Everyday was a normal day, but this is a day I will never forget. Everyday I would go across the street to my friend Tyanna house, because she had a trampoline in her backyard. When it snowed in Clarksdale it didn’t snow as much as it would in another city. I woke up early on a snowy day to jump on the trampoline, because it was a lot of snow on the trampoline. We started making snowballs, and throwing them at each other. In her backyard Tyanna had two days. Her dog's names were Bullet and Lady. I threw so many snowballs at Lady, because she was the closest to the trampoline. She was running from them, because she was scared of the snowballs. The next day I went to back there to get on the trampoline as usual with Tyanna. Lady was trying to get a stick, but it was too far from her. I jumped off the trampoline to give Lady the stick. When I bend down to give her the stick she jumped on my face and bit my lips. My lips was gushing with blood. The blood filled the palms of my hands. I started screaming, but I wasn’t crying. Tyanna mom was a nurse she ran out the house. She said”Oh baby you need some stitches !” I started walking to the front, and my dad was running out the house. My dad didn’t know what was happening, but he knew I needed some stitches. We went into the house to get me a shirt, because the one I had on was …show more content…
She put the first needle in my lip. When she put the needle in my lip I started screaming and crying. She stopped to go get 6 men to hold me down, because I was jumping too hard. After every stitch there was a scream, but the last two I got used to them. She finally was done I was more embarrassed of my face, that I didn’t recognize all the pain. I had 17 stitches in my lip. I couldn’t do nothing but stare in the mirror and touch my lips. My face was ugly and I thought the scares would stay there forever. If you ever look at my face you will never know I got bit by a
Personal Narrative: My Life in Rollerblades. I have often felt that the people who asked me why I rollerblade were sorry they did. Perhaps they thought they were going to get a quick, canned reply like "I enjoy it" or "Its fun." Instead, they discover that their question triggers a more complex response. There are various reasons why I strap my feet into a pair of boots on wheels each and every day.
I had gotten stitches in my head before and all I remember is how much it hurt. I didn’t want to go through the same feeling again. I stared at my toes and all I can see was blood. My toes hurt as they applied some kind of a medicine. It felt like my leg was on fire. The medicine was cleaning up the bacteria. I was screaming my lungs out. Everyone in the hospital gathered around my room thinking someone was dying. The stupid doctors did not drug me which meant I was awake the whole time. The doctor snatched the scissors off the table and walked towards my leg. I screamed “ahhhhhhaaggh” I tried to get off the bed as 3 doctors with their mouths covered held me down. As the scissors went through my toes I could feel my leg being ripped apart. I was shaking like a monster who was ready to be unleashed. Sweat and tears, covered my face. I started crying out loud and yelling at the same time. It was 4 am and my toes were being stitched which hurt like hell. No kid should ever go through what I went
Snow day! I saw myself watching TV. I didn’t go outside, because I had no one to play with. At least that’s what I thought. Until my classmate, friend, and next door neighbor, Claire Nelson knocked on my back door. My brother and I looked at each other saying, “What is she doing here?”
BAM, I’m on the ground crying, saying” my arm hurts.” Before the teacher came over I was trying to pull my arm trying to put the bone 2 bones that I broke in the same arm. My arm was looking like an S. When I fell I was in shock, I thought i was going to die because I didn’t know what was going on in my mind and out of my mind. The teacher came over and of course it was a sub who was helping me out because my teacher was not there. The office came outside, my siblings came out and sat next to me.
I was jumping on a trampoline at my house. It was over the summer right before the 4th of July. I was with my friend Jenny and my brother and sister where in the house. It was the second time Jenny had ever stayed the night at my house and my siblings were bugging me by yelling and screaming and asking a whole bunch of questions. Little did I know my day wouldn’t end as great as I wanted.
When I was 6 years old, I spent most of my time playing outside in my gigantic backyard, strictly alone. I did not particularly enjoy spending time with my family or friends; I was my own best friend. On a crisp spring evening in 2005, I was profusely jumping on my trampoline (alone of course) while admiring our fence of lush lilac bushes, magnificent, colourful variety of trees, a sky-high evergreen tree that reminded me of Christmas, our brick firepit my dad made all by himself, and of course my massive trampoline that was so ridiculously bouncy I could jump as high as our rich evergreen tree. A few moments later, I got a little too caught up in the beautiful scenery and fell in between some springs where the safety tarp was not covering
I never thought something as trivial as a roller coaster ride would have any meaningful impact on my life. But, whenever I consider the analogy “life is like a roller coaster,” one particular moment always seems to come to mind. It wasn’t until three years ago when I rode Kingda Ka, the tallest roller coaster in the world, that my perception of the “ups” and “downs” in life changed. Now sit back, buckle up, and hold on tight while I bring you up to speed.
The hospital wasn’t capable of bringing in enough doctors and nurses in to hold me down. My squirming was so unbearable that, my cut grew in size. Finally, they managed to stitch the hole twice and super glue the rest. Once I made it to the big leagues, or kindergarten, I was bound for another incident. It was that time again, and I was excited for winter.
‘’aaaaaa aaaaa’’ I tried to badly talk and explain that something is going wrong with me, but the words would not come out. I could hardly breath I couldn’t think what should I do, first thing came to my mind to run to mom and let her call an ambulance. I quickly sprinted out of my big bed just like a bat out of a cave. I ripped open and slammed the door as both my mother and my sister screamed ‘’what is the matter’’. I could not reply to them, my mother and sister thought I was maybe chocking so my sister jumped and tried to tap at my back.
On March 23, 2016, I thought my life was over. It had been a long time coming of course, but once the day came, so did the realization of reality. I began to doubt everything I had worked so hard to figure out and the decisions I spent so long forming. Now, no one ever said it would be easy to leave gymnastics after 12 glorious years, but nobody warned me it could be this hard.
It was a quiet morning and I was the only one asleep; however, not for long. My younger brother came running into my bedroom and flies onto my bed. He screams into my ear,“GET UP!! THERE IS A SURPRISE FOR YOU!”
I stared in horror at the fearsome needle taunting me to challenge its glinting tip. I closed my eyes, prayed with every cell in my body for the pain to be minimal, and grimaced as she expertly twirled the needle between her fingers and then slid it through my flesh in one fluid motion.
My back yard has to big oak trees and one of the trees has a little sand box around it. Then there is the trampoline right in between the two trees. The trampoline is very big it is like thirteen feet wide and 4 feet off the ground it also does not have a net around the outside. So it was very easy to fall off and get hurt. So the same day my brother and I were jumping on the trampoline was the day that I hurt my elbow. So we were jumping and I accidental step on the springs so when my brother can back down I went flying off the trampoline. So I went in to my house and told my mom what happened she said that we should go to the hospital. So we got into my mother’s car and headed for the hospital in Clinton Iowa. On our way to the hospital my mother’s car got a flat tire. So we had to call my brother to come and get us to take us the rest of the way. So why my mother and I were waiting
I began talking to my mom and when we were talking the doctor came in. ¨Well look what we have here¨ he said. He told me to lay down and turn my head to the side, as soon as I did he began to pour this liquid in the missing chunk of my face. What my mom had not told me during that time was that he put a needle in my face. Then he began to clean my hole where a chunk of my face used to be. When he was done he told me not to touch my face, then he left. Of course I was a huge hardhead, so of course I didn't listen. I touched it! It felt so gross. It was so wet and it felt so weird. When the doctor came back he began to put medical glue and tape on my face, it took about 15 minutes. It felt like forever. When we got home I rushed into the mirror. OH MY GOSH! It was so huge it was the size of a golf ball. My face looked as terrible as it felt. It looked like he put around 20 pieces of tape on my face. I had a tough day so I decided to go to
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of