Personal Narrative Essay About Masks
I hide, but not in the shadows, I hide behind a mask. This is me about to divulge my story, so please read on reader. I believe that finding true freedom a person’s mask will fall off. I always told myself as a kid to keep the mask on or else I might get hurt. I do not really know where this type of thinking came from. The mask only came off when I was in the safety of my own room. For years, I stay behind my fake face waiting and watching the world in silence until the day I could take the mask off in public. I realize that taking off my mask was a risk, but it is worth seeing the world and not feeling the need to hide. That day finally came, when the sun is shinning on my back, the wind whipping through my hair and the mask fell off my face. I wait on the warm sand
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She waves at me as she rides past us on a baby wave. I scream out my extol to her as she stands up, her legs wobbly like a newborn taking its first steps. I start to paddle to the sweet spot. My arms begin to burn as I work them into a rhythm. I move into a sitting position and watch the sunlight dance along the water. Kyle drifts next to me, and I try to kick him off his board, but instead he catches my leg and pushes me into the warm salty water. As I clumsily climb back onto the board I notice a pelican gracefully settles down in the water close to me. I make eye contact with Kyle and slowly put my pointer finger to my lips. He shakes his head at my childness. I quickly and quietly as possible paddle towards the pelican. Just as I draw closer I hear a splashing sound as if somebody just slapped his hand against the water. The pelican spreads its wings, knocking me off my board. In a panic, I scrambled back onto my board and quickly paddle back to Kyle, who is laughing at my misfortune. I slip under the waves and swim underneath his board and throw him off. “This is what you get for laughing at me.” I say to him as he
She waves at me as she rides past us on a baby wave. I scream out my extol to her as she stands up, her legs wobbly like a newborn taking its first steps. I start to paddle to the sweet spot. My arms begin to burn as I work them into a rhythm. I move into a sitting position and watch the sunlight dance along the water. Kyle drifts next to me, and I try to kick him off his board, but instead he catches my leg and pushes me into the warm salty water. As I clumsily climb back onto the board I notice a pelican gracefully settles down in the water close to me. I make eye contact with Kyle and slowly put my pointer finger to my lips. He shakes his head at my childness. I quickly and quietly as possible paddle towards the pelican. Just as I draw closer I hear a splashing sound as if somebody just slapped his hand against the water. The pelican spreads its wings, knocking me off my board. In a panic, I scrambled back onto my board and quickly paddle back to Kyle, who is laughing at my misfortune. I slip under the waves and swim underneath his board and throw him off. “This is what you get for laughing at me.” I say to him as he