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Personal Narrative: Recovering Injury
Back when I was in 6th grade, I never really gave much thought to what decisions could result in injury. For the most part, knew what could get me seriously hurt or what could have life-changing consequences in the future, but I when I decided whether or not to do something, an injury wasn’t the first thing that crossed my mind. It was normally already halfway in before that I realized I could get hurt, but, luckily, I had never broken a bone or been to the hospital and had never really had a significant injury that I can really remember.
However, when I began skateboarding, I really learned not to push limits and to think things through. It was early 2016, and I just began skateboarding a couple months before, after my friend Scott, introduced
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I began to fall deep into thought about the crash. I truly realized how lucky I was and how much worse it could have been. It was a truly terrifying moment for me. I could have attempted to stay on the skateboard and not attempted to stop, which would have lead to me crashing into a parked car, potentially sending me to the hospital. I could have been hit by a driver not paying attention coming down the street. I could have tried to stay on the board just a little longer and crashed at a greater speed. I could have not been wearing a helmet and got a serious concussion. All these possible outcomes slammed into me at once, leaving me speechless. Even though looking back on it, my injuries were very minor, it really dawned on me just how bad it could have ended and how lucky I had been to not have any lasting injuries.
That crash completely changed the way that I look at certain situations, even decisions that aren’t related to skateboarding. When someone asks me to go with them and speed in the car, “Come on dude, it’ll be fun, you're going to be fine”, it forces me to think. Is it really harmless? I thought it would be “fine” going down that huge hill. I have to think about an injury to not only myself but to others as well. How could this not only hurt me but others also?
That skateboarding accident Scott and I dubbed, “Death Hill”, helped shape my life and made me the person I am today. It

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