Personal Narrative: Entering The Trash Factory
I remember when I was 7 years old and spending time with my grandfather helping him with the trash-route helping him pick up the trash and throw it into the trash truck. We would do this from 4:30AM till 6PM 5 days a week during my summer vacation. After the route was finished, we would then head to the trash factory. Entering the trash factory I remember looking up and seeing these huge doors opening after we talked to the security guard and my thoughts of it was wow this is truly what my grandfather does. We would then offload the trash in a designated area where machinery would either pick up the trash or push the trash to another designated area to where it would be separated. The smells were worse than a dirty diaper on a hot sunny day