Authors Note: This is my creative piece that I decided to make
after my spring DWA in the fifth paragraph I make a connection to the early
settlers in America.
Friday morning had arrived and this was the big day. The day
where my family and I take our trip up to our cottage in northern Wisconsin.
The cottage was basically in the middle of nowhere but it had one of my
favorite childhood memories so I wanted to keep the tradition on. Me and
brother both climbed on in to the car and the last few words I said before we
started the car was “hey dad are you sure the cottage is ready for us” all I
got in reply was “what do u think Jake”?
Unfortunately that’s not how things were when we arrived.
Throughout the car ride I mostly was sleeping myself, since
it was a 3 hour car ride I had to waste sometime sleeping. When we arrived at
the cottage the my brother blurted out right away “where’s the cottage”
instantly I looked over and saw a pile of broken wood and flames. My dad looked
shocked as he opened up the car door with no word. As he walked over I thought
how in the world could this have happened. When I was thinking he called me
over to come help we looked for maybe any remaining fuel for the car because my
dad just planned on filling it up at the cottage.
We couldn’t find anything no food or any other gas remains
we were doomed. It seemed like we be spending some time up here because there
wasn’t any way back. My dad told us stay back and try not to eat any of the
food as he was going to travel to see if he could find anybody that could help us.
As my dad left I told my mother and brother to gather into the car for the
night because it would be a cold one. When they entered the car they almost
fell asleep instantly and then I sat their thinking of my dad hoping he find
someone.
As the sun rose the next morning I instantly woke up
starving and went straight for the food. I went crazing when I looked at no
food being left at all. I asked my mom and brother who were already awake and
they both ha devoured all the food. Right away I was furious at both of them
since I had not eaten now in one day. Time passed slowly throughout the day and
my dad still hadn't made it back. Just
before I went to sleep I just hoped that my dad with make it back to us with
some help. The next morning came and I getting slower and slower by the hour
and my body seemed like it was shutting down. Suddenly I heard something really
loud behind me growling instantly I turned around and I saw a big momma big
sizing me up ready to strike.
My first instinct was to run and that’s exactly what I did.
I started running straight toward the forest and yelled to my mom and brother,
I got no answer. I ran straight toward
the lake down behind the cottage the bear was gaining on me until something miraculous happened. My dad swooped out of
nowhere picking me up and taking me the other direction, the bear was so
confused it stopped in its tracks. Just as my dad had set me down I had about a
million question for him but I my dad cut me off telling me we had to keep
moving because a cold front was coming through. As we started walking with not
much food and little knowledge of the terrain it reminded me of right now I am
in the position as the early settlers in
the U.S right now. They were constantly staving and looking for food but
failed, the terrain they were walking on was unknown, and lastly they had the
aspect of surviving the dangerous animals or weather, like the bear that almost
made a meal out of me.
After about 30 minutes we made it back to car to find my mom
and brother both looking very woozy. My dad right away filled up the car with
the little gas he found and we climbed into the car. We drove for about 15
minutes until we found a gas station and by then I knew the nightmare was over.
Following the stop for gas my mom and both came back to themselves and they
started asking question like “who am I” or “where are we”. I just ignored both
of them thinking now my favorite childhood memory has turned into my worst.
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