Personal Narrative: Collapse

My friend Ricky shove me right onto the ski lift and before I know it, I’m on top of the slope looking down and I just take a big sigh of fear. So I strap in my right boot and start going and before I know it I feel like I’m going 100 miles an hour but I’m too afraid to stop, so I just try to stop but my right leg won’t let me so I just fall and it feels like I just got hit with a brick. I have to get up, I reason and I’m so hurt, I can hardly even do anything. I finally make the first run, YAY!

It was a Wednesday. At the time, I only had practice on Wednesday nights and Sunday mornings. I had just gotten my own skates so I wouldn’t have to rent them from the rink. They still gave me blisters since they weren’t broken in, but I didn’t care about the pain when I was flying on the ice. I put on my skates and hobbled over to my teacher. The ice had just been run over by the Zamboni. It shined like a lake of still water. My instructor, Kelsey, told us all to work on our falls as soon as we got on the ice. I got with my partner and worked on my falling and getting up. We had been practicing for about five minutes when I took a bad angle on my way down. My wrists slipped out from under me when I tried to correct myself and my chin slammed into the ice.

Me and my dad head home as i slowly walk my bike the rest of the way home. My bike hitting my knees my hand shaking and my stomach turning we i go into my house tears still in my eyes. As i slowly put my bike in the garage. Now with a real limp My dad tells the story to my mom we go put antibacterial spray on then put one big bandaid on each knee. This was one of the scariest times in my life. Now looking back at when i first learned to ride i remember i had no falls until now. I have learned don't try things unless you now that you can but also take

This spring break I went to the Poconos in Pennsylvania, I did a lot of fun stuff, but what excited me the most was skiing, skiing was the most difficult thing I have done in a long time, we went to the Shawnee ski resort, and over there we rented out some skiing gear and went skiing, the first time I tried moving I fell right after, once I figured out how to move, I went up the beginners mountain and threw myself down for the first time, I was very scared when I first skiied down the beginners mountain, I did not fall, after a couple of times of skiing down I thought I was ready for the experts course. After I decided I was ready, I went to the chairlift, and the lift escalated real quick before I knew it I was about 50 feet above the ground

Roughly two years ago on a cool fall night in October I was playing junior varsity football at Cushman field against the roughriders. This was the first year I ever played football and had already become a starter. I was the last line of defense on kickoff and ended up colliding with the opponent who had received the kick. After the contact, he was out of bounds and I was laying on the sideline in pain unable to get up. I ended up tearing my Anterior Cruciate Ligament (ACL) and my lateral meniscus in my right knee and knew after surgery I would need help doing everything because of my inability to walk.

I came to the first day of summer practice; I wore cheer shoes, a bow, and a full face of makeup. That day my coach looked at me and told me to run five miles, I thought I was going to actually die. By the end of the practice I had thrown up multiple times and repeatedly told myself never again. I had mentally and physically already given up, so I thought. During the next three weeks of summer practice I ran on my own, day after day of agonizing pain. I've never been one to give up, when things start to get tuff, that usually means I just have to get tougher. I came back the first day of actual practice ready for whatever was about to be thrown at me, again I was told to run five miles. This time I could actually keep up, I stayed with the girls on the team the entire time. The first race took place nearly three weeks later at our own home course, the only goal I had at the time was to not get last place. Everyone lined up at the starting line, anxiously swaying back and forth waiting for the wretched sound of the gun to go off. The gun finally went off and the race had begun. I started off in second place next to the fastest girl on our team, who was also the girl who had asked me to join

Spring of my junior year in high school, I joined track with wishful thinking. I’m going to do track, run sprints, and get into great shape for summer. However, with my luck it didn’t work out how I wanted. A week into the track season, I went to our school’s field to play a pick-up game of soccer. In the process of going to the field, I had to climb over a fence. Simple? I really should of thought this through, but didn’t. As I jumped over and landed, a loud pop sound came from my knee loud enough for my friends to hear. I sat there crying in front of my friends for a minute or two, but got up trying to walk it off. As you can see no is not an option for me, as I tried play a soccer game with a swollen knee cap. I was confused what happened, I didn’t know exactly happened. But sharp pains were shooting through my leg as I limped around the field. Little did I know a swollen and bruised knee meant torn ligaments.

It was a normal spring night and my baseball game had just started. It was senior night and I was pitching, we had just finish the first half of the first inning. My teammate struck out, it was my turn to hit, I swung for the ball and my leg popped twice. I went down and didn't get back up, My leg was stuck to my chest and I couldn't move it. The visiting team's coach was an EMT he ran over and said ¨this is going to hurt¨ and pulled my leg straight. What had happened was when I swung the bat my leg didn't move and my kneecap dislocated and instead of my ligaments tearing, they stretched and broke my kneecap. This was a challenge for me because this was the first time I had never broken a bone in my life. I went to the doctor and he said nothing was wrong, so my

As my upper body shifted to the right, everything from my waist and below stayed true to the course, including the ski poles. I ran over the handle of my ski pole, with my stomach. The pole was pushed up into my lower abdomen, propelling me off of the slope entirely, I was airborne. I landed on my back, completely out breath, and dazed to the point I had no recollection of where I was. The next moment was particularly scary for me, all I can recall was the ringing of a whistle in my ear, and the red lights flashing from the ski patrols snowmobiles. Unsure of any injuries, the ski patrol had braced my back and neck, strapped me to a board, and began to tow me down the mountain.

One month ago was the second time I had ever been snowboarding. The first time was nothing special. I merely taught myself how to repeatedly fall until your legs and hands are so cold you feel like one of your fingers could snap off at any moment. I would prefer not to recall that memory. The latter was the more enjoyable of the two and during this time I really began to understand the principles of this painfully limb-numbing sport. Each time I fell it was as if a teacher from the not-so-glorious years of the twentieth century had slapped a ruler against the top of my hand. It hurt a lot but after my proverbial hand had an imprint of inches one and two, I was finally able to piece together where I had went wrong in my inept technique. I corrected

Sitting in my frigid bleak classroom I found myself constantly looking out the window staring at the rain that had been barreling down all morning. This frightened me a great deal, for I was prepared to compete in my first official Cross Country race of the season. I waited for this day for quite a few months. Unfortunately, previous back-to-back injuries prevented me from fulfilling my dream of running. These injuries were so severe i had to go into surgery just to be able to walk normal again much less of running on uneven surfaces like cross country. The long months of rehabilitation were log and painstakingly hard, not just physically but mentally as well. There were so many days i knew there was no way i was ever going to be my normal self again. When I was finally able to run again I spent all of my summer practicing for this year’s season. Many of my

Going up the hill i was fine, but making my way down i looked back to check on my little brother when I lost control of the wheel and slid off the motor scooter. My brother rushed back to my house to get my mother, when she arrived i was unconscious. She called 911, the paramedics noticed that their was something wrong with the way my body was aligned. They cut off my helmet and loaded me onto the stretcher and into the

I never really thought a little Chevy s-10 could climb out of a ditch higher than it sat. There are a lot of things people don’t know because they’ve never experienced it. Another thing I didn’t know until I experienced it, an s-10 can do some long burn outs. Sometimes when you’re having a bad day, a burn out and ending up in a ditch just might make it better. After this burn out though, we ended up in a ditch and once we got out I made fun of my boyfriend for the longest time and I still do.

everywhere in the world. Hot climates became cold, and as for me, I was camping