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Personal Narrative: Temple Run

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“Ouch!” I shouted as I slammed onto the tiled kitchen floor. “Are you okay?” my mom asked as she rushed into the kitchen. “Yea, I’m okay.” I said squeezing my side. “You are too clumsy, and you climb too much,” my mom stated. I didn’t talk back because I knew for a fact that I was clumsy and I did climb too much. Most of my family calls me crazy, but I consider myself as “adventurous. They always said that I climbed too much and that I would get seriously injured one day. This happens quite a bit. I guess loving to climb and being super clumsy, maybe the clumsiest person on the face of Earth, isn’t the best combination, but it sets me apart from others, and that is important. I pulled myself up and slowly dragged myself to the dinner …show more content…

Sometimes I became a bit annoyed by them, but I tolerated them.
She continued, “She was so adventurous. One time…” I stopped listening to what my mom had to say and started thinking about the time I “played” Temple Run 2.
It was one of my worst injuries. I was biking on a trail near my house with my mom and sister. We came across this tire swing that was above an eight foot …show more content…

“It’s too dangerous, honey,” my mom replied, reluctant to let us swing.
Boey kept whining, “Please, nothing can go wrong.”
After a bit of whining, my mom reluctantly agreed to let us try.
Being the “craziest” one, I decided to go first. I brought myself onto the swing and swung back and forth. Some hair flew into my mouth, and I decided to free one hand and pull the hair out. Worst decision ever! I fell off the swing and banged my head on a tree root. I felt weak, sleepy almost. My eye was swelling up, my face was bleeding, my ears were ringing and I had this pain in my abdomen. Worst of all, I could not get any words to come out of my mouth.
My mom slid down the ditch to aid me. “ Christina! Are you ok?” She cried out.
All I could manage to do was moan. My vision was blurred, all I could make out was a blurred figure dabbing my face with a strong scented ointment. My vision slightly darkened. I had no idea what was happening.
When I woke up, I was still in the ditch, I was still in pain but my vision became clearer. My mom was sitting next to me bawling her eyes out. I could see, but I could not move. I could hear, but I could not speak. Pain was rushing through my

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