Free Narrative Essays - Dodging Bullets -- Example Personal Narratives

Dodging Bullets       It was a warm fall day in early October, a day that I recall quite vividly.  The smells of the transition from summer to fall were in the air, accompanied by the articulates of birds singing and the wind blowing by means of the trees. It was on this beautiful day that my existence was almost terminated.       by and by school on this day, a friend and I decided to go hunting in the beginning our evening basketball practice. I really dont know why we called it hunting, because we didnt have an idea exactly what we were hunting for. We had forty acres of my backyard to do our merciless putting to death of defenseless animals. We were two ignorant kids with semi-automatic and lever-action .22 caliber rifles. As we strolled into the woods to see what terror we could create for the creatures of the forest, we noticed a large abundance of squirrels.  They seemed to be dancing around as if they were gathering th ere before us in groups--laughing at us, begging us to shoot them.  We had to keep walking, for we were still too resolve to the neighboring houses to be shooting these rifles.  So we trudged along, occasionally commenting on how the leaves crunching beneath our feet would scare off the squirrels, as if we were some fierce snipers in desperate bring of stealth.         At last we made it to an area far enough from the houses.  My friend was the one with the semi-automatic, and he immediately started unloading his clip on everything in sight.  The sound of the bullets being propelled from the barrel echoed throughout the woods.  After his barrage of shots, I noticed a large oak tree with squirrels in i... ...e to dodge bullets. I snarl that I could see those bullets in their spiraling motion coming at me. This idea made me laugh, but I didnt engage it for long, for I was still agitate by the event.  What if Id been hit by the onslaught of bullets and turned into a bloody piece of Swiss cheese? Worse yet, I could have been killed. I site there for what seemed to be a short eternity until the shadow of my friend appeared over me. I ran out of bullets, he said in a relaxed tone. After I voiced a few choice words to my companion, he helped me up, and I slowly but surely went home.       Naturally, neither of us mentioned this scenario to our parents.       Later that evening, I decided that playing video games was a safer way to kill time before practice.  It was quite a while before we went hunting again.