My class and I just finished a writing unit looking at other authors as mentors. Here is the personal narrative I wrote for myself and the kids:

The car was covered with white. Snow trapped! I cleared a little from the window with a shovel. I hacked at the ice on the door and pried it open. I turned the key. It started on the first try! Whew!

I let it warm up a little then backed up slowly. I couldn’t see very well and was afraid I might run into the house. I drove forward a little. I turned the steering wheel and backed up again.

I heard the snow against the other side… the car stopped. I tried going forward… I tried going backward. The car wouldn’t move. Snow trapped!

I tried to get out but the door was broke. I tried the other side but it only opened a little. Snow trapped!

I honked the horn. BEEP… BEEEEP… I hope someone hears…

I was about to honk the horn again. Wait! Did I see something move outside my door? I peeked through the small part of my window not covered with ice. Just then, Amy opened the door and asked, “Need any help?”

“Yes, I’m stuck!” Snow trapped! “Can you get in and I’ll try to push you out?”

She got in. I tried pushing the car forward. I tried pushing it backward. It still didn’t move.

“Nevermind,” I said. “I’ll just have to try and get it out after school.”

It stayed there all day. I could only think about how to get that snow trapped car unstuck.