Personal Narrative-The Slope On The Hill
The Slope on The Hill
It was the most casual winter day of the year. My body under a blanket, Hot chocolate in one hand and a T.V. Remote in the other. I was flipping from channel to channel trying to find a show that I could settle on. My eyes were glued to the bright screen, although I could see each and every snowflake falling out of the sky. It was hard not to admire. Here in Michigan, We have the most beautiful winters, and the nicest of summers. I love to diversity that comes with all the weather rather than having a dreaded summer all year like in Florida, and a harsh year round winter like Alaska. The hot chocolate that I had just whipped up was still scorching hot and was burning my lips after every sip. The whipped cream helped dim the chocolates temperature. After searching almost every channel, I decided that I should just watch some ESPN. I usually didnt watch ESPN that often because they often report the same things over and over. I remember once when I was about 10 years old and Rob Gronkowski was injured. One day I saw that they were …show more content…
“Shure, what time should I meet you there?”
“How about 3:00?”
“Okey Dokey, See you there!”
Well, lets see, its 2:24 right now so I could get my bag packed with all the necessary gear, and then I could bike there and be right in time. I was packing my Camel Back bag with snow pants, a winter jacket, and a foldable sled. I packed all that up in about two minutes, then hopped on my bike right away. I had to ride over on my brothers bike because my tires we worn out and popped. Each and every snowflake was so clear and beautiful. They were flooding the streets and sidewalks and roofs of houses. When I was even younger than I am right now, it was hard to appreciate the beauty that came with every
It was the most casual winter day of the year. My body under a blanket, Hot chocolate in one hand and a T.V. Remote in the other. I was flipping from channel to channel trying to find a show that I could settle on. My eyes were glued to the bright screen, although I could see each and every snowflake falling out of the sky. It was hard not to admire. Here in Michigan, We have the most beautiful winters, and the nicest of summers. I love to diversity that comes with all the weather rather than having a dreaded summer all year like in Florida, and a harsh year round winter like Alaska. The hot chocolate that I had just whipped up was still scorching hot and was burning my lips after every sip. The whipped cream helped dim the chocolates temperature. After searching almost every channel, I decided that I should just watch some ESPN. I usually didnt watch ESPN that often because they often report the same things over and over. I remember once when I was about 10 years old and Rob Gronkowski was injured. One day I saw that they were …show more content…
“Shure, what time should I meet you there?”
“How about 3:00?”
“Okey Dokey, See you there!”
Well, lets see, its 2:24 right now so I could get my bag packed with all the necessary gear, and then I could bike there and be right in time. I was packing my Camel Back bag with snow pants, a winter jacket, and a foldable sled. I packed all that up in about two minutes, then hopped on my bike right away. I had to ride over on my brothers bike because my tires we worn out and popped. Each and every snowflake was so clear and beautiful. They were flooding the streets and sidewalks and roofs of houses. When I was even younger than I am right now, it was hard to appreciate the beauty that came with every