Personal Narrative Analysis

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As a child I thought that I had a great life. I would protect myself by denying that the hardships I endured hadn’t really happened. Fun and games were a better alternative to focus on than the reality of so many hurts and pain. Afterall, I still had my two older sisters and my mom who were always there for me, they would pick up my pieces and make things temporarily better. They tried to protect me from the things that they were exposed to for many years.
For as long as I can remember, my biggest fear was of my dad. It was very difficult to protect me from him. He was very unpredictable. One minute he was happy and the next he was angry, aggressive, hurtful and from what I know now, abusive. I have watched movies and observed real fathers
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With every passing year, my dad became worse and became something that I couldn’t even begin to imagine. One day, my dad and I started playing a game of tag in the basement. After a short while he became more aggressive and angry, I was scared. The game was no longer fun. It became a frantic attempt for me to really get away. He just kept gaining on me until I couldn’t run anymore. He tackled me to the ground and all I could remember was crying out for my mom, screaming. She rushed downstairs and took me behind her while she walked up the stairs backward so her back wasn’t to him. It never seemed right. It didn’t seem real. No dad should ever put his child in danger ever, but this is what was my …show more content…
My 99lbs to his 230lbs had had enough. I told him something to the effect of, “NO.” He shoved me into my dresser and I hit the back of my neck. At some point he had his forearm into the front of my throat. For some reason he stopped.You may ask if I called the police. It was ingrained in my head to assess as the police office had warned me. So I asked myself the question, “Am I bleeding?” There was no blood, so I didn’t want to bother the