Personal Narrative Analysis

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Many people say how much they miss the good days back in elementary school: back when nothing mattered, except making friends and having fun. I loved those times, for the most part; except for it was the worst summer I can remember: the summer of 2007. My neighbor and I would play games in the backyard on my playset: grounders, tag, and even hide-and-seek; those were fun in all, but one day, we decided to be daring. I had a slide which was about four to five feet high at its peak. We chose to jump off the side and land in the grass. The first couple hundred times we did it, we were fine: no injuries, bumps, nor bruises. Then, as it started getting later in the day, my legs were heavy from running up the slide and jumping. I could feel it, so we decided we would each go one last time. He jumps and sticks the landing; I jump, but not so much. …show more content…
It was a hard, sharp, and a long-lasting pain. My mom was sitting on the deck and did not even notice what happened until I came to her, so I must not have yelled or made a big scene. I was in complete shock and being in kindergarten at the time, I had no clue what was happening; I only knew I could not move my arm past 90 degrees and it was the most pain that I had felt in my life. My mom was speechless as well; she was on the phone and I remember her saying, “I gotta let you go.” My friend explained to her how I landed and that I started crying immediately. We went inside and I got ice on it and elevated it, but I could not keep the ice on it for long because I thought I was going to get frostbite. It took me awhile to calm