It was a crisp spring day the birds were chirping and the bugs were buzzing and my brother and I, at the age of 10, were playing around in the backyard of our house. All we were doing was just playing around in the backyard having a fun time being normal children as always. Then I came up with this perfect idea to play hockey because since we all love hockey. So we wouldn't work garage I got a plastic baseball bat and my brother got a wooden baseball bat plus a whiffle ball.…
On a sunny Saturday morning when I was 5 years old, my sister and I were playing a game where we would push ourselves off of our bed like it was a slide. Our room was a pigsty; it looked as if a tornado had passed through. The mess from our closet met up with the end of our bed. I had just slid down the bed feet first into the mess when it happened.…
We were on the road going to my soccer tournament but it was out of town in springfield. Me my sister (Andrea) and my mom and dad I was so excited to play . 4 hours latter we finally got there, but once we did it, the hotel was very small but me and my soccer team we bonded very well over the time, but it was time to go to bed I told my sister I wonder what it feels like to break a bone in your arm. The next morning I was so excited this was my time to shine we started to go to the soccer field 15 minutes in the game a girl tripped me and I fell and landed wrong and broke my arm.…
The day I took off on my 4 wheeler, and left my Mom and Dad in the dust. It started out awesome and fun, then turned out to be very scary. It was July 4, 2013, my family and I loaded up our 4 wheelers for a fun day in the great outdoors. We all unloaded our 4 wheelers, then took off out into the desert. I wanted to see how fast I could go around the sharp corners on dirt roads. It was so much. I was having so much fun seeing how fast I could drive my 4 wheeler, around the sharp dirt road corners, I never looked back.…
I had a really terrible memory when I was young, which was about a car accident. In the summer of 1995, I was 7 years old at that time,I was playing with my friends in the garden which was near my house. Suddenly, a friend of mine started fighting with a big guy. I didn’t know what happen, I was too young and so scared, the only thing I thought was to find his parents to go for help. So a girl and I decided to run to his home. The little girl was in front of me when we were crossing the road, and we didn’t realize a car was coming. The driver saw the girl first, so he turned right to avoid hitting her, but he didn’t know that there was another child coming out.…
Well, as fate would have it, Nick ran into me. The momentum he had on impact, caused me to fall forward, right into a brick wall. I remember the pain running through my arms and face, but nothing hurt as badly as my lip. My first grade teacher came out, and she helped me to the nurse. The nurse called my mother, and told her that I had to go to the hospital. Before my mother got to the school, although she was driving pretty fast, I got to look in the mirror. My upper lip was split open, and did not look pretty. It was bleeding excessively when my mother got to the school. She quickly got me into the car, and we drove off.…
I walked downstairs and said to my mom “I don’t feel very good.” My mom responded, “Ok, go back to bed and try to get some sleep.” After my mom told me that I went upstairs to my room and tried to lay in bed. I couldn’t fall asleep at all! A little bit later I didn’t feel any better so I went to the doctor. The doctor told me that…
I am running and running as I look back at my house with my family trying to open the door, and it shatters into a million pieces with them in it. I am knocked to the ground as fire and wood cover my burned face. With a spike-shaped splinter though my arm, I hurriedly rip it out as I scream. Blood flowing as the torn muscle is in pain, I grasp it in horror and start running till my leg…
It was an ordinary day; my husband was mowing the yard and my son helping him to pick up the grass. My younger daughter was playing around the house, and my older daughter doing homework. My son was only three years old at the time of the accident and I still remember…
One horrible day, about 3 or 4 years ago. I woke up and all of the feeling in my legs were gone. I tried to get out of bed but my bed is a top bunk with a desk underneath it so It was hard to get out of bed. I tried to use my legs but they were lifeless. They wouldn't move so it was all upper body strength getting down from my bed. Finally, I got down from my bed tried to walk but I couldn’t. So all I could do is yell, so I started screaming “Dad! Dad!” Then I blacked out. I woke up a while later in the car, when I asked my dad where we were going he said the doctors. I looked at the time on my phone, It was 9:30!! At this time I was living in Florida. My school started at…
i will never forget that sunny, warm and peaceful day afternoon at the summer vocation I was bored and depressed so i turned the TV on as always there is nothing in it i saw a real TV show called "The Exorcisms of Anneliese Michel" it was about a haunted girl from Germany it was creepy as hell so i shut it down i didn't feel well after i had watched it i decided to sleep early at night before my parents and i did i woke up at the middle of the night because i felt there is someone standing next to me i found out it was my young sister i looked at the door i saw Anneliese standing there i totally freaked out and i started to cry like crazy but without sound after half an hour i woke my sister up i told her to take me to mum she started to laugh…
Sometimes my family annoys the hell out of me. Don’t get me wrong, I love them but, I get tired of the crowdedness of the house and the disrespect I get from the whippersnappers. Just the other day Lou, my grandson, mocked me for the last time.…
At one point me and my mom, my aunt her son, and my cousin savon with his family all stayed in that same building. I spent most of my days hanging out with my best friend since birth, Alek. His my and my mom were best friends from high school, and they both had sons, a year and sixteen days apart. If I wasn’t with him, my older “cousins” would come over and all play my PS2. I have a not so good memory of me really wanting some pickles. I always like to eat pickles for some reason, and one time I went to the fridge to get one, dropped the huge jar, shattering it all over the kitchen floor. Instead of being wise, and just waiting for my mom, I hopped to the living room, stepping on a shard of glass. My mom had carry me to the bathroom and tried to squeeze the glass out of my foot, resulting a blood projectiling into the wall. That same year I also had to get my tonsils out. I remember being perfectly fine until I was on the table ready to be put to sleep, I then started to bawl my eyes out, crying for my mother. After the surgery I awoke to family, stuffed animals, and ice…
When I was in fifth grade (12years old) I was at a friend's house for the first time. Me and her were playing in the basement, her brother (17years old)and his friend were on the other side of the room playing video games while me and her were throwing back and forth a big yoga ball. Me and her are throwing back and forth and I miss it, before I can grab it, it hits her brothers Lego Death Star. I look up at her and all I see is fear, she grabs my arm and screams to run. We make it up the first flight of stairs but at the top of the second flight is a very narrow hallway and you had to take a sharp right turn to get to her room and I tripped and fell hard on the wood stairs, she was already in her room screaming at me to get up but I couldn't…
OK, I ask you, is it my fault? Is it my fault the guy leaves his briefcase in the back seat of my cab? It's not my fault.…