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Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Mississippi River
My dad always told me that my imagination and ideas are wild. I never quite knew what he meant until a few years ago. Even though you may be terrified of certain things it is important to face them and widen your comfort zone and become fearless.
It was a very hot day in July. My friends and I decided to go to the Mississippi River for a few days to hangout, get tan and wakeboard. The day we made our journey, it was six in the morning on a Saturday. Gross right? I mean who in their right mind would wake up on a Saturday at six in the morning!? Well… us, because we aren't in what you may call a “normal mind-set”. We aren't like the teenagers nowadays that sit in bed until three in the afternoon wasting our precious summer. We realize that there are only twenty-four hours in a day and we take full advantage of that! For us, waking up early like that is just a promise to have a long, exhilarating day. After waking up and packing everything needed, we take off for Wabasha. One long hour goes by and we finally get to the boat landing where I back in the boat. As I drive out to the main channel, I saw that the water is calm
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Even my dad saw the wheels in my head turning. He asked what chaotic idea I was creating now. I gave him a little smirk and said “you'll find out!” It's about six in the afternoon now and he walks past the highest sand dune with a long piece of plastic stretching down the side. I had the genius idea to syphon water from the river up to the very top. My dad climbed to the top and slid down like the five year old he is. To be honest I was a little intimidated by my own idea! I was a little scared to go down because of my fear of heights. After contemplating for a good minute or two, I slid down and hugged my dad. He told me that I definitely won the idea competition and that made me feel great! I ended up conquering my fear of heights also, safe to say it was a win

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