Personal Narrative Essay On Jeopardy

Friday night, as our entire family sat together in the living room watching an episode of Jeopardy, listening to one of the contestants give their story about how they taught their African grey parrot to not only have an eighteen hundred word vocabulary, but also be bilingual, you could feel everyone’s boredom spread throughout the room. My brother, who was sick and tired of hearing Alex Trebek said, “Guys, why don’t we ever go do something fun! We should go to Magic Mountain this weekend.” I shrugged it off and continued to watch the TV screen, when to my surprise, my mother spoke up and responded with “Actually, that’s a great idea! Everyone, go pack your bags!” We all, as slow as sloths, got up and packed, thinking that nothing was really going to happen. To my surprise, the next morning, as the sun was just starting to appear, making the sky look enriched with colors of gold, purple, and blue, we all squished into the car, like a can of sardines, and ventured out on our spontaneous trip.
After an adventurous and rather long drive all the to
At first, they seemed nice, minding their own business, not bothering us one bit. However, their conversation became loud enough to reach my father, who was not one to keep quiet with his own opinions. As the adults in the family in front of us began to discuss our nation’s politics, straying from my father’s very strong views, my dad could not happen to insert himself into the conversation. It did not stay as a conversation much longer, however, especially once the fists started flying and profanity was being spewed out of each of the competitors mouths. It was a boxing match. I attempted to break up the fight, before anyone else would have to intervene. As I was being pushed in between two angry men, I felt George Washington’s inner rage also become mine, and thought, “this would have been a terrific day if there were no political