Personal Narrative: My First Grade My Teacher

In first grade my teacher was Mrs.Armstrong, she would give us candy when we were good or did good deeds. She is a very kind, loving person. I would always get sent to the corner for talking too much. But then again it wasn't my fault she put me next to my best friends I just chose to seize the opportunity. All my friends and I would go and run laps at recess to burn off some of the energy we had from bottling it up in class. We all enjoyed running, especially when we would get a little foot for each five laps we did. Eventually I filled up my chain with little foots and got a big foot with my name on it and hung it outside the classroom. When we were little we thought that the little, things were the coolest, for example a water bottle that we got for filling up the chain.
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Ash was my third grade teacher, she was probably my favorite teacher. She wouldn't mind us talking when she was done teaching, she was a very relaxed teacher. That class was the first class I had on the portable, we thought that we were so cool for being outside.
I ended up breaking my leg in that grade. I went sledding in Sun Valley at my grandma's house, we thought that we weren't going fast enough so we got the black demand as we called it, and my dad gave me a shove down the hill. After clinching the sled I hit a bump and flipped and flopped all over, I hit a rock on my leg, which we think was the deal breaker for my leg. I was hollering and screaming so my grandpa and dad came staggering down the hill trying not to fall. My dad carried me to the car and we drove off to the hospital. I got my gown on and they took X Rays on me. When they came back they said that it wasn't broken, so we went home and I was still crying because every little move was like sticking a knife in you leg. I had it elevated and iced for about two hours when the hospital called and said that we need to go back there. When we arrived there he said that I definitely had broken it.
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