Personal Narrative-Toed Backhoe

One thing I don't want to do again is to get on the monkey bars. I was only in the 2nd grade when I first broke a bone in my body. I was outside at school, it was recess time, around 2 pm or 2:30 pm. It was my friends and me racing to see who could get across the monkey bars the fastest. Then I said, "it's my turn, let me go!" I started by skipping on to the third bar and skipping every other one to get past. Midway through something got in my eye. I let one of my arms go to wipe my eye out, then that's where I wasn't thinking, I let both of my arms go.

November 3rd, 2014 the day of the accident. It was the day after my step-mom's birthday and I was out riding my scooter down the road in front of our house when I hit something on the road and went flying out into my neighbor's driveway. It was an acorn. One acorn caused me a whole lot of pain. I looked down and it was not until I saw my ankle that the pain hit me. My ankle was already swollen twice its normal size within just a minute of the accident. I was starting to freak out because I knew that there was no way I could walk back to my house when my dad went driving by.

My mother was a housewife therefore, she cared for me daily. I was a clingy baby requiring a lot of attention when I was an infant. I enjoyed eating and I forced my parents to feed me frequently. However, when I learned to crawl and walk, which was earlier than expected, I set out to independently explore every aspect of my living environment. Unfortunately, my need to explore led me into areas forbidden territory. When I was 6 years old I wandered into the kitchen while nobody was looking. Consequently, I pulled a pot off the stove that was full of hot water. I was rushed the hospital, amazingly I didn’t suffer any burns or scars, but I do remember the pain to this day.

Right after third grade ended, my friends and I were racing in wagons. At the time it sounded like an awesome idea, but when I got in my wagon I had my sister give me a push down the hill for a little boost, but when as I went downhill, I hit a hose that was laying in the road and the wagon hit it and flipped over. As I was falling, I put my right arm to stop myself, but that only made things worse. I hit the pavement so hard and at such a fast speed that it broke my arm. At the time I didn’t know it broke so I proceeded inside and I told my mom what had happened and she just told me to lay down until it felt better, but it never did. My mom finally took a look at it and noticed it swelled up a lot more, so she called the doctor’s office and

My earliest memory is cutting my toe on a scooter thing it wasn’t a scooter but something like it. I think I remembered I as in was at my family’s house out in the country.

I was heading home one night when all of a sudden I was sliding into the ditch before I could make the corrections to stay on the road. I ended up getting high-centered and unable to get out. I had to call my parents and have them come help me get unstuck. Sliding into the ditch helped me better understand that while driving I am not in control of everything.

It was a average day, parents were at work early that morning. My grandma came over to get me ready and take me to pre-school. I was at the age of three, and I wanted to do whatever everyone that I looked up to was doing, so I saw my grandma was wearing sandals and told her I wanted to wear a pair also. She drove me to pre-school that morning over by Quintana Rd in Morro Bay. Time went by and soon it was recess time, I went outside to play and some kids that were in my class were in the sandbox and were throwing sand all over the cement pathway. I was running around with my sandals on like any kid would, and I came across the sand on the pathway and I slipped and went up in the air tumbled down and landed on my leg. I looked up and saw some

It was just a regular November night. I was about halfway through 4th grade and was enjoying it. I was playing in our basement at the time. I didn’t notice that there was a partially big mess in the basement. Then all of a sudden, I heard the inviting voice of my mother yelling,” Time for dinner.”So my little 9 year old brain thought Oh boy, dinner. So I ran to the stairs, still not noticing the mess. Tripped over a chair, then fell up the stairs…… and broke my wrist.

Sometime during early fall, I was on the back of my grandpa’s truck that we borrowed I don’t know exactly what we were doing the day but I do remember I was about 7 and we were picking up trash. My current care giver in which I won’t reveal the identity of went inside to go get water for the both of us it only took about a minute until she returned. Little did we both know my life could come to a horrible conclusion in the brief minute. While she was gone I did what any ignorant 7 year old would do I slacked off and decided to pass the time by waiting.

About 4 years ago, I was in a rehearsal for a ballet performance that I was going to have in the coming weeks. My partner and I had being practicing for about 3 hours, we were sweaty and tired. He was lifting me and I slipped from his hands and fell. The only thing I heard was the sound of a broken bone. Two weeks after that I was in the

When i was 8 years old me and my grandpa were fighting with brooms. We were fighting like you see in the movies with swords. The brooms were broken on the ends so the plastic was not there anyway. Long story short i ended up being cut by the tip of the broom. The broom was rusted on the end too so it made it even worse. I ended up cutting about an inch long gash in my finger. That gash is still scarred into my finger and will most likely be there my entire life.

When I was very young I went to Chuck E.Cheese with my dad. It was my favorite place to visit.We were looking forward to having a fun day, but it turned into a disaster. I played games at Chuck E.Cheese and play In the playset with slides, skee ball and took a picture. The machine took a picture of me and put the picture on Chuck E. Cheese card. After leaving Chuck E. Cheese when I got home, I went to my mother’s car to get the mail. When I got out of the car, I didn’t move my fingers. I got them caught in the car door. When my dad opened the car door, I got my fingers out. Then I looked at my fingers and they were bleeding. He told me to go inside to the bathroom and my dad came into the bathroom and turned the sink on and put very cold

I was going down the trail with my ex best friend and his uncle was infront and the friend was in the back it was getting cold and i wanted to get home so i was getting in a hurry. So i came around a corner and there it was on almost a straight away and a stump on the side of the trail.

One day close to halloween I went to my grandpa’s house to spend time with my cousins as we were pulling into my grandpa's driveway there was this cat and I couldn’t see what color it was so I ignored it. My cousin had brung his toy hauler so when we went to ride it, he turned the curve and the side protection broke and I fell out of it and almost broke my neck because of the way I landed when I fell off of it.

On the first weekend in october dad and me were tearing down an old shed. On such a beautiful day. You didn’t have to bundle up for the cold. Then when dad wanted to work on the top side of the building and the only way to do that was to get off the ground at least seven feet. So I when to go get the skid steer and lifted him off the ground and I went to go tear off the siding on the far side of the shed. When I had to move him I had to walk around the other side of the building and climb in the skid loader and move it. Did it a couple time. Then when I was walking on a two by six and there was a nail sticking up and went right through my rubber boot, my sock, and then into my left foot. After noticing that it was there i lifted my foot and took my boot and sock off within a couple seconds. It had started to bleed and dad told me to let it bleed. Now we are all worried of the last time I got my tetanus shot.