Personal Narrative: Running Out Of Wood In The Basement

It was a cold winter day. We were running out of wood in the basement and I was always the one who helped my dad put more into the basement. I was in the third grade and loved helping my dad outside with his chores that he had to do. My dad told me that he was going out to put some wood in the basement and I began bundling up in my warm winter clothes. I put on my snow pants, coat, boots, hat, and work gloves before heading outside to help. My dad was pulling out of the garage on the four wheeler and I hoped on as he drove to the other side of the yard and hooked up the wood trailer so we could load it with wood. I helped him take the tarp off the mountain of wood and began grabbing the biggest pieces I could-even if that meant dragging them along. We piled the trailer as full as we could get it and I ran back to the four wheeler so that we could throw it into the basement. We pulled up to my bedroom window, and right below it was where …show more content…
She pulled out a chair and had me sit down. Now that I had seen the blood all I could do was cry; I wanted her to fix it. I was the only one in my household who had not had stitches and I didn’t want that to change. “Mom you can fix it. Please. You can fix it. I don’t want to go to the hospital.” I cried. She took a look at my finger and cringed. “I can’t fix that. I’m going to have to take you in.” She helped me take off my snow pants and hat, and wrapped my finger up in lots of paper towels and gauze before getting my favorite stuffed animal from my room. She helped me out to the car and into the front seat, leaving my dad at home to clean up the mess and watch my brother. Driving to the hospital was a blur- and it wasn’t just because my eyes were filled with tears. In the emergency, we waited in the emergency room for an hour as others were let in before us. Finally they called my name and my mom took me into the little white