Example of recount text

Answer 1

I lifted my wet woollen gloves up to my damp eyelashes

and wiped the delicate snowflakes from my eyes. I could not feel my nose

and my breath was like icicles forming in the air. I was cold. I was fed up!

I wanted to go home. Mum and dad had forced me and my 2 sisters -

Jenny and Mary to go for a Sunday afternoon walk in the park. I could

see my footprints in the snowy path. Like a trail of breadcrumbs in the

forest showing me the way home.

I stopped and listened to the magic around me. I could hear the wind

howling like a stray dog hungry for a yummy bone. The branches of the

trees that used to whisper and rustle had become bare, brown bones and

the grass was covered with a white sparkling blanket. Then I saw a filmy

web shimmer and glimmer beneath a pale sun. My breath was like silky

soft smoke wafting up into the freezing cold air.

Suddenly there was mum with a big cup of liquid heaven. She handed it to

me with an enormous smile on her face.

' Here you are Jo, this will keep you warm"

I slowly sipped the delicious liquid and felt it dripping and slipping down

into my tummy like lava flowing down a mountainside. My wet woollen

gloves were no longer frozen but warm. My breath had thawed and I was

no longer fed up or cold. I was happy and contented.

By Anmol Mehnaz

Answer 2

"One Saturday last June, just two days after my high school graduation, a night of celebration turned into a costly and embarrassing lesson on the dangers of drinking and driving. Out with a girlfriend for a wild night on the town, we made stops at such popular hangouts as Studebaker's, Baggy Drawers, and Night Lights, and at each of these spots I drank a margarita or two. (Yes, I had a fake ID.) I was giggly by 11:00, tipsy by midnight, and flat out soused by the time we shut the bars down at three. Of course, as I hollered farewells to my friends and poured myself into the car, I was dead certain that I was sober enough to drive home safely. With one eye shut to keep the road from blurring, I weaved down Monroe Avenue. One minute there was not a soul on the road in front of me, and the next--crash! I had plowed into a big green Buick. When the police arrived--instantly, it seemed--they gave me a breath test even before asking to see my license. Naturally I registered drunk. After filling out pages of forms and checking to see that no one was injured, the police took me to jail, where I was photographed, fingerprinted, and charged with driving under the influence of alcohol (DUI). I had to pay a $2,000 fine and attend driving school for three months. It was there, viewing gory films of accident victims with their bodies crunched under tires and heads wrapped inside bumpers, that I resolved not to drive while intoxicated ever again."