A Missed Opportunity :: Personal Narrative Writing

A Missed prospectEvery time we had visited Williamsburg, my mother had always wanted to view the renowned Fife and Drum Corps. Dressed in full costume of red coats and tri-corner hats, these re-enactors troop down the Duke of Gloucester Street playing their instruments in a call to arms of the towns militia. These men have always been matchless of the main(prenominal) attractions of Williamsburg and one of the symbols of the compound area. They perform only once or in two ways a week and by either bad luck or fate, my mother has never actually seen them march. The single time that she did wait for their proceeding to start, it was cancelled due to bad weather.It was the second day of our familys yearly three-day trip to Colonial Williamsburg. We had spent the majority of the day strolling ab forbidden the colonial area, and tensions were getting high. My brother, as the middle child, always picked the most inopportune time to annoy my sister, the youngest. After several nea r fights, my parents thought that a subatomic separation was in order, at least until dinner. My mother suggested that we go see a program entitled Dance Our Dearest Diversion. Of course, she knew that neither one of us would care to go see the show, creation as uninterested in colonial dancing as a reproduce is of swimming.Per tradition, my brother and I had earlier in the day bought colonial styled blues. He had chosen a handsome set of Fox and Geese, while I had decided on the much exotic and unknown Mancala. All the impale consisted of was a flat board with fourteen pits on it, two of the pits being slightly larger than the rest. The bigger pits were at the ends of the board, and the other twelve were in two rows between them. Those pits had four stones (or flattened marbles) in them, and the object of the game was to capture the most stones. According to the little pamphlet that came with the game, Mancala required more mathematical reasoning than sheer luck. We had sat under the shade of one of the numerous trees that lined the main street of the colonial section, to try out my newly bought game and to rest my tired feet. The cool breeze soothed my scorched my neck as I contemplated my next move.