Personal Narrative: My Trip To Mooney's Bay

“Let’s go tobogganing in Mooney’s Bay,” my friend Henry suggested.
After that, we decided to meet up at Mooney’s Bay at three o’clock sharp. This was my first winter in Canada and I felt quite nervous about tobogganing. I was in second grade at the time and I was terribly afraid of the possibility of injuring myself. It was a hard decision, but I knew I had to go tobogganing one way or another, so I decided to go with Henry to Mooney’s Bay.
The journey to Mooney’s Bay felt inevitably long as I was anxious throughout the whole trip. We finally arrived at Mooney’s Bay and towed our toboggans up the hill. On my first ride down the hill, I shut my eyes as tightly as possible. I felt wind cutting across my face like a knife as we charged down the hill like horses without reins.
We became exhausted as we raced up and down the tobogganing hill multiple times. We decided to take a break and sit along the outstretched row of benches. “ Let’s do one more ride on the hill and go back home,” I suggested.
“Sure, but maybe we should ride the steeper
side of the hill for a final surge of excitement?” Henry suggested.
“ You sure?” I asked.
“Yeah, it is going to be pretty exciting riding down the steeper hill,” Henry replied, excitedly.
I agreed to go though still having doubts about the ride. On the ride down we charged at maximum velocity towards an icy rock. We narrowly avoided the rock. Unfortunately, Henry lost control of the toboggan as he turned a sharp right to avoid the rock and plummeted towards another toboggan. He flipped over it, landing upside down on the ground, while I was like a rocket shooting out of the toboggan. Fifteen minutes later, the paramedics arrived with a stretcher and examined my injuries. Henry had minor injuries on his forehead, since when our toboggan flipped he was in the front seat and didn’t
The paramedics called my parents to tell them about my severe nose injuries as I laid helplessly on the frigid ground, which felt like concrete with spikes integrated inside.
The paramedics applied first aid to my injuries, carried me on a stretcher back to the ambulance and delivered me to the hospital. Doctors examined the injuries and found traces of concussion symptoms. I spent a day in the hospital rustling through my belongings for any source of entertainment. My parents were with me in the hospital initially , but had to go home to take care of my younger sisters, so I spent some of my time feeling lonely in the protracted and dim corridors of the hospital. It felt like the clock had frozen in time as I waited anxiously to get out of the hospital. The food tasted abhorrent as I gulped down the remains of the dry and tasteless omelettes, sandwiches, and hamburgers. Henry felt guilty about injuring me and visited the
hospital. “ It’s not your fault,” I said to Henry calmly.
“ It is my fault! If I had not lost control of the toboggan, you would have been fine!” Henry replied in an exasperated voice.
“ It was my choice to go with you and take the risk of getting injured,” I replied calmly.
“ I should have stopped you before you agreed to come,” Henry exclaimed guiltily. A week later, I successfully recovered and regained my strength. My dad and I had a long discussion about when to take risks. I realized that the next time I planned to go tobogganing I should weigh the benefits and consequences and then decide whether or not to take the risk.