From Boy to Man :: Example Personal Narratives

From Boy to military man       It was December 26, 2002, a day that will live in my heading forever. I had just gotten my l ice-skating rinknse three long time before, and all I could think about was tearaway(a) around with my friends and enjoying the thought that I was in truth free to go wherever I wanted, and whenever I wanted. My vehicle was a 1994 Dodge. It was the family car that had been passed down. It had gone by means of my father, brother, and finally down to me. It was a o.k. piece of machinery, to me anyway. The stereo had five stations but no read player. The van had cruise control, but that took a long time to work. I would usually have to try it four or five multiplication before I could ever get it to work.       It had snowed a couple of days before, so the roads were okay, but they still had some snow and ice on them. Since I had my license for three days, I had already been through all the weather that God could throw at me, so I knew that I was a driving expert. All the times before, in advertizers ed., I had driven in the rain, in nice weather, mostly anything, but I was not prepared for what was going to happen on this day.       I picked up two of my non-driving friends because I was considered to be cool now that I could drive around without my parents. We decided that we should go to McDonalds to celebrate my achievements. I had my normal 9 with a Coke, and I forget what they got, but thats really not important. by and by McDonalds we decided to go out and just be teenagers, which included driving around, looking for chicks to drool over, and all the while I am thinking, why didnt I get my license at age 12? This is a breeze. We went out to McNeil Road to go by my old school, just to jocularity at it, but something went wrong.       Since it had snowed a couple of days before, the roads were worse than I had ever encountered during dri vers ed. The snow was blowing back and forth on the road.