Childhood Memories In Childhood

It was a normal day in New York city. I was playing basketball with my friends in the park. When I went up for a dunk, and I got fouled and flipped around and snapped my leg. My friends were saying “get some help now.” While was setting down on the floor crying, holding my leg. When my friends called the ambulance for help.

“Hey, I think that guy do not know that his pant is loose and almost about to fall off” I said.

After the men came back they said they called an ambulance to take me to the hospital. Ten minutes later, the paramedics came in and got be and we left. On the way to the hospital one of paramedics asked what I did to my foot.

He attempted to shake his head and I wanted nothing more that to pop his beady head off and kill the bastard right then and there. There was a rule of thumb in the joint and that was to keep your hands to yourself and keep your hands off someone else's shit.

I got on the skateboard and started to go up a ramp and fell. Tyler just started to laugh while Matteo helped me up and make sure I was okay.

The pain was nothing like I had ever felt before. I had never broken a bone so I didn’t know it would hurt like this. It felt as if the world’s strongest person had just punched me in the lower back. At the time the pain was shooting all the way from the bottom of my tailbone to my mid-back. There was a tear running down my face. Everyone on my team, and all the parents on the sidelines, knew Iam injured. They knew this because I would never cry during a soccer game unless I was in pain.

After wait for a few minutes they called my name and we walked me down the hall and to the X-Ray room. They made me take off my boot and stand on this weird X-Ray and I had to set my foot on this weird square. I was really scared because I didn't want it to be broke again or worse. They took me back into the waiting room when the doctor came in and had the X-Rays. He said the my foot

Then the Jap who hit me spat on me. That is the normal day on the walk. We hardly get fed beatings are everyday especially for me seeing they think I'm a threat. “Are you okay now bud”? As he helped me up “We need to leave”.

I followed him to retrieved his name from his headgear nametape and asked him his commanders name as he walked away. He stated. "Aaron Shepard, 2nd Brigade HHC, CPT Tate is my commander, make sure you spell it right mother fucker"

He chuckled and extended his arm pointing the gun to my head. I got on my knees and pleaded for my life like a little coward.

“ bet you 20 you can't “ i said in return as he starts hopping and on one and stumbles over something I felt a burning sensation on my left side of my ribs

My ankle still gives me problems today and I still wear a brace most of the time. I can now lie my leg even with my ankle because of it and most people think it’s gross, but I think it’s

The sounds of the aircraft's flying past the camp woke up Alex and I. I was nervous about are training so I asked Alex if he was ready to shoot a gun. Sgt Miller yelled “Rise and Shine magots.” Everyone in the sleeping quarters woke up to the yelling. Sgt Miller wanted us to get dressed and meet him at the gun range. Alex and I got their last. Sgt Miller handed me and Alex a M1A1 Carbine, the gun weighed a ton. Sgt Miller told everyone to go to a target and get ready to shoot. Alex and I were getting in position to shoot. Sgt Miller yelled “Fire.” Alex hit the left arm of the paper target. I hit right in the middle of the head. Sgt Miller said to me “Kevin shoot again for me.” I shoot again and it hit right in the middle of the head again.

We had this playset that had a bar on the left side to do flips on. On the other side there was a climbing rope, and in the front there were two swings. My brother and I came up with a game to see who could get over the bar fastest by doing a flip. So the first few times I did it I was fine, I grabbed the bar put my stomach on it and spun down. My brother and I took turns and on my 3rd turn I must not have done it correctly, but either way I hit my head on it right below my eyebrow. I fell on the ground and held my hand to my eye, by then I started crying because of shock. Surprisingly it didn’t hurt that bad, but it was just throbbing. My brother came over and told me to move my hand so he could look at it when I did he looked worried, he told me that we had to go in the house right away. I had blood all over the palm of my hand and on the right side of my face. He helped me up and walked there with me to the house.

I stare at him dumbfounded. Bec must have caught on to what was happening. She tried to warn me.