Nerf Personal Narrative

I have lived in only one location my entire life: Edwardsville, Illinois. A peripheral suburb of St. Louis, it stands as the rare oasis of people in a desert of corn, pinned in its own personal bubble. Due to this blend of time and isolation, I developed a natural familiarity with my hometown. But, throughout my childhood, I longed to break free from the confines of the bubble and venture outward. However, this changed last summer, as I walked through Richards Brickyard, our family heirloom, that my great-grandfather, Benjamin Richards, founded over 120 years ago. I felt these childlike sentiments slip away. The bubble that had surrounded me for so long began to vanish, and the picture that it had been obscuring was slowly revealed.

When I ran from the couch to the dining room I did not make it through the doorway all the way. As I was running I hit my knee on the door frame

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

I landed hard on the asphalt, I probably bruised my ass, as if I didn’t have enough from Yaqui beating me up. I stood up. Where was I? Was I still asleep? I pinched myself, no I was definitely awake. I looked around, I was in a parking lot. There was nobody around, wait! There were some people I ran over hoping that they knew where the heck I was. I stopped short these were boys about my age maybe a bit older and they looked like they were in a fight. The fight seemed unfair because it was four against two, I wanted to help, but I didn’t know what I could do. I watched as one of the older boys pushed one of the two not as well dressed boy’s head into a fountain. He was drowning him! His buddies were laughing. “Ponyboy!” The other boy who I

I hit my head and fell to the ground. The ground was hard and was cold. I felt my hands got scraped up, but that's relatively normal for me. I got up quickly and started running like nothing happened. Megan put both hands on my shoulders to stop me. “You just ran into something hold on,” she told me. I did what she was told because she was right. I put my hand to my head. My head didn’t feel any different but just incase I asked if she could shine her flashlight on my hands. The moment I saw red on my hands I started to get scared. Megan then shined it on my face. The moment she said “OMG” I knew something happened. She started getting freaked out and disgusted. The look on her face was like she just saw me get murdered. Finally she told me that my face was all bloody. I started to freak out even more. I ducked and ran back to the track. Everything was blurry, but I didn’t feel dizzy. I got to the turf and was about to cross it, but then I realized I didn’t want to get blood on the turf. Even though it was shorter to cut across the turf I didn't want to get blood on it. I decided to take the track around to the front gate. At the moment nothing was going through mind. By the time I got the front gate the blood has ran down my face more because I can feel it dripping. It was cold against my face. I weaved through the gates, and Elizabeth and Blake just looked at me. Elizabeth then realized it was fake blood, and by the time she realized it Megan came running up. We both had to catch our breath and told her what happened. Right before we started telling her what happened, Blake rode off on his skateboard. I was thinking jerk, but that thought quickly left my mind. There was more important stuff to worry about. We didn’t know who to call at first. “Should we call 911?” I asked. The two of them looked at me thinking that was a dumb question. “No” said Megan, but I will call my mom or dad.

It was record breaking temperatures on this July 4th day. Red, white, and blue filling up the stands. Fans and umbrellas protecting spectators from the heat of the sun. It was about game time and I was getting ready to take the field for the last home game. Butterflies in my stomach, but I had to tell myself “it’s just another game”. Even though in my heart I knew it was not just another game.

I was attacked by my little brothers. They had been waiting all day for me to get home, this was a daily routine they begged me to go out and play with them. We went out and played catch for a while and had races up and down the street. Then as usual I went up to my room after dinner and after I had cleaned up for the night, to watch film on the team we would be facing the next day. I watched film until late into the night, watching and rewatching play after play after play. I felt like I had watched a whole seasons worth of film until I looked at the clock, it was 1:30 Am. I turned off my Ipad and went to bed so I could get enough rest for the game

It was a Saturday afternoon and my sister and I were bored so we decided to race down the driveway. She was on her moped and I was on my ripstik. We started counting down three,two,one, at two Mackenzie cheated and started going down. I intended to jump into the grass, I landed in the middle of the driveway. While I was in the air I came down and landed on my side. My sister came to see what happened, she saw a puddle of blood where my elbow was, she said that it was like a person had dumped a bucket of red kool aid all over the pavement! My toes looked like my little sister creamed a bunch of red lipstick all over them. Also my waist looked like someone took a knife and cut all of the skin off. After this all happened my sister ran

My older brother Pooh Man was yelling ,’’grand lancey, grandma lancey,’’ while chasing me non-stop. And it really freaked me out and next thing u know i were running snots was just gushing out my nose, my arm was swinging everywhere and one of my shoes came off. And then i saw a fence, i thought there's my chance to get away from him. So, i ran from him and jumped; my shoes lace was untied, it got caught in the fence then my arm snapped as I hit the ground.

Have you ever wanted something so much that you'll explode if you don't get it?Well that’s how I felt when I wanted to buy the new Nerf gun at a store.

I was so scared and timid I was just hiding in the corner. After I saw Stacey outside she started to run to the door without hesitation and he started to tackle me and started to throw punches. I didn’t want to fight but I had to. So I fought back, It hurt it felt like my eye is broken. But I kept on trying to tell him that I tried to help but I never got out the words.

So, when I was like five I used to hang out with Nick, Dakota, Kiser, Collin, Dawson, and a few other boys. That day it was just us six though. The boys were jumping off of the equipment at recess. We were playing “transformers”. I decided to just run around and not jump off it. I went down the slide and stuff like that. I was smarter than them and knew something would happen. They kept jumping and trying to make me but I refused. It was about a five foot jump down. They kept pushing me and literally tried to push me off a few times. After about ten minutes of this I finally decided to jump. It was fun at first and I kept going for a while. I would jump, run around to the stairs, crawl through the tunnel, and jump again. I did this about twelve times until they thought it would be funny to push me off. I’m sure my face was priceless when I realized what was happening. I ended up trying to land correctly but messed up and landed on the side of my right ankle so it turned in and immediately went down. The boys jumped off and surrounded me, looking at me because they had no idea what happened. I couldn’t get up until they blew the whistle and I had to. I ended up being able to get up but had tears in my eyes (I didn’t like to cry and still don’t. I like to think I’m tough and no matter what happens I’ll be ok.). I hobbled back to class while everyone else was running back. I almost made it back when one of the aid’s stopped me. She said “Oh my gosh, are you ok!?”. I looked at her and

It was a cold day in November as I scampered out of my Biology class, unsatisfied with the grade that I had received on my exam. I rushed to the basement of my campus’s athletic facility brimming over with frustration and quickly tossed aside my school supplies in exchange for a pair of soccer cleats and goalkeeper gloves. I threw over my grass-stained gray cotton sweatshirt, stepped outside to the bite of an approaching winter and joined my comrades in our warm-up lines. The boys were all laughing and talking about what happened over the weekend as we prepared for another practice. Being surrounded by my teammates made me forget about my worries and allowed me to disappear into the routine of physical activity. My collegiate varsity soccer

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

I was walking back from lunch with my friend Matt, we were telling each other jokes about dead babies. I looked over and saw my little brother, I turned to Matt and said “watch this” then I ran up to my brother and tried to do a jumping high five. He didn’t think I was trying to high five him he thought I was trying to hit him. Out of instinct he pushed me away and I fell backwards, I landed and pivoted on the ball of my left foot. I thought I had gotten away safe and clear, I went to take a step and BAM! I had been tripped by my own untied shoelace, betrayed by my own apparel. I fell backwards and expected to hit lockers, unfortunately it wasn’t lockers or even a door. I had crashed into the glass display case, oh the utter humility. I hit the ground and leaned up on one arm, I was fine, not a scratch. Mrs. Wright come running up in total mom mode “ Oh my God, are you alright, AHH, don’t move!”.