A Story That Has Impacted My Life
Throughout my life, I have been told many funny, sad, and crazy family stories. I have also told a few myself. I have shared my crazy, funny, and sad stories with friends, family, and sometimes strangers. I feel as if thought the more a person shares a story the more it shows how much it has impacted their life. A story that i tend to share a lot that has impacted my life in many different way is the story of my dad’s accident. I have heard and told this story so many times from my mom and my grandmas. I will never forget this story.
The story starts on a brisk friday in October. After school that day I went to my mom's craft store and took a class form one of her co-workers. We made a bunch of fun Halloween candy crafts with little kids. As we arrived at home that night we had to park in the driveway instead of the garage because we were painting and remodeling our living room. So our couch and other furniture flood the garage. For dinner that night it was frank and beans my dads favorite. After finishing dinner that night my little sister and i went up to her room and played with polly pockets …show more content…
It was unclear to us what he asked so we continued with our game. But moments later we hear a loud piercing sound of metal scraping and a loud shout of inappropriate foreign words from our dad. Then BANG the sound of the later hitting the brand new hardwood floors covered with cardboard. Something within me tells me i should go check on what's happening and to do it fast. As i leap and bound over the village of polly pocket houses i run out ot the room and out on to the landing. As look down the stairs i see something i wish i could erase from my memory. I see the 20 foot ladder no longer propped against the wall. It now lays flat on the floor and to the left of it closest to the door lay my dad with my mom kneeling at his side
The story starts on a brisk friday in October. After school that day I went to my mom's craft store and took a class form one of her co-workers. We made a bunch of fun Halloween candy crafts with little kids. As we arrived at home that night we had to park in the driveway instead of the garage because we were painting and remodeling our living room. So our couch and other furniture flood the garage. For dinner that night it was frank and beans my dads favorite. After finishing dinner that night my little sister and i went up to her room and played with polly pockets …show more content…
It was unclear to us what he asked so we continued with our game. But moments later we hear a loud piercing sound of metal scraping and a loud shout of inappropriate foreign words from our dad. Then BANG the sound of the later hitting the brand new hardwood floors covered with cardboard. Something within me tells me i should go check on what's happening and to do it fast. As i leap and bound over the village of polly pocket houses i run out ot the room and out on to the landing. As look down the stairs i see something i wish i could erase from my memory. I see the 20 foot ladder no longer propped against the wall. It now lays flat on the floor and to the left of it closest to the door lay my dad with my mom kneeling at his side