Personal Narrative

When I was younger I was not so smart and would do questionable stuff all the time. I would jump from boulders to other boulders, climb on top of chairs, and even try killing snakes I would find in our yard. One day I learned a lesson from going on one of my self proclaimed adventures with a good friend.

I had been with my friend, Ian Busking, at his house over the weekend. we went outside and played soccer and basketball. We had good fun for a while but after a bit we were both trying to think of a new game to play so we put our minds together and thought. We came up with a game to see who could jump the highest. What we did was set up a game of ladder ball and used the rungs as the bar, then we tried jumping over them. I went first and

when I jumped my foot caught the rung, consequently I began to panic because I was about to fall so of course me being the dumb kid I was I extended my arm fully and locked it, bracing for impact.

The landing did not go well I ended up with a clean break through both bones and a lot of regret. At first I wasn’t crying because of the pain I was crying because I knew how my dad would react not to mention the fact that I had never seen an arm looking like mine did right then. For the next nine weeks I had a cast as well as some problems because I broke my dominant arm. Ever since then I have been considerably more cautious and safe and while I still do some dumb stuff I learned a major lesson that day.