Personal Narrative: I Am Going To Walmart Again

I am NEVER going to Walmart again When someone gets hurt in an odd way you always think “That’ll never happen to me!” This was one of the things I never thought could happen to me. I mean, I knew I was clumsy, but I didn’t think I was that clumsy. It was an ordinary day and we were just doing some shopping when things took a turn for the worse and changed everything. It was June of 2014, we were having a pretty normal day and everything was going well except for the brand new hair cut that I did not like. My new hair was short choppy and did not appeal to my facial structure. My Mawmaw, my brother and I decided to go to Walmart to get a few items we needed. James went excitedly to the sports gear, Mawmaw went to the grocery aisles to get ingredients for dinner that night and I needed a few art supplies. I went and got all of my art supplies and most of it was paint, but a few other things like pencils, a
Once I got all of the things I wanted together, I set out to find my family. After searching I started to panic slightly wandering the store endlessly thinking, “I’m lost, I’m lost, what do I do?” After thinking for a while I decided that staying by the front door would probably be my best bet. Eventually they found me and we went to check out. When we got to check out and stood in line I realized that one of the paints I had gotten was dried out, so naturally I went to go switch it out with a new one. As I was on my way to the art section I was going around a corner and “Bam!” I walked right into one of the clothing racks that was sticking out into the aisle where it shouldn’t have been. When I ran into it at first it hit me in the face right below my left eye and slightly to the left of my nose; this knocked me out and caused