So, I'm currently sitting in my classroom while my entire class of 4th graders are writing a personal narrative. I thought it would be good for me to set an example and write as well, so here I am writing on my blog as they write on their yellow legal pads, the rough draft to which I'll be editing so they can make their final copies for their parents during conferences. Here's my personal narrative....
Gathering our mats, towels, snorkling gear, and books, Sarah and I walked down the parking lot path to Wailea beach. Being in Hawaii was absolutely amazing and perfect in almost every way. The sun shone brightly in the morning, the Pacific rolled her waves gently onto the sandy beaches and the clear salt water beckoned for us to "Come on in, the waters fine!" Walking through the soft sand, feeling it slip beneth my toes is the most comforting feeling in the world for me. The ocean always seems to be a place where tranquility comes to me in overwhelming rushes of peace.
As we moved closer to the water, a small patch of warm sand called for our towels and we set up camp in the morning sunlight. I fairly quickly put my things down, set tiny piles of sand on each of the corners just in case the trade winds kicked up and reached for my blue netted bag. My snorkling gear was screaming to be pulled out and used. Setting my sandles aside and reaching for the bag, I took out my de-frogger and squirted it on the snorkling mask to help avoid it from fogging up.
The time was finally here, I put the last touches of SPF 70 on my Michigan skin and stood up, flippers in hand. I adjusted the snorkling mask and breathing tube, wiped the last strand of my long brown hair back into the ponytail, looked toward Sarah and started toward the perfectly blue Maui waters. One step into the surf was all I needed, finally I felt like I was home in my element, the warm, salty ocean water.
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