Personal Narrative

Hector Amezcua
Ekins
Writing 0990
05 Mar 2013

Personal Narrative

Starting from a place I remembered as a teen, moving from a place that was warm to a place that had all four seasons; such as winter, spring, summer and fall. The First place that I grew up was surrounded by mountains. During the winter it was full of white snow, something that I was never used to seeing coming from California where all one would see was sandy beaches and the waves clasping one another. As I remember being so new to Park City, UT all I could see was the wonderful views of trees, mountains and people skiing or snowboarding. I have to say this was a fond memory because for the firs time I was actually able to experience the feeling of what winter was
instead of just hearing about how great winter it was.
I won’t deny the thing I loved most about Park City was the summer time because I was able to do more stuff such as camping which at that time I was involved with the Boy scouts so every summer we would go camping, I often went fishing with either church friends or friends of the family to a reservoir called Strawberry lake where in fact it is stated to be one of the best places to go fishing., There was one time I got invited to go to the alpine slides with bunch of the young men and young woman from my ward and well it didn’t go to well because I have a fear of heights and well lets just say I was screaming all the way down the slide.
This differed from winter because the only thing to do was snowmobiling which I enjoyed doing half the time because I was siting on my butt, skiing well never tried since they didn’t have boots for my size back during the time I got offered to learn how to ski, snowboarding now I did most often as I could because it reminded me of surfing but on snow and had an awesome experience and enjoyed the sport, ice skating and many other winter activities personally I was not a winter person yet, so I basically used winter time to go to school and work part time. Another memory that I experienced in Park City was when people used to stare me down at school during wintertime for wearing shorts, which I did it only the first few months. I was so new to Park City that I was not used to the cold weather because the weather from California where I came was totally different then the weather in Utah. As I grew up, I started adapting myself to the winter weather and slowly started getting involved in winter activities such as snowboarding. I got the opportunity to take classes and obtain equipment for free thru the local rotary club as being one of the first Hispanics in Park City at a high school
level.
I started going to snowboarding classes and at first I was so hesitant in quitting because I could not be able to get the rhythm of how to use a snowboard on the slopes and I kept falling and falling to the point where I did give up and just stored my equipment in my closet and ever since then I did not like snowboarding. After this experience, I just finally decided to stick to school and work; I did that all thru my high school years. Years passed on and I moved to Salt Lake City where I currently reside, I cannot complain as much because I love the weather down here. It does not snow as much as it did up in the mountains and thee is more to do down here for those that are under the age of 21. In this place I loved going to the water slides during the summer time or even go camping to the closest lakes but when winter comes along other then ice skating and going to the local mountains to ski or snowboard I would go to work and then come home and spend time with my family.
In the summer of 2005 is when I had my fondest memory ever in this place in which I was able to make one of my wishes come true. One of my dreams as a kid/teenager was being able to learn the process of being a disc jockey. I was at the age of going dancing so every weekend I would go hit the clubs and that is where I met one of the local disc jockeys thru a friend of mine and he offered to take me under his wing in which he would teach me all the necessary things that I would need to learn to become a disc jockey. So every weekend I set time aside from friends and family to go play gigs and stand next to him and learn; as I got better and better I had the opportunity to go be a disc jockey at the local clubs. The type of music that I was taught how to play was Latin music. As I learned how to understand music it crept into my blood and now as a grown up all I can say is that music is my life whether I am hearing it, djing or even dancing to the rhythm of the music. Personally I have found music to be my stress reliever that is why I wait anxiously for the weekend to come so I can be able to release my stress of the week due to work, family, school, and homework.
These were some of the fondest memories that I could remember growing up too as a teenager because it always gave me a sense of living and having a purpose as to why I had to move from California which had a great weather to Utah which was a wonderful four season state. Even though sometimes I whine that it gets to cold during the wintertime or too hot during the summer time I do have to say that I am thankful for the experiences that I have lived in theses wonderful places that I call home.