Personal Narrative: Crash At An Abandoned Golf Course

Crash at an Abandoned Golf Course It was a beautiful summer day. Not a cloud in the sky and the sun beating down on anyone under it. It was a perfect day to call over my friends and have an adventure or play ultimate Frisbee like we did almost any day. Today, my neighbor and I, Paul, decided to change things up for a change. We decided to use my homemade go-kart on the abandoned golf course, Blue Heron, behind my house. We grabbed our helmets and took brushed the dust off the go-kart from years sitting in my basement garage for years and were on our way to the long steep hills that Blue Heron had to offer. When I was young, about five years old, I dreamed of racing go-kart at the track in my hometown of Leesport, Pennsylvania. One of my friends was a champion go-kart racer and I always remember thinking how I wanted to feel the rush of racing after I got to sit in his kart. My dad took action and decided as a
We found a long stretch of path that started with a steep hill and then took multiple turns before you were dumped into the golf course which would slowly stop you. It wasn’t until we got to the top of the hill until I realized the magnitude of the hill. But, being too excited to break out my go-kart I was excited to go down the roller coaster like hill. I first started walking Fred Flintstone style until I reached the peak of the hill. When I first started going down the hill the adrenaline hit me. With no control over my speed it felt like a helpless free fall and the only thing I could do was steer perfectly through the narrow path. The most difficult part though was avoiding the dead piles of grass that lined the sides of the path. Being an abandoned golf course there isn’t much upkeep except cutting the grass every once in a while which built up on the side of the path. After the exhilarating and successful run I ran back up to Paul for his turn telling him how fun it