Sheriff's Beach-Personal Narrative
The starry night sky filled with twinkling lights is absolutely breathtaking. I hear the flames crackle and hiss as I slowly rotate the marshmallow over the glowing embers to create the perfect golden brown color. Happy cheers from my loved ones gathered around the bonfire, fill the summer air. I can smell the Norway pine trees and taste the ooey-gooey 'smore as it melts on my taste buds. This is my happy place; the place I never want to leave. My cabin is my favorite place in this crazy world, and even though I have had the best times and the fondest memories here, it holds so much more than just great experiences. The Lundgren cabin is located on Fishtrap lake, a few miles north of Little Falls, Minnesota. When the hour long drive
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My favorite memory would, without a doubt, be Sheriff's Weekend of 2015. Sheriff's Weekend is a weekend in August where we invite all of our closest friends up to have a fun, party-filled time. It's called Sheriff's Weekend because the first time we held this, our cranky neighbor called the cops on us for throwing a riot. This tradition has been ongoing for 12 years. Anyways, last summer all of the regulars made the trip and my sister and I, brought up our friends, Annette and Bailey. This time was so memorable because there were babies to play with, everyone was hysterical because they started drinking at noon, and we had some painful falls on the tube and wakeboard. The best flip was on the last day of our trip. We were tubing on a four person tube behind my neighbor’s speed boat. Of course we wanted to flip, so to signify this, we all yawned as if we were bored. When the driver recognized this, he whipped us out right into a huge wave, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion from there. Bailey flew off the back of the tube the moment we collided with the monster wave. We began to tip and before I knew it, we were vertical in the air with me on the top, Annette in the middle, and Sami already plummeting into the blue waters. The whole tube flipped on it’s stomach and I was soaring through the air when I landed straight on my bottom like I lept into a cannonball. When everyone surfaced, we started screaming with laughter and bewilderment at what just occurred. Not only will I never forget that ride, but my mom caught the action with a snapshot on her
My favorite memory would, without a doubt, be Sheriff's Weekend of 2015. Sheriff's Weekend is a weekend in August where we invite all of our closest friends up to have a fun, party-filled time. It's called Sheriff's Weekend because the first time we held this, our cranky neighbor called the cops on us for throwing a riot. This tradition has been ongoing for 12 years. Anyways, last summer all of the regulars made the trip and my sister and I, brought up our friends, Annette and Bailey. This time was so memorable because there were babies to play with, everyone was hysterical because they started drinking at noon, and we had some painful falls on the tube and wakeboard. The best flip was on the last day of our trip. We were tubing on a four person tube behind my neighbor’s speed boat. Of course we wanted to flip, so to signify this, we all yawned as if we were bored. When the driver recognized this, he whipped us out right into a huge wave, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion from there. Bailey flew off the back of the tube the moment we collided with the monster wave. We began to tip and before I knew it, we were vertical in the air with me on the top, Annette in the middle, and Sami already plummeting into the blue waters. The whole tube flipped on it’s stomach and I was soaring through the air when I landed straight on my bottom like I lept into a cannonball. When everyone surfaced, we started screaming with laughter and bewilderment at what just occurred. Not only will I never forget that ride, but my mom caught the action with a snapshot on her