Personal Narrative: Las Vegas

It was the summer of 2011, right when the sun was shining vicious during the day. We were on the way to visit Las Vegas, and the time we arrived were unexpectedly early. The scenery besides the highway started to get boring for staring at a long period of time, and suddenly, multiple high hills piled up with sand came in sight. A quick decision has been made, “let’s go closer and take a peek at it!” My friend Michelle and I were all extremely excited about this adventure. We found a open space without the coverage of wire fences, with a clear and distinct tire marks as guidelines that leads us to our destination. We are unenlightened about the danger of the prohibited area. As the road narrows down and the tires marks continuous to extend forwards,

“We are making progress, I think we’ll arrive soon,” my dad was checking the road conditions ahead of us, nothing abnormal. After driving for a while, the car suddenly stopped like a balloon leaking air out hopelessly. Despite how hard to step on the accelerator, the car could barely moved. Michelle and I looks clueless about the situation, until my dad claimed that we are stuck in the sand. We’ve tried so many ways to pull our car out of the sand, however, the sand acted like a strong man with super power dragging us backwards and not let us escape. Our patience was desperately reduced after doing nothing for 30 minutes. We attempted to call the SOS, but the GPS would not work because we were in the middle of nowhere. Mobile phone signals went completely off, everything we did were useless. I was shocked, my mind was going off for a few seconds, finally realized our situation. Thinking to myself, I can’t die! My dad decided to walk out of this place, awful and desolated

Our excitement were extinguished by the extensive amount of wilderness, or even a trace of human living. Bored lizards went out of their tiny whole, glancing at the “attackers” to defend their territories. Dreadful silence surrounded us as if it is trying to force us to gave up from escaping. The high hill piled up with sand are still in sight, but still unreachable. It’s right at noon, the sun were gleaming like a extremely hot stove, burning every creature to death. I was in despair, the hot air blowing made me want to stifle. The endless golden sand made me a little sick, blurred my vision, and made me unable to walk. After walking for one hours, I felt the sticky sweats dripping down my face, neck, and back, and the rustling sound when we walk on the sand annoys me a little. Water supplies were the essentials for this special “adventure”, which we didn’t stored a lot in our car. My dehydrated mouth were like the desert, lacked of moisture. My other friends also looked horrible, while my mom was encouraging us to walk until the end. The distance we needed to walk were mentally destroying my weakened