Narrative Essay
My uncle decided to give us the grand tour of Moab since he had lived there for a few years. My uncle is a little more adventurous then the rest of us and wanted to take us on a hike that is a little harder for beginners. Now keep in mind that my oldest sister was fifteen and my younger brother was only one. My family was kind of young at the time and loved adventure but hadn’t had much experience in dangerous stunts.
We were having fun climbing up and down rocks, enjoying the nature when we were met with two huge rock walls facing each other. As we were trying to figure out how we were going to go around them, my uncle started moving forward to go right in between the two rock walls. Because the walls went straight down, you had to put your feet on each side and walk your way through very carefully. My older siblings were all for it and thought this was the adventure of a lifetime. I, on the other hand, was only eight, afraid of heights and very claustrophobic. About half way to the end we stopped and decided to pass my little brother through. My problem just got worse, not only did I have to get myself through, but I also had to carry my brother through. I couldn’t believe that they would trust me with that, when if I dropped him he would fall to his death. We did eventually get through, but I vowed I would never do something like that again.
Now that I am older and looking back on this experience I realize that it wasn’t that big of a deal. No one was going to get hurt and the walls weren’t that far apart. I only had to move my little brother across my body and to my uncle. I made a bigger deal out of it then it was worth. If I had a chance to do it over again, I would probably think of it as a great adventure.