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 Revised Non-fiction Piece Savannah Niolon #39 Ms. Roberts-Long Language Arts-4th period 10 September 2011 The Crash “Honey, I think you should have a little bit of bonding time with your father this weekend,” said my mother. “No, I don’t!” I yelled. Well, the next thing I knew, I was driving down the long journey to Junction City, Texas, with my dad. Once we arrived at the campground, I jumped out of the jeep and started unpacking our camp gear while my dad was setting up our blue tent that smelled of mildew. As I looked around the whole campground I could not see anything. There was one nasty toilet in a little outhouse hanging over a huge ditch. I saw a few camps set up and I saw some bicycle trails, so my dad suggested that we should go ride our bikes. We trudged up hills and cruised our way back down and eventually, we were exhausted. We headed back to our camp and dozed off in our tent with the smell of rain in the air and sometime in the night, it began to rain. We woke up bright and early, had some breakfast, and hit some more trails. On one of the trails, we found a huge dirt hill! As we approached the hill I got excited and dashed down the hill as fast as I could. Once we were on the other side, my dad asked me if I wanted to do it again. I thought about it for a moment and decided that yes, I did want to do it again. I lead the way and on my down I realized I was going a bit too fast, so I hit my brakes slightly. The next thing I knew, I had lost control of my bike, and I was tumbling down the hill! I face planted into the ground, which gave me a nice bloody, grassy, muddy facial, and as I tumbled down the hill, I could see from the corner of my eye that the people who were fishing, were running towards me. I immediately called for my dad and he came down the hill on his bike. Right when he got there I asked if I was going to be okay and he assured me that, yes, I would be okay. Next, he asked me if anything hurt and it was right then and there that I started to feel all of the pain. I started to name all of the places that hurt, like my knee, ankle, face, wrist, and he had asked me to move my wrist and I couldn’t because it had hurt too much. I stood up and realized there was blood coming out my nose and mouth because I busted my nose and I had knocked out a molar. My dad tried to give me some water but I wasn’t up to drinking anything. I walked in pain as my dad rolled our two bikes back to camp. Once we were at the camp, my dad started to pack. He packed up everything as I lay down on the green blow up mattress hoping that all of the pain would soon subside. At first, I had refused to take any medicine but I eventually gave in and took the little white tablets that my dad had given me. As I was trying to take the ibuprofen, I realized my face was numb. I found this out when I was trying to drink and the water just dripped down my shirt. After the hour of packing, we piled back into the jeep and started the long three hour drive back to my house. On the way there I found that I was extremely exhausted from all of the days’ troubles. I quickly began to fall asleep, but it was very miserable because my head was bobbing around, I was trying not to move my wrist, my face was numb, and I had grass, dirt, and dry blood plastered on my face. Also, it was chilly outside, it was raining, and on top of that, my dad’s jeep didn’t have a top on it. We stopped at a gas station and my dad asked me how bad my wrist hurt. I immediately replied and said that it didn’t hurt, but that meant it was broken. When we arrived at home, my mom got really worried, but we assured her that everything would be alright. Then, four hours later, we went to the hospital and as soon as we walked into the hospital, the nurses took me in. They cleaned up my face and x-rayed my wrist. We found that my left wrist was broke in two different places and they wrapped it up. Eventually, I had surgery on my wrist and let the dentist check out the place where I had knocked out that tooth. Thankfully, it was okay because it was just a baby molar. For the next few weeks, I wore my lime green cast that all my friends had signed and I wore a navy blue sling. I also had scratches all over my face and everyone would laugh at me because I couldn’t smile all of the way. This incident was a life changing experience for me, because now I am very cautious about going down hills on my bicycle and because of this I will always remember the Easter of 2009. Article posted October 23, 2011 at 11:00 PM • comment • Reads 185 • see all articles |
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