Personal Narrative About My Nose

I have always been insecure about my nose. Every picture I take, my nose is all my eyes see. I know this sounds like every high school girl on the planet, but I have a reason. From the ages of five to twelve, I could not catch a break: I broke my nose 3 times. The first time was simply a misunderstanding of basic physics. My playroom, also known as my sanctuary, was the only place where I made the rules. One rainy day when I was stuck inside, I decided I was going to sky dive. The plan was simple: climb onto the armrest of the couch, lean forward, and free fall onto the cushioned seats. As easy as it, it was much more complex. Whilst falling, I had yet to realize how tall I was for a 5 year old and how short my playroom couch was. Before I knew it, my nose collided with the wooden armrest parallel to the other. …show more content…
The summer break during my fourth grade year was nonstop sunburnt shoulders and dry skin. To try and impress people in the deep end, I would do backflip, after backflip, after backflip. I thought it was a good idea to bring my gymnast abilities to the shallow end of the pool, but my nose thought otherwise. In middle school, the sport to play was cheerleading. Once I made the team, I was ecstatic for the possibilities ahead. The first practice finally came and I was ready. Due to my size being relatively bigger than the other sixth graders, I was in charge of holding up the girls in the air and catching them when they fell. A few falls and a couple elbows later, my nose was caput.
I am happy I broke my nose. Even with all the years of insecurities, I will never forget the endless memories that makes my face the unique way it