I was four when it happened, it was frigid as an igloo home, and foggy as steam from an oven, and light as a horizon. I was at the GRAND CANYON there was a bunch of snow on the ground.
" I'm cold, " as I whispered to my mom. She replied back" rub your hands" and she even squeezed me tight. But it began to get warmer and some of the snow liquefied, the ground was wet and as I was RUNNING it felt like I was flying "wow "THIS IS SO FAST," I was sledding on my shoes it was AMAZING. I was hollering," I CAN'T STOP," I JUMPED and I SLIPPED on some wet melted snow and slid on my knees on the SHARP hard ROCK floor!
There was blood GUSHING out of my knee I was little so I started CRYING at the top of my lungs,on the the hard SHARP floor! It was TERRIBLE as getting 500 shots and EMBARRASSING as tripping in the White House with ice cream all over your face and the president looked at you. …show more content…
When it was BLEEDING and GUSHING with blood it was STINGING so much.
When I got the worst wound I could ever have there were little rocks in the hurting cut and there was also a lot of dirt which made it sting even more and the rocks and dirt DID NOT HELP AT ALL!!
I know now NOT to DASH and jump where's there's snow! When it was all over I started acting up and YELLED "yes yes yes." I was so excited after using all of the medicines to cure it. All of the gushing dripping blood was gone. I wouldn't want this enormous accident to happen AGAIN. I was super scared if it would happen I'm more protective and safe. For I was never ever in this horrible pain again!! I was so happy I couldn't wait to dash and flash around the