a narrative essay

Time sure does fly by awfully fast. I can remember when I was still in kindergarten; drinking orange juice and cookies, playing at recess, nap time, having your own little cubbie hole, bringing your toys in for show and tell, playing heads up seven up when its raining out site, making arts and crafts to take home to your parents, and more. Then I realized the moment I’ve been waiting for has arrived. All the pain, agony, struggling, and time I’ve wasted away in my life is about to pay off. It was the beginning of my senior year in high school.

Life was taking on a whole new shape. One more year to go and I’ll be out of here. Your senior year so much is going on, and inside yourself you feel this warm sensation. Because you realize that your at the top of the hill. With this new feeling of life I told my self that I was going to do every senior activity and anything else I could do to make it the best year of school I would ever have.

My senior year started out good due to football. Our football team had a little reputation to keep, we would ether be horrible or great never in between. Following in the footsteps of previous years, we lost our first couple of games. But after day in and da

Our lives are only what we make them. At some point in life you grow up and realize what expected of you and what you need to do to survive. The time that you choose to grow up determines where your life will be going. Things are what you make them to be, and life offers more options when you grow up. Life is like wine, as it ages it gets gains flavor and is sweeter.

When we arrived to the field it started to sprinkle as we made our way from the bus to the locker room. Then it was time to play, the first two quarters were a war, then coming out of half time the our worst fear appeared. At the end of the next two quarters us seniors knew that our high school football careers were over. All of us huddled up trying to assure one another that we all played our hardest, not one dry eye out of 26 football players. The ride back was blanketed with silence.

y out of practicing in warm perspiring weather or cold shivering weather. Running and tackling on soft moist muddy ground, watching bone cracking hits after hits. Things were about to change. Before you know it we began to win.

Honestly I was scared of leaving; I didn’t want to wonder into the unknown. I wanted to stay with what was comfortable to me. But that wasn’t going to happen I was going to have to accept what was happening and just live with it. I was going to look at the bright side of life. As time wound down to weeks and then to days, of