Personal Narrative Fiction

The floor was rock hard and chilly after I blacked out for a few seconds and my vision was blurred, as if I had just woken up early in the morning and I was still very tired. While I laid on the ground with my head pounding and my skull feeling shattered, I was like a detailed painting at a museum and people were staring at me in pure shock. There were sounds of gasps and passerbys asking if they should call 911 and if I was okay. At the time I couldn’t hear what they were saying because I was so out of it. You might be very confused as to why I was suffering on the floor, so I’m here to explain how and when I fell.
About nine years ago, when I was around three, my mom decided it would be a good idea to go to her favorite store at the time, Sam’s Club, in oppose to being lazy and staying home. I didn’t want to go, but I was three, so I would barely care in a few minutes anyway. It was like there was a mad scientist making me enjoy things I didn’t want to enjoy. When we got in the car, I remember my little brother crying the entire way there and me yelling at him,

“Stevie, stop crying!

It’s annoying!”,
like a doctor trying to calm a little kid getting a shot. We finally arrived, and I basically kissed the floor. I didn’t even enjoy that store at three, but I jumped off the walls everywhere I went because I was such an outgoing kid. Being my uncontrollable self, this is one of the reasons I was unconscious on the

floor.
I chose to sit in the section of the cart where the groceries are placed, only because I liked to pretend the paper towels were a couch. My mom disliked it when I did this, but eventually got tired of telling me to sit correctly. After my mom put my brother, who was a very delicate baby, into the cart, that’s when the chain reaction began. My mom used to let me get things off the shelves when I was little, like when janitors get up on a stool to clean high up. When I couldn’t reach it though, she told me not to get it off the shelf, so I didn’t.
The item we needed happened to be something I really enjoyed, I can’t go back far enough on this day to remember exactly what it was, but I know that I really thought I needed it. When my mom was getting my brother settled into the baby seat of the cart, I stood up like I was about to applaud, and my mom kept admonishing me to sit back down. It went something like this;
“Madison, sit back down!” She immediately scolded.
“I can’t reach it!” I replied.