Imagine a child, one who is exuberant, amiable, and full of humor. A few years ago, that child would have resembled me. I was a kid who loved to be around friends, and make everyone laugh; however, there was an event that drastically changed that: I got into a four-wheeling accident after sneaking out with my friends. Before I got into the accident, I was an audacious and social kid; afterwards, I became much more cautious and introverted.
Prior to the accident, I was a fairly gregarious child, who enjoyed spending most of his time outside with friends. I, like most kids, enjoyed being reckless and doing dangerous things. My friends and I always ended up performing silly stunts, such as riding on a sled that was tied to a four-wheeler, which usually ended with someone getting hurt (that someone was usually me). In spite of me getting injured a lot, my friends and I continued doing these stunts. Above all things, I enjoyed making people laugh, and what better way is there to make people laugh than to get hurt in silly ways? Ultimately, the ignorant courage, that was the foundation of who I was, came crumbling down.
For most of the beginning of a hot and boring day, I sat in …show more content…
After the event, and well after I had fully recovered, I started to be much more cautious and introverted. This new caution may seem all well and good, but it was not; for, it was because of this new caution that I mostly stopped going out with any friends at all - much less than I did before the incident. Soon, the caution turned into xenophobia. Even my mother, who sheltered me quite a bit, realised that I was not going out enough, and began to encourage me to go out and make friends again. If people were remembered solely on their personalities, no one would have been able to recognize
Prior to the accident, I was a fairly gregarious child, who enjoyed spending most of his time outside with friends. I, like most kids, enjoyed being reckless and doing dangerous things. My friends and I always ended up performing silly stunts, such as riding on a sled that was tied to a four-wheeler, which usually ended with someone getting hurt (that someone was usually me). In spite of me getting injured a lot, my friends and I continued doing these stunts. Above all things, I enjoyed making people laugh, and what better way is there to make people laugh than to get hurt in silly ways? Ultimately, the ignorant courage, that was the foundation of who I was, came crumbling down.
For most of the beginning of a hot and boring day, I sat in …show more content…
After the event, and well after I had fully recovered, I started to be much more cautious and introverted. This new caution may seem all well and good, but it was not; for, it was because of this new caution that I mostly stopped going out with any friends at all - much less than I did before the incident. Soon, the caution turned into xenophobia. Even my mother, who sheltered me quite a bit, realised that I was not going out enough, and began to encourage me to go out and make friends again. If people were remembered solely on their personalities, no one would have been able to recognize