was a broiling hot day in Florida. There were the bluest skies you had ever seen, a weak breeze just strong enough to weakly whisper through your hair. It was about mid July, the hottest month of the year. In the distance you could hear the enjoyment. Blissful laughing, screaming, gleeful conversations of families and friends. “The happiest place on Earth” is right in front of you. Meanwhile, you’re standing in line with about 300 other anxious people. No one knows why the lines for tickets take about a thousand years to get through. All you know is sooner than later, it will be you screaming in fear and eating the overly sweet cotton candy. Now it is about 11:00 a.m. If you haven’t guessed yet, my family is at Disneyworld. We have been