Personal Narrative: My Utopia

A Utopia is an imagined place where everything is perfect. It can be real or not. My Utopia consists of a race track with lots of loud cars. My Utopia looks like (and is) a racetrack. There is loose dirt flying all over the place. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you get a rock thrown at your face by cars zooming by. There is hundreds of people sitting in the bleachers, most of the time huddled up with blankets because of the cold. There is empty soda bottles and old candy wrappers laying under the bleachers. There is kids running around, disobeying parents orders. People are screaming and yelling for their favorite driver. The racetrack feels like there is a drum inside your ribcage. This feeling comes from cars turning the track and people cheering