My Adventure with Drugs :: Personal Narrative Writing

My Adventure with Drugs My brother David decided one afternoon that he was going to take me on an adventure. He came to this purpose after smoking pot and honoring the Disney version of Alice in Wonderland. I, being a child of nine, thought it sounded fun. My parents werent home and my brother was supposed to be watching me. Mom and Dad usually didnt like me going too far from the house when they werent there. Thats why I questioned was how long it would take. Well be back before they germinate home, he told me. That sounded good to me. I said Id go with him. We started off by walking over the hills and crossing the stream in the cow lop thats crosswise the road from my house. I showed him the group of trees near the far end of the field that was over grown and full of vines to swing on and logs to hide behind. I told him I called it Sherwood Forrest. It seemed like great news to him because he acted very excited, but to my disappointment we did not stop there. It seems that my brother had a destination in mind. We left the pasture and crossed through the corner of the forested ridges that begin around my house. We followed a path that my neighbor used to ride her horse on. We walked through freshly dour fields and grassy ones that had no productive purpose. Finally after all of the open land we ran into an obstacle. The obstacle is called route 283. My brother and I hopped the fence that is meant to storage area people and animals away from the highway. It wasnt until my brother climbed the embankment and had a leg over the metal barrier set up to keep cars from crashing into the ditch I stood in that I had enough courage to ask him a question.