Do Not Play Hide And Go Seek Analysis

Do Not Play Hide & Go Seek
I was involved in a freak accident during a two-person game of hide & go seek. In the middle of my third-grade year at William Southern Elementary School, my parents told me and my siblings that we were moving to the Fort Osage School District. We were delighted to move because we hated the Independence School District. Fast forward to the summer after third grade, I signed up for summer school. I made it through the first week just fine, but it was the weekend that was a disaster. The accident that would happen to me this weekend would bring my happy, carefree, 9-year-old life to an overwhelmingly abrupt stop.
That weekend, my mom was having a jewelry party, so, of course, the children were sent outside to play while the

“I don’t mind,” Beth said, picking me up, carrying me through the house, and plopping me down in the back of my mom’s minivan.
“You want a Twix bar?” Beth asked, pulling one out of her pocket. I snatched the Twix bar out of her hand.
“Who wouldn’t want a Twix bar?” I said with utter sarcasm.
“Ready to go?” my mom asked.
“Yup,” I replied. We said our goodbyes and we were on our way to the ER.
We made it to the ER, and we somehow got a room right away. The doctor came in with two nurses, and he told me what was gonna happen. Before he put the stitches in he had to clean out the wound and make sure that it did not go all the way through my eyelid. Turns out it did not go all the way through, and, before I knew it, he had already put the first stitch in. We were done in five minutes. Afterwards, the doctor let me shoot him with water with the syringe he used to clean out my wound.
There were a few lessons learned that day. I need to be more careful. Nora needs to be more spatially aware. Something else that is interesting is: I have not played a single game of hide & go seek ever since this