Personal Narrative: My Dad

The wind blows through my hair. It’s cloudy and getting cold. “Are you ready for lunch,” my mom asks. She had taken my brothers and I to a park for a picnic. “Yes,” we say. Halfway through my meal I started to feel funny, like something bad was going to happen. I get up and head towards the playground. “What’s wrong?” asks my mom. “Oh, I’m just not hungry. I’m going to go play on the playground.” “okay, be carefull.” There are two other boys playing tag. They didn’t notice me, so I just started playing by myself. It wasn’t until my brothers came that they asked if we wanted to play with them. My brother seemed to escape the other boys easier by jumping off the playground from over the railing, and it looked cool, so I decided to follow him. I felt like i was one of the cool kids because I was older than the other boys and I was doing something awesome. That all …show more content…
headland. I will be your doctor.” He picks up my arm making it bend in the middle. A nurse come in to help him.
“Maybe hold it at a 90 degree angle,” Dr. Headland says. The nurse holds my arm up higher. Dr. Headland sprays something into my wound.
“It looks like your bone poked through the skin a little bit. We are going to have to do surgery on it. We will put pins in your arm to keep your bone in place. The pins are temporary, but if those don’t work we might have to put plates in your arm, which are not temporary. Also we will clean off your bone to keep it from getting infected, okay? We are going to put a temporary cast on it for now, and then you can go and get you room.” when we arrive at my room I think I passed out because when I open my eyes my family is all there and I am holding a bag of gummy worms. Then I close my eyes for two seconds and I know I fell asleep because and it’s dark outside. I don’t get much sleep that night. My dad turned on a movie for me, but I didn’t get very far into it because the doctors wheeled me away to the operating room about half way