Heading To Makawala Point-Personal Narrative
Indoor
Walking down the stairs, turning the corner, I enter my room. As I open the door, I immediately feel the soft carpet, I am enveloped in the familiar surroundings. The two colored walls, the shelves that hold my books and various trinkets, and my bed with its headboard holding an assortment of items. Sitting on the downy soft comforter, I smell a faint whiff of sweet pea that is constantly in the air. While I sit I listen to the quiet music that is always playing in the background. All the while thinking of contentment.
Outdoor
Heading to Makawala Point, is a long, steep hike. As I walk along the uneven ground, I see an abundance of trees, each with an array of colorful leaves, and branches that touch the sky. At the trail’s end is
Walking down the stairs, turning the corner, I enter my room. As I open the door, I immediately feel the soft carpet, I am enveloped in the familiar surroundings. The two colored walls, the shelves that hold my books and various trinkets, and my bed with its headboard holding an assortment of items. Sitting on the downy soft comforter, I smell a faint whiff of sweet pea that is constantly in the air. While I sit I listen to the quiet music that is always playing in the background. All the while thinking of contentment.
Outdoor
Heading to Makawala Point, is a long, steep hike. As I walk along the uneven ground, I see an abundance of trees, each with an array of colorful leaves, and branches that touch the sky. At the trail’s end is