Narrative (Short Story): 
My Gecko Experience
   My first time seeing a gecko was, well, interesting. I hadn't ever seen one before, not at zoo's, nothing. I figured the only place I'd ever be able to see one was in Hawaii. When my parents and I arrived at the house where we stayed, we immediately noticed about five or six geckos all over the walls, I noticed it was a gecko by the greenish yellow skin color and the red along its back. I yelled "Look, guys! It's a gecko!" with the biggest smile on my face. My mom then ran over and smiled, as if she had seen them before. "When me and your father went to Kauai, they were everywhere, even in the dresser drawers" she said quietly, trying not to scare off the little guy. I then put my hand closer to the gecko, approaching it slowly. I remembered for a second what I had researched about geckos, that they are extremely hard to catch. While approaching, it then started to crawl away, up the wall, unlit it was too high to reach. Slightly sighing, I turned around to what may have been three geckos all over the patio table, eating what looked to have been a stale cookie. While he was eating the cookie, I approached him even slower then I did with the last gecko. I was able to get very close, since the gecko was distracted with the cookie! "Mom I got one!" I yelled in joy, the gecko had crawled right up my arm. I hadn't ever felt anything like that before, its feet were like little suction cups. It was definitely very exciting. After then, I made sure to leave a cookie outside every day, and couldn't wait to play with another one.