Twin Mountain-Personal Narrative
When I heard the sound of the station wagon starting up I almost soared out of my seat. I was so excited that I was going to Twin Mountain this weekend. The past week was troublesome and I was ready to leave all of that behind in reality. In the middle of the autumn season the mountains of West Virginia were magnificent and stood tall above all of us people below. As we ventured up the mountain, the windy turns and the popping of my ears almost made me wonder how much higher we were going. The butterflies in my stomach arrived when I saw the leaves on the many oak trees had that sweet auburn brown color that seemed to hug the earth that was around me. The car then stopped right outside the cabin and I opened the door to be greeted by a number
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I then began to climb up the mountain in hope of surmounting the top. The sound of the boots treading on the many pine cones and sticks on the ground echoed throughout the mountain. When I reached the top I looked back down and saw all the marvels of wildlife I thought to be my loyal subjects staring up at me. The wind whispered around me and almost lifted me into the clouds that were not too distant from where I was standing. I could be anyone I wanted and I didn’t have any worries about what I would face when I went back down. There was no one on top of the mountain who would tell me about the research paper I had to do or about the girl who says she hates my guts. When I’m at this special place I am in a state of reverie that is a form of escape from the many worries that I have left back in reality. But like all good things in life they have to come to an end and I eventually had to venture back down the mountain. As I trekked down the mountain all these fears, that had plagued me once before, started to trickle back into my mind, and I lost that state of relaxation that the top of the mountain brought to me. As we left the cabin in the station wagon, I looked back and saw all the leaves falling down for my departure and the wind made it as if the tree branches were waving good bye to me as the dust behind the car clouded up my vision.
I then began to climb up the mountain in hope of surmounting the top. The sound of the boots treading on the many pine cones and sticks on the ground echoed throughout the mountain. When I reached the top I looked back down and saw all the marvels of wildlife I thought to be my loyal subjects staring up at me. The wind whispered around me and almost lifted me into the clouds that were not too distant from where I was standing. I could be anyone I wanted and I didn’t have any worries about what I would face when I went back down. There was no one on top of the mountain who would tell me about the research paper I had to do or about the girl who says she hates my guts. When I’m at this special place I am in a state of reverie that is a form of escape from the many worries that I have left back in reality. But like all good things in life they have to come to an end and I eventually had to venture back down the mountain. As I trekked down the mountain all these fears, that had plagued me once before, started to trickle back into my mind, and I lost that state of relaxation that the top of the mountain brought to me. As we left the cabin in the station wagon, I looked back and saw all the leaves falling down for my departure and the wind made it as if the tree branches were waving good bye to me as the dust behind the car clouded up my vision.