Personal Narrative: Racing Toward An Injury

Racing Toward an Injury Almost every person in the world can share a story of woe in which they horribly injured themself or an acquaintance of theirs. While these sometimes only consist of a bruised knee or a scraped elbow, the most iconic tales result in broken bones or gaping gashes. Common instances in which injuries occur include basketball games, long hikes, or disagreements amongst siblings. Though the most memorable wounds are often those that occurred because of unattentiveness or ignorance. However, the most agonizing injury I have ever experienced came about due to a rather unorthodox situation. Imagine a rainy day with dark clouds, dreary skies, and nearly flooded streets. These days feel miserable to an eight year old who loves to explore the outdoors and running around in the backyard. About nine years ago on a day filled with theses depressing features, I wandered about my basement searching for something to do in order the combat eternal boredom. I read a book, played on our Wii console, watched TV, and completed a puzzle, but I still felt restless and unentertained. Having exhausted all possible options, I finally spotted the treadmill resting near the far wall of the room. Without actually intending to run on the machine, I jumped onto the belt and placed my hand on the power dial larger than my miniature, childlike hand. Unaware that my mother had recently plugged the treadmill into the outlet,
Although the pain has subsided and I no longer have to avoid touching the burning area on my leg, the memory will never subside. However, I am fortunate that my wound did not result in more serious, long-lasting repercussions. Because of the strange circumstance in which this accident occurred, my story will provide entertainment to people I meet all throughout my life, but luckily, the effects of my incognizance no longer impact my day to day