Personal Narrative-Wrestling

I was wearing a navy blue polo and a pair of tan dress shorts. Not the normal clothing for a fight, but it was for today. Snack time had just ended and Mrs. Seaberry gave us some free time. In the classroom she had a toy kitchen set. I wanted to “cook” some eggs, but there were too many people in the kitchen. With not much free time left, I had to think of something to do quick. Growin up, I watched many hours of wrestling at my grandparents, so that was the first thing to come into my mind. Wrestle. I walked over to Vinny and asked if he wanted to wrestle. He said he would. It felt as if we were in an actual WWE wrestling environment. There was scent of popcorn in the air from snack time that took place before free time. I made
the sound of a bell and we began the fight. Just a few days before I had watched a wrestler on television crawl between his opponent's legs, so that was my first move. As soon as I stood up on the other side of Vinny, the teacher immediately knew that we were fighting so she separated us. Mrs. Seaberry made Vinny and I sit at a table with our heads down for the rest of free time. For us it felt like a decade has passed before our punishment was over.