Personal Narrative: My Family Trip To Rock Island

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As a child, I was known for being very adventurous. Curious yet shy, I wanted to know everything. If I was out of my element, I wanted to explore. It was simple; I needed to know my place. It was a hot summer day in the middle of August. I was a seven year old who loved adventures. I love them so much that when we went on our family trip to Grindstone Island one sunny summer afternoon, I got lost because my parents couldn’t find me because I was off exploring. Going on little adventures as a family all over the St. Lawrence River became our summer “thing.” We would go to different islands by boat and just spend time as a family and have picnics. Because the St. Lawrence is my backyard, this was a weekly occurrence. Every island …show more content…
Rock Island is just five minutes away from my dock. Being only seven years old, I didn’t really think much of it other than it was a new island, new adventure. So we took the boat out. The boat was just perfect. It was a small red boat that read “Rinker” on the side. My favorite part of the boat was the little cubby compartment in the front. I loved lying in there and listening to the waves crash against the boat and hearing the water splashing all around. It was a perfect recipe for a nap. When we got on the boat my mom helped me put on my purple Scooby Doo life preserver, got all the picnic stuff, loaded our dog on and off we went to Rock Island. Today the island has been taken over by the state and has since become a state park. At the time it was just an abandoned island. They had docks but no one was ever there. The island had this huge red house in the center. The house was boarded up and no one was allowed in. My mom seemed to know all the history of the island and I loved hearing the stories she told about it. The story behind the house was it was the lighthouse keeper’s house at one point. She explained all about the different keepers that had once …show more content…
I was told not to move my wrist and to just keep pressure applied and to keep it straight. My mom helped me into the emergency room and sat with me int the room. We got an X-ray that found nothing to be broken. Still I had this huge gash in my wrist. They told me I needed stitches. I cried and pleaded not to have any needles but mom said that was what I needed. I still didn’t want the stitches so my mom improvised. She bribed me with a Life saver mint. I was able to have the mint if I got the stitches and I did just so. They numbed me and that was the most pain I felt throughout the whole situation. I watched as she inserted the stitches and watched her cover them with gauze. My mom was so proud and so was my doctor. As we were getting ready to go, the doctor came in and gave me a stuffed bear and a lollipop. On the bear it had a shirt that read in white lettering “I’m a hero” in a red heart. It meant the world to me and I loved it so much. It made me feel like that this whole situation was not as bad as everyone was making it out to be. I even got my favorite flavor of lollipop, orange. My mom was given my medicine and we left. I was told I wasn’t allowed to swim or do anything and I had to shower with a bag over my wrist for about 6-8 weeks. Everyday my dad would change my gauze and tell me how my incision was doing. When the 6-8 weeks were up I went to my local doctor to have the stitches removed. Once again my

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