Essay A Day That Changed My Life

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I am living a life where there is something that will always haunt me. It leaves me horrified every time I look down a road or if I see people on bikes. It’s a day that is so real to me, leaving me terrified. It’s a day that took my soul away, leaving me with no light to spare, looking for a way to get out. Nine years ago was a day that changed my life completely. It happened on an evening in June, just as the sun was setting, outside on top of the hill just right down the road from my house. I was very dare devilish when I was young; I did anything that was impossible and made it possible, but this day killed my every will to want, have, especially to do devilish things again. This day changed me for the better, putting fear into my eyes. …show more content…
I felt like I was on top of the world, until his horrendous day happened. It was like any other day and the sun was setting and the street lights were on. Silence roamed the streets, trees were still and even the monkeys from the zoo stopped howling. I was playing with my sisters, Kerri and Jada riding our bikes, having a good old time. Laughing and playing around my head turned for a second noticing a hill. As I was looking up at the dark, rocky hill an idea popped in to my head. It was like a light bulb just went off; my eyes were glued to the hill, thinking about the wondrous things I could do upon it. I was so mesmerized by the hill and the ideas that I was having. I took off riding towards the top going so fast that by the time my sister said, “where are you going?” I was already gone. By the time, I got to the top of the hill, I could feel my heart pounding through …show more content…
I could feel my knee throbbing but I couldn’t see it. My sisters ran over to help me and as they helped me lift up my bike I began to look down at my knee. My eyes widened and my cry became earsplitting. There was blood everywhere. It looked like someone just took a big can of red paint and poured it top of the pavement. My face red as a cherry, tears making their way down my soft cheeks. I screamed in agony for my mother. My sister was so scared that she ran inside to go get our mother. As I watched the blood from my knee flow onto to the pavement, a fear rushed through my body. My mother came bursting out the glass door, making the glass shake with the door slammed. She looked like a super woman as she was running towards me; her eyes filled with fear and concern. “Baby, are you ok?” She said kneeling down next to me looking that my bloody knee. She told me everything would be ok, stroking my fire red cheek with her soft hand. The gentle feeling of her soft hand comforted me, making me cool down from all the panic. My mother helped me in the house. She set me on the couch as she went to get the supplies to clean my wound. As the cool air hit my skin soothing me from the enormous head ache I encountered with all that crying I did. I laid back in the couch trying to remember the horrifying tragedy that just happed. When I heard her soft voice, I noticed her, she looked like an angel ascending from heaven. In here hands she had the

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