Personal Narrative On My Knee

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Six years of my life had passed if a blink of an eye. Everyday was the same: sleep, eat, play soccer for ten out of the twelve months of the year, every year. It was a lifestyle not a burden. I had been fortunate enough to have never had a serious injury up until this point in my life. I was a freshman in high school, and it was my first time playing with the big shots. It was the beginning of the season and more then anything I was ready to step it up and compete at the higher level. I had trained all summer, gone to soccer camps and did everything I could to make sure that I would be the best that I could be. Sure, I questioned whether it’d all be worth it; the early morning runs in the blistering summer heat, the oozing blisters on the back …show more content…

It was as if my body was in shock as I fell to the ground. My eyes were squeezed shut, and all I could feel was the shooting pain driving around my knee. It was as if the pain started at the point of impact and traced around my knee until it got back to the starting point a countless number of times.When I finally opened my eyes I saw that my knee had immediately turned a purplish-black, and my coach was running out onto the field. I tried to shake it off and stand back up to play, but I immediately limped back onto the ground. “Blaire, there’s no way you’re playing in any more of this game” my coach said, and I felt my heart sink. I fought back tears of disappointment as my coach helped me to limp off the field. It was the first time in my life that I had sat on the bench for a game. I felt frustrated and angry, like all of my hard work was suddenly for nothing, as I sat with ice burning and numbing my knee it was so cold. Unfortunately, the next day was not much better. I was not able to walk, and limped around everywhere. My parents knew that something was seriously wrong because I was always one to shake things off and deal with the

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