Personal Narrative Essay : The Story Of The Golf Carts

I wasn’t watching where I was going so I fell on my back, feeling the worst pain ever! Because of the fall, I caused a lot of traffic. Little kids seeing me on the ground, were going over me, adults trying not to run me over. Then there was this boy, he was skating so fast like a flash, zooming in not even noticing me on the ground. My mom, yelling at him, warning him to watch out. The boy finally sees me on the ground, then out of sight..."CRASH!” The boy fell on me dramatically like in a reality TV show when you are about to faint. You would usually fall on a couch, but the way he bounced off me wasn’t a couch, instead I was an air mattress. When he fell on me, it was like he was in slow motion, steadily falling.

I was thirteen, and I had just come home from a school softball game. My friend Dalton had invited my sister and I to come and swim at the neighborhood pond. My sister stayed home, but I got permission to go. After a while of swimming, Dalton looks at me claims that he’ll jump out of a tree near the bank if I jump out. Of course, I accepted my friend’s little dare and climbed into the tree, focusing on the seven-foot-deep drop-off off of the bank. Regrettably, I didn’t jump far enough. My right leg landed in the drop-off, but my left leg hit the clay, which caused all of my weight to shift to my left foot. I felt an immense pain in my ankle and started screaming while crawling over to the bank as Dalton ran to get my mom. After I finally made it to the emergency room, I found that I had broken my fibula at an upward slant, which caused the upper part of the bone to slam down into my ankle.I had completely blown out every ligament and tendon on the left side of my ankle. I had to have a plate and four screws implanted into my fibula along with the surgical repair of all of my ligaments and tendons. The entire ordeal left me extremely interested in the human body, and this interest was heightened when I had to get my appendix removed a few months later and again when I took Anatomy and

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

It happened on a sunny, summer day in Cincinnati. The score was Tippecanoe City 1 and West Virginia 0 in the Go-rilla semi-final game. It was in the second half of the soccer game with less than five minutes left to play. An opposing player had a breakaway down the sideline. He had an open shot on goal and as a defensive fullback, my job was to run in front of him to try and block his shot. The next thing I heard was a big loud “SNAP!” I looked down at my arm to realize that it was broken. After that, I instantly went to the ground and started to scream for help. The first person to arrive was my coach. My arm didn’t look right at all. They immediately called a golf cart to come over and take me to our car. They asked to call a

It started of when I was at my friends house playing soccer waiting for our other friend to come outside. While we were playing soccer i was the goalie and we were playing for like 20 minutes and I got hit in the face 3 times! So then we took a break and started to play golf, but we were only going to do putting and that was all. Then when our friend came outside we decided to do one more put each and I did mine and missed. Then as I was walking away I turned around and right when I saw him swing it came around and hit about 2 inches above my right eye. When both my friends saw my head goosing with blood the friend that just got there helped me up and told the friend that hit me to go get an adult. Once we got to the Hospital we took a C.A.T scan and after the scan the nurse told my parents that I would have to be life flighted to Primary Children’s to get stitched up with plastic stitches that went away without having to get them taken out. Then while we were in the airplane they gave me a drug called fennergin that I found I was allergic to because my reaction was crazy, at first it was my feet were really itchy then I didn’t remember anything else but my mom told me I had a huge fit and I pushed 5 Doctors and a nurse on the ground. Wants I was stitched up I woke up to some of my aunts and uncles in my room. Then I was told that I could not run, jump, and play

We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.

“Joe and I are going down to the golf course to hunt for golf balls and sell them,” I yelled to my mom.

I hopped in the skid loader and went around back and put the bucket back on it, while my mom and sister hopped in the Kawasaki gator. We went to the field that it broke in and scooped a bucket load into the back of the gator then drove it back to a spot in the horse pen so they could have food. We did this five or so times, then scooped one more load into the gator, and put the rest in the skid loader. By that time that spot was full so we were putting it into a much smaller spot that I directed my sister into. Next she dumped the hay. As she was backing up, she shook the bucket one more time pointing it straight down. At that time the 500 lb bucket jumped off the skid loader and fell plummeting towards the ground. Leaving a 4 inch indent in the ground, then falling back on my foot. Luckily it bounced back off my foot rather than staying on and us having to lift it off. My sister jumped out of the skid loader and questioned, “Are you ok?” I managed to blurt out, “Go get mom.” She ran up and got mom while I rolled around on the ground in pain. Mom and my sister came down in the car to pick me up and put me in the backseat. They took me up to the house to look at my foot (my mom was an occupational therapist), and we decided to go to the E.R. in Mason City. They gave me some crutches and we took

Over the summer of 2009 I was playing with my friend Carissa, at Rohner Park, while we were playing on the monkey bars after a while of jumping off and landing on our arms to many times my bone gave out and i broke it. While screaming in pain my dad tried to ask someone for a cellphone to call my mom to come pick us up and take us to the hospital. When my mom finally arrived my dad rushed me into the car so we could go to the hospital. While we were in the car i told my mom to go faster because the pain was really starting to hurt.

So one day I was hanging out with some friends we were just sitting in my room then we decided to go longboarding. After we came up a hill and one of my friends decided to go down the hill on are stomach. As we lined up getting ready to go down the hill my cousin went down the hill first so we were zooming down the hill going, so fast then as i hit a pebble I fly off the board as i was coming to the road i braced myself with my hand skinning my hand also tearing some of my flesh off of my hand. I stood up instantly as my hand was gushing blood everywhere the blood was painting the road with the blood .

On a sunny day at summit pointe elementary. It was the school picnic and I am with my family and friends.I got on the playground. I got on the swing with my friend Ella. So I asked if she could push me on the swing. “ yes,” Ella responded. Then when she started to push I trip and fell right on my arm. “It feels broken,”I carried. I was yelling and tears wore rolling down my face. Then I ran to my dad. “ what's wrong?” asked my dad. “ My arm hurt really bad,”I yelled. So went home. I could not move my arm. 2 days later. I was at the hospital. My heart was racing because I was so worried. Then I got a pink cast. I still have my cast. “ well are you ready to go home,” asked my dad. Yes but I am never touching a swing

Well i'm still a young person but i do have a story. I was 10 i wanted to go sledding and by my house there was this really big hill. A construction company started to dig at it. When my friend and i got to the hill we sled for an hour then we got bored. When you get bored as a kid you look for something to do so we did. We played with the snow made forts out of snow drifts and we had a little fun. Then we got bored again we went down the hill and looked at the cliff. My friend and i wanted to climb it. So we did We climbed it 4 or 5 times each then i wanted to jump off it, I jumped off it first. We jumped off it twice. My third jump was my last jump and the jump that changed my life. On my final jump i landed in 2 cm of snow. That snow wasn't close enough to what we were jumping into a 2 feet of snow kinda ended and i landed on that one spot. My left ankel took most of the impact. When i hit the ground my ankle had a really sharp pain i tried to walk it off but it just got worse and at this time i had no clue what to do. I kept on yelling for my mom and no one came i was scared. I started to yell at my friend. This is when my little brother got to the hill we started to yell at him telling him to go get my mom. When my brother left it felt like hours went by as i sat there in pain. My mother finally showed up they loaded me onto one of the 2 sleds we had and started to pull me. Half way out of the field some person

It was a beautiful sunny Friday in the summer of 2015 in June. It was my parents and I were at our house in the country. I was riding my dirt bike, it’s a Yamaha 125cc. I was practicing doing wheelies and I went up and it started leaning to the left and the handlebars were turned and when I came down the front wheel stopped and the bike came down on my left foot and it dragged me across the grass. I yelled to my dad as I pushed the bike off my foot. I thought my foot was fine and so did my dad. My dad told me to walk it off but I couldn’t put any weight on it as soon as I tried to I went straight to the ground and my dad told me that he was going to get my mom, so I sat in the yard in pain. A little bit later both my parents came and got me and my dad picked me up and carried me to the patio and

This email is in relation to a matter I recently discussed with Mr. Bueno. I have been presenting serious difficulties with the golf course's users across the canal from my property. This golf course I believe belongs to Lakefield West or The Wanderers Club. I have had to fix the tiles on my roof multiple times for years (see below my email in 2011 when nothing was done), the screen in my pool area has been fixed multiple times as well, besides it, plenty of golf balls in the back and front yards, which makes us almost impossible to be outside without fear of being hit by one of those. I'm requesting assistance from my homeowner's association to prevent the continuous destruction of my property making sure that I moved to a private aeronautical

We were all shaking with excitement as we watched the truck pull in the driveway, the bright Summer sun reflecting off the hood. “Brooke calm down,” my mom scolded, “you’ll get your turn.” We watched him unload the new golf cart from the truck, our enthusiasm rising every second. He got the golf cart securely on the ground and gave us a thumbs up to signal it was time to go outside.