Personal Narrative Essay: My Experience In The Woods

I live a rather frantic and busy life. For as long as I can remember, I have always been going from one thing to the next. My sister and I would eat dinner in the car and have several bags packed for the different meetings, practices, or extra curriculars we had to go to on any given day. For this reason, I always enjoyed the weekends when my family would travel to my grandparent’s cabin nestled in the woods of Wisconsin. I loved how quiet and peaceful the woods are up there. At the cabin there is horrible cell reception as well, so I was always able to unplug and just wander in the woods with my own thoughts, similar to what Berry did. I used these pleasant memories as inspiration for my walk. At this time of year, the temperature tends to …show more content…
When I entered the woods, the wind died down and I could focus more on my thoughts and my surroundings instead of the chill in my bones. As I walked, I noticed many things about the wilderness around me. The many warm colors of the leaves that made the tree tops seem as though they were erupted in flames, the dark dampness of the dirt where the roots were buried, the sounds of the small animals shuffling quickly across the forest floor as I approached, the branches of the trees swaying in the wind, and the leaves moving together creating the sound of applause, all these things filled my mind and the sights, sounds, smells, and feelings of the forest put my senses into overload. I was reminded of the …show more content…
I thought about the first couple weeks that I was here and how terrified I was of never making any friends. And now I can walk through campus and see people I know everywhere. I have started to mold a life here, creating bonds with the people around me. The deeper I walked into the woods, the deeper into my thoughts I went. I thought about each person and how thankful I am to have such great people in my life. I remembered back to the first time I met them and how our friendships have grown since. Unconsciously, I smiled because I am blessed to have so many people here that care about me. I thought about my classes and how each one offers a different view point from the others, but they have all allowed me to open my mind and think in ways I didn’t know schools would allow you to think. I have grown so much due to all the thinking I have been able to do and all the new ideas that have been presented to me. I cool wind sent another shiver up my spine and shook my thoughts up. I began to wonder if my great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren would be able to have an experience such as this. Would my descendants be able to stroll through the forest away from the blue lighted, machine-filled world we live in? Would they share the same love and compassion for the wilderness as I do? This thought scared me, because what if they didn’t or what if for