Personal Narrative: Growing Up In A Deer Run

Growing up in the Deer Run area I detested wilderness. I went to an elementals school by the name of Pete Gallego; it is located on the outskirts of Eagle Pass and we didn't have to go far to see vast wilderness. To the students of Pete Gallego Elementary, wilderness was a barren wasteland that only homed rattlesnakes and hares. We saw it every day at recess; there were mesquite trees, more mesquite tree and believe it or not a few hundred more mesquite trees. They weren’t even the green ones; they had this dirty grey hue to them, as if they had been bleached by years of children’s tears. So when my sixth grade teacher gave us the project of, “take time out of your day to look at and appreciate nature.” I was livid; I was not going to walk around this desert and risk my life to appreciate sadness and sorrow. Little did I
As a boy I didn’t care much for school nor the environment for that matter. I was oblivious to my home; I littered, left the tap running, and don’t remember a particular time I carpooled. I was apathetic to the creatures and wildlife around me. I was a young boy who didn’t care for anything but himself. But all that changed once I heard the legend of the mysterious river behind Pete Gallegos. I was a gullible boy who pictured an oasis filled with hundreds of fish, a beautiful green grassland filled with deer and enclosed by an overabundance of majestic green mesquites. It would have been Deer Runs Garden of Eden, that is if I found it. I immediately went to my best friend Felipe’s house and told him what I heard. He was not as intrigued and enthusiastic as I was; he merely came because he thought this would make a great story one day. I then packed our gear, this included a ham sandwich with the crusts cut off and two chilly Dr. Peppers. And so we rode for about two minutes until then we got there; we only lived a few blocks from Pete Gallegos. I lunged