My Adventure with Drugs :: Personal Narrative Writing

My Adventure with Drugs My associate David decided one subsequentlynoon that he was going to take me on an adventure. He came to this decision after smoking pot and watching the Disney variation 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 give care me going too far from the house when they werent there. Thats why I questioned was how dogged it would take. Well be back before they get 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 over the stream in the cow clip thats across the road from my house. I showed him the group of trees near the far end of the field that was over handsome and full of vines to swing on and logs to hide behind. I told him I called it Sherwood Forrest. It seemed manage great news to him because he acted very excited, but to my disappointment we did non 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 newly turned 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 keep people and animals away from the highway. It wasnt until my brother climbed the embankment and had a offset over the metal barrier set up to keep cars from crashing into the upchuck I stood in that I had enough courage to ask him a question.