Caved Rock Persuasive Speech
As I huff and puff and cry at the top of what is known as the “Caved Rock”, a small pigeon hovers above me and quickly drops it’s excrement on my sweaty and frizzy head. My stomach turned, every muscle in my body ached, it felt as if California’s drought was in my mouth, everything was horrendous. But I suppose I made it, I climbed the big “Caved Rock”; this was what people in the city described as a thrilling and life changing journey. They say you learn a lot about yourself and your companions along the way, it is suppose to be an enlightening trip;however, I’d be lying if I said that I learned anything about myself and felt some sort of enlightenment. I suppose did learn something; however, I hate physical activities--with a passion. But
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I was never an athlete, nor the outdoors man, I was the basement dweller that hated natural light and moaned every time I had gym class. But sometime inside me said, “Maybe you are, you just don’t give it a chance, you’ve rejected physical activities because you had a bad experience” I thought what could possibly go wrong to try. Trying something new never hurt nobody, maybe not permanently. I wanted to embody the outgoing and athletic kid that everyone loved at school, perchance that could be me …show more content…
I nearly scraped every exposed inch of my body on jagged rocks and protruding branches and bushes. I clawed and climbed my way up, hopping over treacherous logs and crawling through tree tunnels, I was on my last leg, figuratively and literally, my ankle got caught on a vine that sniped me as I hurled through. There I was at the peak of “Caved Rock”, and all I could do was attempt to gather myself together as I pant heavily. As my friends relish the moment with a loud harmonic cheer that echoed in the nearby trees, in my mind I could only think, what the hell was I thinking? There I am peering over the bluff, at the very top, a crystal clear view of the city beneath and the lovely river running by. The sun reflecting off the clear water, and the happy children with their parents swimming and playing water
I was never an athlete, nor the outdoors man, I was the basement dweller that hated natural light and moaned every time I had gym class. But sometime inside me said, “Maybe you are, you just don’t give it a chance, you’ve rejected physical activities because you had a bad experience” I thought what could possibly go wrong to try. Trying something new never hurt nobody, maybe not permanently. I wanted to embody the outgoing and athletic kid that everyone loved at school, perchance that could be me …show more content…
I nearly scraped every exposed inch of my body on jagged rocks and protruding branches and bushes. I clawed and climbed my way up, hopping over treacherous logs and crawling through tree tunnels, I was on my last leg, figuratively and literally, my ankle got caught on a vine that sniped me as I hurled through. There I was at the peak of “Caved Rock”, and all I could do was attempt to gather myself together as I pant heavily. As my friends relish the moment with a loud harmonic cheer that echoed in the nearby trees, in my mind I could only think, what the hell was I thinking? There I am peering over the bluff, at the very top, a crystal clear view of the city beneath and the lovely river running by. The sun reflecting off the clear water, and the happy children with their parents swimming and playing water