Author's Note: First off, I totally forgot to put this on my blog when I made it about a week ago, so I'm putting it here now. "It" is a personal narrative that Mr. Graf showed us how to make. I often like to write about hings that people talk about, so this is what I did. I wrote it based on a day in St. Thomas when my family went on a cruise.
All animals are
unique and different. I think we can all agree on that. Except not all people
are fond of animals. That includes my mom, who seems to not like animals.
Strangely, she claims she likes them sometimes, but I know from experience that
she usually just says that because I love animals. This particular experience
is known as "the goat incident".
Towering above us in
St. Thomas was a sky-ride which glided along slowly up the tall, luscious hill
covered in flowers. If you listened closely, you could hear the soft chirping
of insects in the distance. Quickly, my dad, my mom, my brother Connor, and I
hopped onto the car before it went without us. All the way up the hill, it
creaked and shook from old age, luckily not too violently.
Eventually the car
stopped at a mini zoo. It couldn't be called a zoo because the cages filled
with regular old parrots were small octagons. A little farther along the
boardwalk was a fence. Inside were three goats (two large ones, one small one)
and two or three chickens/ducks.
A younger man
started feeding the goats a long, green leaf which he picked from the leaves.
He handed me some, saying that I could feed it, too. (I know what you 're
thinking, but there wasn't a sign that said "DON'T FEED THE
ANIMALS"). All of a sudden, the
large, brown goat leaped over the fence. It really started to scare me, and it
walked down the boardwalk. Even so, I found myself quickly snapping a picture
with the camera in my hand. As the goat clomped down the boardwalk toward the
fence bordering the mini zoo, I crept backwards. Closer to my mom. Just when
the goat had leapt the fence, my mom had scooted toward a slope. Well, that's
where I was headed since there was no where to go.
"Jim. Jim. Get
the goat away from me." My mom's eyes widened, and she tried to sound
calm, but I could still hear it in her voice that she was secretly panicking on
the inside. Slowly, I set down the leaves I was still carrying on the ground and
circled my way around the end of the mini zoo, veering the goat as much as
possible. Then I just went down the stairs which led back to the sky-ride. All
I could picture was the terrifying look on my mom's white face.
Thinking back, even
though my mom repeatedly told me it was not funny, and she was seriously
afraid, it still makes me smile. But at least now I know she's not in danger.
I still don't
completely understand why my mom dislikes animals so much, but I guess it might
me due to the bad experiences she had with them, including when she was younger
and a goat leaped onto her shoulders… I shouldn't go much into any kind of
details, although I can clearly picture in my mind what might have happened.
Still, I must respect that she just doesn't like animals.
