Personal Narrative-Love With Football
Watching pads clash against pads and crisp impenetrable helmets collide play after play was always how I would want to spend my weekends. Hearing fans hooting and hollering for each and every player, small concession stands with large crowds demanding chargrilled hotdogs and hamburgers, and lastly, getting wrapped by the pungent smell of chopped up grass stuck to sweaty damp jerseys. Ever since I can remember I have been deeply in love with football, playing every chance I get. I played at the Northside Youth Organization with many of my friends and eventually my younger brothers. My best friend, Thomas, was playing on a bright and sunny Sunday morning along with my brothers. I was eager to watch his team battle against the number one seed,
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I decided to cut through the freshly dewed pine straw, which was slick from a heavy rainstorm the previous night. My feet started to slip from underneath me and my weight forcefully dragged towards the ground. Before I can stop my fall, my head smashed against hard cold cement. No thoughts went through my head. Neither pain nor suffering. Only Darkness. I woke up but only saw out of one eye. Warm thick blood ran down my face completely covering up my left eye. I was on the ground feeling nauseous and scared. I tried to stand, but I could not pry myself up, due to my broken clavicle. I decide to slowly crawl into the parking lot, in hopes that a bystander would see me. A man sprinted towards me and I stared dead into his eyes, and that is when I realize that the cut was worse then I had thought. Tears furiously run down my face and I let out screams of agony. The man propped me up against a black Ford F-150, and tried to reassure me that everything will be all right. I had a hard time believing him when his hands were shaking and he is yelling for help like somebody had just gotten shot. The man quickly took off my jacket and tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure to the wound as a few parents rush to help. It must have been my lucky day since 4 doctors were at NYO and they were now by my side
I decided to cut through the freshly dewed pine straw, which was slick from a heavy rainstorm the previous night. My feet started to slip from underneath me and my weight forcefully dragged towards the ground. Before I can stop my fall, my head smashed against hard cold cement. No thoughts went through my head. Neither pain nor suffering. Only Darkness. I woke up but only saw out of one eye. Warm thick blood ran down my face completely covering up my left eye. I was on the ground feeling nauseous and scared. I tried to stand, but I could not pry myself up, due to my broken clavicle. I decide to slowly crawl into the parking lot, in hopes that a bystander would see me. A man sprinted towards me and I stared dead into his eyes, and that is when I realize that the cut was worse then I had thought. Tears furiously run down my face and I let out screams of agony. The man propped me up against a black Ford F-150, and tried to reassure me that everything will be all right. I had a hard time believing him when his hands were shaking and he is yelling for help like somebody had just gotten shot. The man quickly took off my jacket and tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure to the wound as a few parents rush to help. It must have been my lucky day since 4 doctors were at NYO and they were now by my side