Personal Narrative - A Journey :: Personal Narrative Writing

A Journey I am by myself habiliment my blue jeans and an old flannel app arel. It is cool outside merely I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots. It is just me and the timberland. I take nonhing with me when I leave, because I know that I wont be gone as well long. It is early run so it is cool outside but not cold. I am back on teh east coast liberty chiting through the woods of the Appalachins. The leaves have begun turning colors so there is a lovely aray of oranges, yellows, greens, and reds. The red colors of the leaves remind me of the maple trees that used to be outside of my house. I remember looking at the red leaves on those trees the evening of our riposte football game when Paul came over. The floor of the forest is damp but not muddy. There are moss covered stones that litter the path I am walking. Some of them are loose, and others are firmly embedded in the ground. For the most part they are the rocks th at you have to watch out for when your are running a cross-country race so that you do not sprain your ankle. They are the type of rocks that are annoying at picnics and campground fires because they are not big enough to amaze on and too big to move. I keep walking because I know that in advance of me is a small stream where I can quietly model and listen to the wet. It is small enough that some rocks portrude above the water and I could walk across if I wanted to. As I walk towards the stream I see a bottle that is empty and crushed. At one point it had been a bottle filled with mineral water for someone who had been hiking through the woods on a health trip. When I see it I dont stop to pick it up, but I puddle a mental note of its locations so I can walkover it on my way back. Once I reach the stream I sit on a rock and watch the water tip off over and around the stones in the creek bed. As I sit there a deer appears on the other side of the stream. not a buck, but just a standard doe.