Post 11: A Personal Narrative

                    I can recall almost scene by scene that day. I couldn't have been any older than five or six, so this occurred roughly fifteen years ago, but still I remember it as vividly as it happened. As a kid, you normally do whatever your older family members tell you to do, probably to gain some sort of "acceptance" from them. Let's face it; they were "cool". My uncle took my older cousin and I to the playground after school, and everything was normal. This was until, of course, my older cousin convinced me to go up the largest slide in the playground, backwards. Meaning, I was to climb the actual decline and step down the ladder that brought you to the top.
                    Safe to say, this did not turn out very well. When I triumphantly climbed to the top and jested to my older cousin below me, I neglected to notice the steps underneath me, and I slipped off the apex of the slide, landing hard on my back. In retrospect, I could have caused a lot more damage than I did, but I only dislocated my left thumb. Strange how someone's impact on you can cause you to make stupid mistakes.