Personal Narrative : Personal Experiences

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

When I was four years old I fell off the bleachers and hurt myself poorly. This was a very critical condition in which hurt me in several ways. But not only I wasn’t being watched and I got told to run down the bleachers. This was just a start to everything when my head hit the cold hard ground at the softball park.

I would bruise and bleed very easily, sometimes even someone holding my arm or slight bump would result in noticeable discoloration. Then, in fourth grade I ended up in a cast once again… and again. I was playing in a grade school basketball game, when I decided I thought I could fly and attempted to sail through the air for a jump ball. After landing I got back up and iced for about 4 minutes before returning in the game. I played the rest of the game and after I proceeded to go swimming and ignore the growing bump and bruising on my elbow. The next day I woke up and wrapped my ENTIRE arm shoulder to wrist in sports wrap in an attempt to stop the pain, instability, and swelling… this backfired in relation to all three.

Since that time I’ve had injuries upon injuries. Each coming with their own story and lesson. Sprained ankles taught me not to jump of bags of soil. A stitched lip and a stapled head taught me to be prepared and have experience before trying new things. A separated shoulder taught me not to slide into home head first. And concussions taught me to tackle with my head up.

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.

It all started the day when my dad bought me a knife for my birthday. Well I ended up in the ER, here’s how. So we were on the way back to my mom’s house and all my siblings were playing tag, but I didn’t really want to play because I wanted to use my new knife. Then I got dragged into playing we were outside for a good two hours, but when we finally finished my step dad let me go to the back yard and cut a stick. So I was having fun for a good 5 minutes, but all of the sudden the knife slid back and cut open my hand, I knew immediately I was going to the doctor because you could see the bone and fat hanging out of my finger. So I called my mom and told her I cut my finger all she said was

Even though I was smart at school, outside of that I was clumsy, messy, and always getting hurt. When I was about 6, I dropped a ball behind a large floor TV, and while trying to retrieve it, got stuck between it and the wall. I was stuck for almost an hour and still bare an indention on my forehead to this day. In the summer of the next year, I was playing outside on a mini race car and lost control of it, and ended up being dragged up the driveway until I finally let go. I don’t have much feeling left in my knees still

I have never have had a serious injury in my life. It was on the day of my grandma’s funeral and the day of my last wrestling meet. I really wanted to wrestle at the meet. My family told me I shouldn’t go either, but I wrestled anyway. After this day when I injured my collarbone in wrestling, I realized that injuries don’t heal overnight. I had to stay dedicated to do exercises to rebuild the muscles in my shoulder.

It was a hot, summer day at a beach resort, which contained hundreds of little houses, each one for a visiting family. After running around in the blazing sun, my friend and I stopped by his house for a quick beverage. Ready to keep going, we decided to hop over the veranda as it was a shorter exit. The veranda was in the back of the old, brown, one floored wooden house. The distance from the top of the veranda to the ground was no more than four feet, and jumping over it seemed like an easy task. After my friend hopped the veranda, it was my turn. However, on the way down, one of my feet slipped and I fell down… hard. As I looked over to my right, my right arm was completely broken. My friend looked perplexed when he saw what happened. The bones of my forearm formed a ninety degree angle and it looked like I had two elbows. I had to repeatedly tell him to run to my house and get my mother as fast as he could. For a while, I was clueless as to why I felt no pain; later I learned it was due to adrenaline. When my mother arrived, she remained calm and called the ambulance after asking if I felt alright. I expected her to yell at me and go berserk, but to my surprise, she looked composed as ever. However, years after the incident, I learned that she cried and shook on the inside. Nonetheless, she remained strong and assured me that everything would be

When I was in sixth grade I was hit by a car I had everything taken away for me from walking to running to playing soccer I was only 12 years old but my life has come to a complete stop. One winter break my father decided to take me snowmobiling on this trip my life changed forever we were on our snowmobiles on the highway when a car struck me going 50 miles an hour. Never will I forget my ambulance ride screaming in pain trying to figure out what happened little did I know my life would never be the same. I spent many months in the hospital I had multiple surgeries I was left with half of the skin burned off my face from scraping on the cement and a horribly broken leg. I acquired an eating disorder due to all the pain medicines and the stress I was underweight before my accident at 70 pounds but then I lost about 20 pounds.

long long time ago in a house not to far away, I would constantly injure myself. It all began in 2009, when I was around 9 years old. Before this I didn’t really get hurt majorly but this event set off a chain of events over a long period of time.

Last year in 5th grade, we went outside for recess. I saw my friend Dylan pushing people off the balance beam, so I went over to him to play. I hopped up there on balance beam, crossed my arms and closed my eyes, then I was ready. Well not exactly, because as soon as I opened my eyes he pushed me. I hit my shin on the balance beam and my eye on my other friend Conner’s knee. It hurt so bad it felt like someone snapped my leg like a stick. All I heard was Dylan saying he was so sorry. All I saw was Conner’s knee. After that my other friend Kayden took me to to the office to get ice. That’s my shin story.

Ever since I was young and started playing sports my mom instructed me to be careful and not get hurt. And like most kids, I heard her warnings, but hardly listened to them. I naively thought that I would never get injured, that I, for some reason, was immune to all serious injuries. Competing for 17 years with no major accidents fed into the false sense of security that I had created for myself. So as you can imagine, I was not at all mentally prepared to experience a major injury.

We go straight into my middle school memories. During this time I had two major scars that made my first two years of middle school dreadful. They changed my outlook on school and my overall physical appearance. They made me have a cast almost the whole time through these years. The first injury is the roller skating accident. In my first year of middle school I was looking to do everything cool everyone else did, so I went roller skating with my brother because the popular group did. We got there at around six in the afternoon, and we skated for about two hours. Within those two hours I fell from being cut off, when I was cut off I fell to the ground but my ankle went one way and my leg when the other. I crawled to the side of the rink and cried on the ground. After a little bit my brother came off the ice and told me to get up because I was embarrassing him. He made me walk through the parking lot on a broken ankle and I walked on it for three days after that. That experience made me fear ice and skating rinks and also fear not getting a bone checked

The pain was excruciating. I remember feeling like my lungs were burning with every breath. After I heard the sirens, I blacked out. After the accident, I was in therapy for months. My parents tried to get me to feel something, anything, but I couldn’t, I’d never walk again. I gave up for a while, but eventually I agreed to go to therapy. There, I learned to heal by embracing the beauty in the world, and I learned I wasn’t alone. There were tons of other kids at the hospital with me who had experienced some sort of injury that made them different, but we all managed to get through it together. I went out in the woods for 30 minutes every day, and it helped me restore me to my former self, at least