Personal Narrative-Piggy Room

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“We’re going to put this mask on you, breathe in deeply; you’re going to feel really sleepy,” were the last words I heard before going into a deep sleep in the operation room. I tried looking around, all I saw were the blurry faces of the doctor and nurses and the bright light above me. Hours before, I had been joyfully sitting down at my desk painting my not-so-much-of-a-piggy box. I was in kindergarten and the dilemma in my life at the moment was what color to paint the bear’s jar. Soon, the bell rang and I sprinted to the restroom to wash the paint off my hands. As I bolted through the dark restroom, I failed to see that the floor was slippery. In a matter of seconds I was thrown to the floor. After that, all I remember was seeing