At the beginning of the trip, we went to a snowy mountain. It was so awesome there, even though it was so cold (my lips became numb there). We went hiking, and then we went to a cabin where they served us hot chocolate and a small snack. After that we went to the hotel we were going to sleep in. We  also watched a movie before we slept. I also tried to hide some junk food, but the teachers caught me. That was so unfair, because they ate them. Hmfh!   

Inspired by a poem written by William Carlos Williams

An Assisted Personal Narrative Written by Mohamed © October 2011

“Ooga,” my baby brother said. It was the summer holidays. I was Spider Walking on the door frame in our mountain house in Bshamoun. It’s a move that will make you climb up on a door frame or 2 walls by using both hands and feet. My little brother thought it was so cool that he started copying me. He did it, while I started finishing my Lego masterpiece. “Don,” my baby brother said. It meant something like “I want to try Lego.” “NO!” I screamed at him. Suddenly, my baby brother charged like a bull, his face boiling red, into my Lego masterpiece, and CRASH!      

As my Lego masterpiece was destroyed, I was mad, and because I was mad, I went in the sitting room to jump from the chair to the floor. My dad was already there. “Don’t do it Mohamed, it is dangerous. You’ll break a bone, ’’my dad said. “No I won’t,” I replied. “I said get down!” he shouted. “No-, “and before I finished my sentence, KABOOM!

My wrist snapped, and it felt like a dagger was going through my hand. I hit the floor with a big crash.”OOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW” I screamed bloody murder. I looked at my hand, it was all crooked.

My mom came because of my screaming and started crying her head off. My brother had no idea of what just happened. My dad drove me to the hospital, where they put my hand in a cast. It took 24 days to heal and I had to eat with my left hand. That day I learned to always listen to my parents, no matter what.