Wipeout Course Narrative

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I’m standing on the wet grass of an Elementary school soccer field with the April night cold seeping through my jacket, my legs aching from standing in one place for too long, and my throat sore from all the yelling. My hand forever paralyzed in the shape of a peace sign as it is the only symbol that will stop the clattering crowd of children in front of me on their feverish pursuit of a bounce house shaped as a Wipeout course. I dream sweet thoughts of warm chairs, blankets, and books; but that’s how I spend most of my Friday nights, and I do want the free run of the course that I was promised once the children are gone. I never got to try the course. I did, however, receive a lesson that impacted me for a long time afterwards. I turn to look at the progress of the child currently on the course. He is sitting on a giant red balloon that bends …show more content…

I begin to wonder if she is planning to help him complete the course. He is mumbling something, the children are talking, the crickets are chirping, and suddenly, there is a scream behind me. My eyes scan the tower, the girl is looking down onto the course with shock and worry. My eyes sweep over the course. I do not see the girl with the pigtails. I move closer to the ride to look over the low wall and see her. She fell between the first and third balloon and is lying in the soft moat, hurt. At that moment, the world stopped, but my mind and heart kept moving. Call the supervisor. Thump. No one is around. Thump. I can’t leave, someone needs to watch the kids. Thump. Is it safe to move her? Thump. Someone help! As I stood there, dumbfounded, a school teacher approached the girl and asked her few questions. She then helped her out and walked her away. My heart began to calm down and so did my brain. The girl’s friend scampered down the tower to join the group of people following the teacher. She seemed ok, despite the crying and slight

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