Trampolines, everyone loves them, today was not the case. It was more like a bounce, fly, fall, and cry. Kids normally say bouncing “funness”, I said, bouncing “dumbness”. This day was so horrible and I never ever want it to happen again. Horrible days with trampolines and annoying little and older brothers.
“Hey Reagan, how you are doing” said my dad as I gladly walked out of a silver Lincoln navigator with dusty tires from a bumpy white shell rock road. With me being so happy I ran up to him and gave him a hug with warm tears staining my face as I sobbed with joy. I had said a mean goodbye to my mom and walked away as my step mom accompanied me to a midnight blue Kia minivan I’d gotten welcomed by four tan, native American, green eyed, brown headed siblings. They all welcomed me with a hug as I sat beside two of my brothers, Dalton and James. We had to take about twenty minutes …show more content…
AH!” I immediately ran outside. When I got to the trampoline I was gasping for air my heart racing as if it was in the twelve hours of Sebring. I had went out to what all the commotion was about. Soon after I noticed two dark purple buries on my sisters back and head. I helped pick her up and bring her into the house. As everyone told their story, mom listened and I came back outside. It came up to be, they were all playing on the trampoline. My brother, Jr., pushed my sister, Shiann, into the net of our trampoline and they didn’t know the gate was open. Shiann fell out hit head on the metal bar, then fell onto the ground. I felt so bad, so I ran inside to comfort her as she was crying warm wet tears of pain pouring down her face as if it were raining. I tucked a silver, red, and black plaid heart pillow under her majorly bruised head, handed her Barbie doll with her soft baby blanket she likes to call pinkie, then sang her favorite song in a hushed voice as she sang
“Hey Reagan, how you are doing” said my dad as I gladly walked out of a silver Lincoln navigator with dusty tires from a bumpy white shell rock road. With me being so happy I ran up to him and gave him a hug with warm tears staining my face as I sobbed with joy. I had said a mean goodbye to my mom and walked away as my step mom accompanied me to a midnight blue Kia minivan I’d gotten welcomed by four tan, native American, green eyed, brown headed siblings. They all welcomed me with a hug as I sat beside two of my brothers, Dalton and James. We had to take about twenty minutes …show more content…
AH!” I immediately ran outside. When I got to the trampoline I was gasping for air my heart racing as if it was in the twelve hours of Sebring. I had went out to what all the commotion was about. Soon after I noticed two dark purple buries on my sisters back and head. I helped pick her up and bring her into the house. As everyone told their story, mom listened and I came back outside. It came up to be, they were all playing on the trampoline. My brother, Jr., pushed my sister, Shiann, into the net of our trampoline and they didn’t know the gate was open. Shiann fell out hit head on the metal bar, then fell onto the ground. I felt so bad, so I ran inside to comfort her as she was crying warm wet tears of pain pouring down her face as if it were raining. I tucked a silver, red, and black plaid heart pillow under her majorly bruised head, handed her Barbie doll with her soft baby blanket she likes to call pinkie, then sang her favorite song in a hushed voice as she sang