Jadon Johnson Ms. Lehmann English 2-1B 9 October 2019 Heart Attack One Friday afternoon my parents asked, “Do you want to go camping?” I said, “Yes! Can I invite Zander?” “Yeah you can invite Zander.” So we were off, headed to the South Hills to go camping for the weekend. When we got there, I could tell a difference in the fresh air, and I could smell all the pine trees. As soon as we got done setting up camp, I asked Zander, “Do you want to go for a quick ride?” “Yeah!” He responded. We got on the dirt bikes and went into the mountains to explore all the trails we could find. When we decided to go back to camp, it was almost dark. We sped back to camp, racing the sun. We beat it by a few minutes. The next day, we got up and had breakfast. I always love waking up in the morning to the smell of bacon. After breakfast, my dad asked, “Do you guys want to go for a ride today?” We both responded, “Yes!” We put our boots and helmets on, and we followed my dad. We got on the single track trail, and about half way through the trail, Zander and I were wiped out from all the rocks we had to bounce over. I could tell something was wrong with my dad, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. He just didn’t have as much energy as he usually did. I figured everything was fine and just focused on the ride and having fun. On Sunday morning, both Zander and I slept in for a long time, and when we woke up, we were still exhausted. We mostly just hung out on Sunday until we packed our things and went home. About one month after the camping trip, I was working in the field as usual, and I got a phone call from my brother. I could tell he was scared or nervous by the way he sounded on the phone. He said, “Do you want to go golfing?” I got confused because I could tell something was off, and he wasn’t excited about going golfing. I replied, “No, is everything okay?” “Yeah, but dad is in the hospital because he is having heart trouble. Do you want me to pick you up to go to the hospital?” “Yeah,” I replied in terror. I was close to my grandma’s house when I got the call, so I went to check on her. As I walked in, she was on the phone hearing the news. After she got off the phone, we hugged each other because we were both scared. When I got to the hospital, they made us sit in the waiting room for about fifteen minutes before we got to see my dad after surgery. When we walked in, I could see the disbelief on his face, like he didn’t believe he was having a heart attack. It was scary seeing my dad in a hospital bed, weak. After a few minutes of just sitting in the room, he said, “I’m glad you guys made me get checked out.” We all laughed a little bit and realized he was back to his normal self. I learned that I should be aware that I’m most likely going to have heart problems when I’m older, and I learned that when someone looks off, you should ask them how they are doing. My dad probably would’ve lied to me about it, but it’s worth a try.
Personal Narrative Reflection
Please answer all questions in complete, grammatically correct sentences.
Explain the process you went through to write this paper. Please be specific.
I started brain storming and wrote an outline. I wrote a rough draft and then I fixed it for my final draft.
2. What qualifies this paper as a narrative? What are the requirements for this genre and how did you meet them? Imagery, dialogue, and show don’t tell makes it a narrative.
3. What is one part of your story that you think turned out really well? What do you like about that part? I liked when I hinted something was wrong with my dad when we were riding.