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Personal Narrative : My Birthday Party

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“Today is going to be perfect!” I told myself. It was April 1, 2012, and it was my birthday. I had just finished a long, boring day of school when I started to wait for my eighth birthday party. My mom and I had spent the entire afternoon searching for cakes, birthday favors, and more. This was all to lead up to my party. The party was going to be a star-wars themed birthday party with all sorts of decorations. It was going to be at Kid’s Kingdom, a gymnastics center, where we would jump on trampolines. That was assuming I would be able to jump.

We left the house and began driving to Kid’s Kingdom. I stepped out of the car and immediately tripped over a rock. That was the worst thing I would have ever thought would happen on a birthday. When we went in Kid’s Kingdom, we began to set up decorations. We put the cake in place, got the table set, got the silverware out, and we were then waiting for the kids to come. There was still half an hour until the party was going to start, so we waited in the party room. We stood in there for around 10 minutes until I lost my patience, so I left and jumped on the trampolines early. I had then remembered there was a new slide that had just opened.

This slide was ginormous. It stood extremely high, and it was completely made of wood. I had to walk up these very steep and narrow stairs to be able to get on it. My mom had warned me to watch my step going up the stairs, but I didn’t listen. I was too excited to finally slide down it. As I was running up the stairs, my mom called my name. “Gerson!” yelled my mom. I turned and moved an inch too forward. Without a breath, I collapsed down the stairs, and I felt every stair hit my body before I hit my head extremely hard on the oak floor. The bang sounded like someone slamming a book against a desk. The room was completely quiet. The silence was broken when I let out a screech like no other. My parents came, and they brought me to the front desk in the lobby. The employee looked as terrified as I was. My parents sat me on the desk while they scrambled to get their keys. When I looked in front of me, I saw the sad faces. All of my friends walked by, and I didn’t know what to say. They all had blank expressions not knowing what to

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