Personal Narrative On A Trampoline

       The pain began to set in from my fall, so like any normal six year old I started to cry. That 's when my brother snapped into action and picked me up off the ground, immediately fleeing the scene...right in the middle of dad 's tantrum. I remember feeling

It happened when I was a first-semester senior in high school. I do not remember the exact day, time, or what the weather was like, but I remember the moment.

I was at a flag football camp and we were playing a game called king of the hill, the coach asked me “What drill do you want to run?” I responded with butterflies in my stomach “Out” So he threw the ball. As it gusted through the wind and into my hands I caught the ball!

The parents were fed up with our wild animal like behavior and told us to play downstairs in the basement. We all went down the basement and started to playing tag. Therefore, we had to be careful playing because the basement was not finished at the time and had metal studs where the walls are supposed to go and the concrete floors that are now hardwood. When everybody went upstairs because they were as tired as an olympic runner after a meet my Dad came down to fix a light bulb. He used a ladder to fix it so he could reach and when he was done he went upstairs so I was the only one in the basement. I wanted to be like my Dad so I decided to climb the ladder. I was at the top when my foot slipped off the ladder. Somehow I was able to turn my body around and grab onto a pipe to stop myself from falling. I felt the pipe starting to brake so I decided to swing on to the metal stud next to me because I was sure that was going to hold me. When my

It was a hot summer day, sometime around noon in my driveway. My brother Will was fourteen years old, he had his friend Jared over at our house who was thirteen years old, he was also our next door neighbor and the camera man. Then there was me

When I was 10 I was at one of my dance competitions. I was at my last competition of the year. I was doing my jazz dancer called Circus. In the dance me and my friend were getting ready to do our aerials. I was so nervous about landing it. But I went for it but something happened.

One year ago on the fourth of July at my family's farm, ¨wha whoo ¨we said in excitement as we jumped in piles of hay.We would mess up a pile, then put it back together we would run, run ,run ,then jump as high as we can we would make team and whatever team won they would get a special hat to wear and we would fight about who won and who get the hat also. They would fight about cheating , I would tell them not to fight because it's the Fourth of July after that would laugh so hard and they would laugh at them self too . they would be so confused at me and look at me sideways.. My brother and all the younger kids would play in the grass with toys than one of the

I think I was about 11 years of age. It was a warm September evening. Our family was getting ready for another cookout. For those of you who don’t know, cookouts are when my family invites other family and/or friends over to cook hot dogs and toast marshmallows over a fire pit in our backyard. Usually after that my dad and I will usually play backyard baseball.

and i was worried that i would get blood all over it. My friends took me home where my mom just got home from work. They helped me limp into my house. Then i remember having my mom ask me what happened and i couldn't. She would ask them but they couldn't think of what happened.

Every morning the legless man parked his wheelchair in front of the donut shop. He wore an army camouflage jacket, the name Larson over the right pocket, a Purple Heart and a Viet Nam service medal over the left, on the sleeve an infantry unit patch and sergeant stripes.

“Play ball.” Says the umpire as the Senior Rams take the field and the Hempstead Mustangs were getting ready to bat. This was it. This was our final chance to make all of our hard work pay off, and achieve the one main goal we all had in mind, state.

I was about 8 or 9, lets all understand that now i'm 13 and i don't do stupid things life this anymore. So, I was in the bathroom in my moms room and i was hyper. I was dancing around doing gymnastics in the bathroom. I thought I could do the thing were cheerleaders kick their legs up really high. I asked my big sister to come in the bathroom and watch me because I thought it was pretty freaking cool. In the bathroom there was a iron board and a iron on that iron board.

Smashing my finger made me realize to how stubborn we teenagers are. The lesson began when I went and bought a trampoline for my little brother and I. I was so excited and so ready to get the trampoline up that I didn’t listen to my mother’s advice. When I bought the trampoline my mother expressed how difficult they were to assemble, my father agreed. Without thought I began to put the trampoline together.

I had gone to my friend’s house one day to hang out. While we were at his house he had a trampoline and we went to bounce on it a bit. While we were bouncing he did a front flip and it amazed me so I asked him to teach me. So he started to teach me how to do one. At first I wasn’t good but overtime I got better at doing

After a while, we started to play on a square shaped trampoline and had a lot of fun in the beginning. All of a sudden, my sister fell of and started crying really loudly. I immediately jumped off of the trampoline and ran towards wanting to comfort her, while my parents were also running over.