Personal Narrative Analysis

Have you ever broken a bone? Well, I have. It’s not very fun to break a bone especially during the beginning of summer. This story is about how I didn’t just break my bone once but, twice during two summers in a row. I was in sixth grade.It was the beginning of summer. Both my parents had to work and wouldn’t be able to watch us to make sure we didn’t do anything dumb. So, my grandma (who is an amazing person by the way) was watching us. We played board games and watch my favorite football team play (Miami Dolphins). Later that day, we decided that it was warm enough outside to ride our scooters. We wanted to have lots of fun and my sister forgot her scooter. However, because I am such a thoughtful person. I let my sister ride my scooter..

The time my family and I went sledding. It was not my first time going sledding but it was the most fun I’ve had out off all the times I’ve went. It was last winter around Christmas time and my uncle brought an old car hood that he had in his garage to my house and we tied it the the back of my four-wheeler to pull across the snow but my mom thought it was dangerous so she was anxious about letting my sister brother and I ride on the back of a nasty old car hood. So as any person in my position would do I called my eldest brother to come and try it out first so my mom could see for herself that it was perfectly harmless. I told my brother the predicament that i was in and he agreed to help plus he really wanted to ride on the sled anyways. So he got on board the sled and my uncle asked if he was ready and my brother gave a timid thumbs up and off they went my uncle threw my brother all around on that crazy sled I surely thought he would throw him off but he held on

Further, when he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. Last year, running on ice, slipped felt and snapped my tibia. Slipping on ice, is the most uncool thing that can happen. My leg broke so easily, because I just had a growth spurt. More, it happen after I jumped over a puddle, when I landed my right leg bend and snapped.

When I broke my wrists snowboarding in 6th grade I had many challenges after that. It was on March 1st, 2015 is when I broke my first and second bone. I broke both of my wrists at the same time. It all happened so quickly I didn't know what happened. I was at powder ridge in Kimball, Minnesota and I was in the terrain park. The terrain park has rails, boxes and other features. I was jumping over this wood wall that had a jump going

Have you ever broke a bone? I was 8 and It was a Tuesday, October 31st , 2013 and my parents were out at a Halloween party. Me and my brother Jayden, were in the living room. We were watching television at around 9:30 pm. When suddenly the t.v turned off.

I broke both arms. Not surprisingly, the aftermath was not pretty, to say the least.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room of my grandma's house and all of the sudden my brother hollers from the garage, “Dad! Dad!”. I figured he wanted to buy something on his game so I got up to see what he needed. As I walked toward the garage I saw what was going on. I started to yell my dad's name too. He ran out and saw my grandpa laying on the garage floor. He got down on the ground next to him, held his head and screamed to my Mom to call 911.

I remember when I broke my arm and I hated it. It was the worst thing that happened to me in my whole entire life. I felt angry, sad, and disappointed. I was always helped, never could do anything on my own. I always had to put my arm up on a pillow and this why I don’t ever go on a scooter anymore.

A time that a strongly held belief of mine was challenged, was when I stumbled upon an article that spoke of a fusion of religion and science. Growing up in a heavy Christian household and going to a very large church in Michigan, my life was filled with everything Christian, including the idea that evolution was not real. While in kindergarten and middle school I had been told to listen to teachers explain scientific ideas such as evolution, and natural selection, but to not believe them to be true, because God made everything and as such there would be no need for evolution or natural selection to fix things. For many years I followed this belief learning, but not truly understanding material, as I was raised to just take in the knowledge

I have never actually broken my bones, but I have got my head cut open. One time when I was about 6 years old, I was at a daycare. The mom who ran the daycare had 4 kids of her own. 2 girls and 3 boys. It was close to 6.00pm, so all the other daycare kids went home.

When I was 14 years old, my dad and I went rock climbing in the mountains with a friend and his son. It was the first time I had been rocking climbing anywhere outdoor. We had to hike in to the point where we could start climbing. We got to the top of the mountain and it was beautiful! On the hike down, my dad slipped in the snow and slid down the mountain. He hit a pile of rocks and broke his leg. I, being 14 and completely inexperienced, had to run down the mountain as fast as I could, while connected to a rope, to get to my dad and assess the situation. He dad had to spend the night on the mountain with our friend, while me and our friend's son were taken home by complete strangers at 3 in the morning. THe next day, I went into shock. I

When I broke my arm, it was a terrible pain. It was June 21st, 2015, also the day before my birthday. My family, and me were about to go on a bike ride, because it was also Father’s Day. It was a very nice day out. Here’s how it started.

I’ll start by saying I’m shy. I don’t talk to many people, so it would stand to reason that there aren’t many people who know who I am. And if someone were to ask who I am, I’d give the answer expected of a college student: name and major. But this is writing and it’s 3 in the morning and I already deleted all of the writing I did for the “Trump” prompt, so I’ll let the walls down.

Have you ever broken something that was really important or too big to hide? I remember about four or five years back in the 7th or 8th grade. My brother and I would always have these competitions to prove that we were the best at almost everything. Even though he was 17 and I was 12 it was always these stupid and pointless competitions. Who could drink the most milk, who could type the fastest, or who was the best at playing video games, which was me of course?

When I was 3 years old, my sister and I were playing in the bath tub and something bad happened. We were playing with the soap and put soap all over the edge of the bathtub. We were sliding on the slick tub. Then I fell and hit my chin on the side of the bath tub. My mom put some clothes on me. She wrapped me in a blanket and carried me to the hospital.