Personal Narrative-Hocking Hills

Hocking Hills

It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange. It had a nice aroma, soothing my nose, almost as if the wood was chopped down and assembled into a cabin just before we came in. We came with a big group of different families, and the connection that everyone had was easily noticed. Some of the families had older children and some families had younger. Happily, no matter the age we all still got along as if we were all the same age. We had already been camping for two days, during these two days all the families stayed together. We went hiking, played different sports and games,

They ran to the cabins, they came out of the cabins with supplies. They were looking at my foot trying to find any left over glass that could still be in my foot. They ended up finding a white object hanging out of my foot. They did not know what the object was, they decided that I should go to the emergency room. They were done wrapping my foot, my parents took me to the emergency room. The ride to the emergency room was calm and boring, I just sat there anticipating how bad it was, hoping it would not be too bad. We finally got to the emergency room, the ride felt like forever. Rapidly, we entered the building, the doctors took me back to the room, and he laid me on a bed. The doctor came into the room and saw a bloody hole in my foot, as he stayed calm, he checked the deep cut. He found that one tendon was torn, which is a good thing, there could have been more torn tendons and muscles. I was sitting in the room for a couple hours as the doctors decided what to do to me. They decided to wrap my foot, they gave me crutches, and sent me home. They also sent me home to go to a local