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Personal Narrative: Tag You Re It

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When I was eight years old, my family decided to have a cookout on a hot Saturday morning at my great aunt’s house. We did not live a great distance from her, so the ride was not that long. When we arrived at her house we noticed that there were plenty of people. Everybody was scattered everywhere. The grownups were either outside playing horseshoes or inside playing cards or talking to one another. The children parallel to my age at the time, were engaged in outside activities while the teenagers were talking on their phones like my sister were. Almost everybody was enjoying the cookout. The people who cared to be there was getting along with everyone. Nobody was excluded; I thought no one was. I looked up from playing to find a boy just standing by himself. He was not playing with anyone, and nobody really wished to play with him on the grounds of his mental disability. I asked him if he wanted to play “Tag You’re It”. At the time, I did not know why no one was playing with him and that he had a mental disability. He had looked normal to me. I had not even overheard someone telling my mother that I should not play with him. As we continued to play tag, my grandmother and mother were backing out …show more content…

Luckily, there were grownups outside, and they called for my grandmother and mother. Grandma and Mom heard them calling because fortunately their window was down in the car at the time. They hurried up and pulled back in the driveway. They ran to see what the commotion was and why they were getting called back to the yard. My great uncle pulled the sticky bush out of my jaw and there was a big hole. It was leaking blood. Eventually, all the people outside were startled because they literally could see through my jaw. I bled through all my clothes and all the ones that were given to me. I was rushed, in my grandmother’s car, and to the

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