Personal Narrative: My Trampoline

My parents gave me a trampoline for my fourth birthday. I loved that trampoline. I was five at the time, and my brother was nineteen. My brother’s name is C.J, but I called him Baba. I would go on the trampoline with my brother every day and do front punches and back-hand-springs. I wasn’t really good at this yet, but I was great at aerials. An aerial is a cartwheel with no hands. I also used to bring a laundry basket on the trampoline and have my brother bounce me. Having my big brother in my life has been an adventure, but “made me a stronger person.
One day I went inside to grab the laundry basket and ask my brother to play with me. We went outside on the trampoline. My brother wasn’t jumping that high at the time. An hour passed and he went inside to take a 30 min. break. I wasn’t tired yet so I started doing more flips. Then my mom came out and told me “Tori come inside and eat lunch.” …show more content…
I was still in the laundry basket. I ended up getting out and playing popcorn with him. Popcorn is a game we played that involved me sitting in a ball with my knees tucked to my chest. My brother would jump around me trying to pop me open. It was actually fun, until, I popped, flipped, and fell on my head. I ended up going inside and crying in pain. My mom squawked “Pass auf seine Schwester auf” to my brother, and he just laughed. I really wanted to slap him, but I kept