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Personal Narrative: Take Out The Dog

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One day my mom told me to take out the dog. I was in a hurry because I was playing NBA 2K15 and wanted to get back into the house and finish the game. As I ran out there everything was going fine and Sugar was going to the bathroom. Once she had finished I decided it would be a good idea to sprint back into the house when the ground was completely covered in ice. As I turned a corner I slipped and instantly started to be in miserable pain. It took me about five minutes to figure out where I was at. I realized I was in my moms car and we were on the way to the emergency room. Once we had arrived into the emergency room we were taken straight to the x ray machine. This all happened about around dinner time and we got home around midnight and

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