How To Play Basketball-Personal Narrative

When I was 10 years old we were out from school on summer break me, my brother Wan and my two cousins Shawntavious & Phillip were riding our bikes to the local park to play basketball around 8:00 AM in the morning. We played about 3 games of 21, my brother Wan won most of the games. He would never play defense, but always shooting long range 3-point shots with him being the shortest that style of play made the most sense. We all got tired of losing and everybody was hungry, so we decided to head back home to eat. Racing to grab our bikes, we always made everything into a competition, my cousin Shawntavious yelled “I bet I’m the first one to make it to the yard,” my cousin Phillip said, “Not today.” So, we all took off on the bikes as fast as we could, my mom's house was one block away from the park. Approaching the corner about 40 yards from the stop sign I was in the lead, riding my new mongoose bike with metal pedals that I just got for Christmas that year made me
Adrenaline rushing through my body I had no idea what had just happened. I got up laughing, so were my brothers and cousins, soon as I tried to take a step I feel down, then reality started to set in, my bike pedal had sliced the top of my ankle almost cutting my Achilles tendon. I couldn’t believe what I saw just a big gash on the top of my ankle, I could still see the skin hanging from the bike pedal. Naturally, our body has ways of distracting us from pain, but after a while, it wears off. The pain was unbearable that I couldn’t walk for the next 6 months, and I had to walk on crutches until I could teach myself how to walk again. At times, I felt like I would never be able to walk again leading me to feel depressed about the situation. Wan, Shanwtavious, and Phillip would always have to wait on me everywhere they went because I was always walking slowly on crutches, I know it annoyed all of them after a