Personal Narrative: My First Grade Life

Do you remember your first grade year? Not many people do, but i’m gonna tell you a story about my whole first grade life. It was the summer before I went into first grade. My mom had told me and my brother that we are moving. We didn’t know where though. The day we were moving we found out we moved to a different town call New Bloomfield. I wasn’t very fond of it. It was a new school. I didn’t have any friends. Mom told us the only reason we moved there was because she got a better job offer and she didn’t to live in mexico anymore. The first day of school started and I was being a shy. And i didn’t talk to anyone. My older brother was in the 4th grade and he was on the other side of the whole school. New Bloomfield school was a school that was kindergarden through 8th grade in one building and the high school was normal 9th grade through 12th grade. The high school building was behind the school i was going to. They had the schools next to each other. My house we lived in was very tiny it was on 2 bedrooms. My brother

It was middle of November. We were jumping on the trampoline and we had the idea of him grabbing my arms and spin in circle. He drops me and we hear a crack and I start bawling my eyes out. My aunt, that was in 10th grade comes outside asking what happened. She took me inside and waiting for my mom to come pick us up. I was in shock, so I was sleeping the whole time. My mom gets there and ask what happened and we told her. She thought my arm was just popped out of place and she tried to pop it back in but i wouldn’t let her, so she took me to the hospital. After spending hours in the ER we found out that my arm was fully broken, snapped in half. The way I landed on it, it was the back of my had on the trampoline and all my weight landed on my wrist and arm. I went to school the next day in pain. Everyone asking what happened. To be honest, I made friends after that had