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My Autobiographical Incident

This story is about something scary thats happen to me when I was 7 years old at my going away party to okinawa, Japan.

  I was glad to have a party at my grandparents house. There were old but cool, my grandpa were also had a mean side. My grandma  was cool but was cheap, anything whats cool to you she thinks its expensive. And finally my cousin his name is Joshua Frank he was only the age six years old about that time. I’d finally arrived at my grandparents house and I saw their neighbor David he likes playing sports but hes main sport is football just like me. Once I got there I went straight to eating my second favorite dish i call it ” My Grandma Secret Gumbo Dish”.

 I was the second one to get some beause my dad loves his moms secret gumbo dish. My cousin and I went next door to play with david’s playstaion because i like his Tekken games. We were playing but i got bored so I asit that we should play something else. So before i went outside I’d smelled his mother’s sweet potato pie just freh out of the oven ready to be eaten.

 When david,josh and I were outside we had nothing to do but josh said “We should play tag” so we went doing my cousins adviced and we did and the base was being on my grandpas truck. and so I was on base but till david was pulling my left leg. I’d let go and I hit the trucks tail pipe because david was pulling me with such force it happened fast. I looked down and i so my left leg was puking out blood. I screamed for a long time, the first one to come outside was my grandpa, he took me to the hospital the hospital was a fulled with patients all the time but thats the only one closed to my grandparents house. So everyone except david  rushed to the emergency room and the nurse told my family i needed a couple stiches.

 After a long wait they called my name the a room.The room was fulled with scissors and needles and I still did’nt know what stiches was.Three doctors went into the room they told me to lay down and stay calm. One of them held my left leg and other two was stiching my leg, i was crying my mom was crying and my dad told to keep couting 1-100 to waste time. After a few hours of cying I looked up and saw eighteen stiches on my left leg. My mom’s mom put me in the car. And I never saw David again.

 And what I’ve learned do’nt be afraid of someone thats going to help such as a doctor because I did’nt like hositals and I still do’nt.

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