Personal narrative written by Sarah, the fun-loving, caring best little woman you’ve ever heard write about the red bridge. I’m pretty sure you’ll agree, she’s pretty inspiring. From now on, September 3 will be called San Francisco Day. I love this!

San Francisco Day
By: Sarah Hulbert

Sarah HulbertIt was a sunny summer morning in San Francisco California; it was a hot 90 degree day in the big city of San Francisco. As I got up out of the hotel room bed, changed from my blue pajamas to my blue t-shirt, and my short shorts with the rhinestones. It was our third and last day in San Francisco. We had gone to the bike rental shop to get bikes, it was a clean shop. The shop was teal blue and had white tiles for the floor. There were light green walls with all different types of bikes, all different shapes, colors, and sizes. There was an old fashion bike with purple and pink accents on the wheels. It was a very special day for my dad.

My dad was wearing his blue jeans, black t-shirt, and his funny looking sunglasses. My dad’s girlfriend, Shannon, was wearing her black wolf hat, the short black dress, and her fuzzy black boots. Tyrah and Alex, my little siblings were riding on bikes attached to the adult’s bikes. Tyrah was wearing her pink striped t-shirt with her brown skirt and her rainbow belt. She had her small bike attached to her mom’s, pedaling away on the little orange pedals. Nick, my little bro, was wearing his cool black Tap Out shirt, skinny jeans, and his Nike shoes. He had a little black and gray bike. Antone my big brother was on his own bike, and Nicole my big sister was on her own bike. Also of course I got my own bike too, it was blue with white patterns going down all sides of the bike it had black handles and black pedals. It wasn’t a big bike but it wasn’t a small bike either. It was just the right size for me.

We stopped at this playground. It was blue green and had swings, monkey bars, and a slide. The slide was small when I tried to go down it I almost broke it. I think it was for 2 year olds. I went to the water fountain bent down and took a slurp before we set off again. I could just see a mere glimpse of the bridge. The bridge was easy to see. I could only see the little grey fog above the top of the bridge. Only a little further to see the glimmer of the sun, it looked beautiful. I looked up to the bridge just past the gravel road. I honestly don’t know why they call it the Golden Gate Bridge, it’s red and there is no gate. So off we went up the concrete hill it was pretty steep. This hill was steep and I was tired. There was a dirt path just among the road on the big hill, to be safe we rode on the dirt path. We had a little further to go and I felt exhausted.

Finally we got to the top of the hill; we were in a very sticky situation. I didn’t like all the people and cars around me but I just kept trekking on. When I finally got to the bridge I rode my bike to the first tower and I got off and put the kickstand down. The bike stood perfectly. I then waited for my dad to get to the tower. I stopped, got off, walked over to my sister and handed her my phone. She’d asked for the whole ride. When we were all there my dad took a hold of Shannon’s hands, he bent down on one knee, pulled out the orange case with the diamond ring inside. He was about to say the words “will you…”

“Say no say no,” said the passerby. Then when he realized what my dad was doing he said to say yes.

           We all laughed, “ha ha ha.” That was going to be memorable.

“Of course I will,” Shannon said with a smile. That was a happy ending to our new beginning. And one more thing we saw a little seal swimming down below the big red bridge!!! Now that’s a happy ending.

My response: I love love LOVE this and her. And…when dreams come true.