Personal Narrative: The Scar On My Right Cheek

The Scar On My Right Cheek Have you ever thought of something that you regret doing because you were really young and didn't know any better? At age three I was bit by a dog on my right cheek. It was a warm but cloudy day and me and my father were outside while my mother was out at work. While he was working i was doing what normal three year olds do. My neighborhood was quiet and had lots of trees hanging over people’s fences in their yards. Our backyard was huge to me since I was small. It had a swing set and my dads shop for his woodwork. My dad was in his shop where I could not go in because he had a lot of power tools and sharp things in there and didn't want me getting hurt. While my dad was inside his shop staining his work and I was running around with the dog until my eye caught something shiny on the …show more content…
Are you okay? Did the dog get you” he raised his voice in eeriness and picked me up to go inside the house and to go and call my mom. I could tell that he didn't want to tell my mom what happened because he knew he would get his butt chewed when she came home. I remember having a rag on my face sniffling and asking my dad if i was going to have to go to the hospital and he kept saying i was going to be okay and that we’ll have to see when my mom got home. I sat on the washer crying in pain when my mom got home because she was putting the alcohol on my cheek clearing all of the bacteria and blood away to see how bad the cut was. She told me I didn't need any stitches and that I was going to be okay.
There were three lessons learned that day for me, my mother and my father. I learned to obey my dads rules and to not play around with sharp tools that can hurt someone and to also not poke the dog with tools. The other lesson was for my dad and he learned that to keep his tools in higher places and to not leave them lying around. The last lesson that was learned was my mom to not leave me with my dad when she has to go to