Personal Narrative: My Decision To Get Tagged

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If you want to be in a boy's head, just land straight on it.

The summer of 2008 had just stared. You could find me in the park playing soccer with my mates 24/7. I was an 11year old girl who was in love with playing soccer and upon this day I still am. Strangely enough the day of the incident I was not playing soccer, I was playing tag. My friends and I decided to climb on the top of a slide so it would be very hard to get tagged. Unfortunately the tagger didn’t think that way and ran to the slide with the idea to climb on it as well. I sat between 2friends and had no way to escape. As a little dear devil I definitely did not want to get tagged because that would obviously(thinking now) be the end of my life. I decided to stand up and jump
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Back to the story, so I decided to jump which is the most stupid idea I have ever had but since I’m only 17 I will probably come up with even stupider ideas. I remember that I had big smile while I jumped off the slide, probably thinking : “guess who is not going to get tagged today”. Little did I know that instead of landing on the ground I was going to land on a boy’s very big, round, unbelievably hard head until it actually happened. I was screaming my lungs out and shocked that something like that could ever happen to me. I remember my mom acting as if I was dying but it was very cute of her. On the way to the accident and emergency department in the hospital , my sister and her friend told me that It wasn’t as bad as I thought and that it probably would be diagnosed as a bruised foot. Hearing that, I stopped crying and manned up until I got diagnosed with a broken foot. While getting the plaster cast on almost my entire leg I cried, to distract me from my pain the nurse asked me which color I wanted the plaster cast to be . I could choose between blue and pink she said. Little did I know that she was a liar. I chose blue but that day I came home with a pink plaster cast, since

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