The Fence-Personal Narrative

I sighed as I looked up to see the 12 foot tall wooden fence, I still didn't have the courage to go through with it. It was a scorching, hot day in Ethiopia, and another day has passed since I had concocted my plan to escape. My house was ringed by a huge 10 foot wall all made of steel except a little chuck by the back. My plan was simple, climb over the wall so I could play outside, but not while my parents were around .

On the fourth day I was ready to climb up the wall. After my mother left for work and my father was asleep. I put my plan into action. I started climbing, I was making sure each foot landed on a sturdy piece of wood. My 6-year-old body was easy to manipulate and control as I climbed. When I looked down to see how far I had gotten. I was greeted by at least 6 feet of air, I giggled in delight, and began to think about what I would do when I got across, thinking not of what I was doing,geting cockyer . I was about to put my foot on the last piece of wood. But due to my over growing arrogance, I forgot to check if it could hold my weight. As I put the weight of my whole body on one piece of wood, it snapped and I fell. As soon as I hit the ground I stood up right hoping to God that no one saw that. …show more content…
As I started walking to the house, I began to cry dissatisfied in my loss agents the wall. “Dad!” I wailed. He came into the room and stared in a terrified expression at my wrist. He walked closer and lifted my wrist there was a cut straight across it. I screamed. My dad picked me up, and with a solemn frown, picked me up and ran towards the car, he put me in the front right seat and drove as fast as his Chevrolet Malibu could take him. When we reached the hospital, I felt as if I was rushing through the emergency room. I was trusted up onto a stretcher and sedated before I even got into the operating