1.08 Personal Narrative

It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us. At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape. At first the memories of this day were fuzzy. For years the only memories I

Just like in the ambulance there were people all around me. I felt a stabbing pain in my hand and jerk it away. The pricks seem to just keep coming. My instincts were to jerk away each time. I got to the point where I was kicking and screaming. All I wanted was for the pricks to stop. Finally that inescapable darkness feeling overtook me. This time I welcomed it like a warm blanket that would keep me safe from all the pain. As I lay there in the hospital bed inert and mute, my mom stayed by my side. My grandma had to pry her hands from the side of my bed just to get her to go check on Kaden. Kaden ended up coming out with not even a mark on him and was safe in the waiting room with other family members who had arrived. My dad also came out okay physically, but was emotionally damaged. Eventually the doctor came out to talk to my mom. He explained to my mom that I had a contusion behind my eye, my skull had a hairline fracture, and my brain was swelling. Upon hearing this news my mom fell to the floor crying. To even make it worse the doctor told my mom there was nothing they could do and I would have to be airlifted to the children’s hospital in Grand