Personal Narrative Essay: The Joy Of The Golf Club
I was a 10 year old sports junky and I would later realize, I wish I wasn’t. Even though it was raining cats and dogs, I decided to go blow off some steam and hit a few golf balls. The sopping grass, The rain pouring, and the slight fog didn’t stop me. I placed the golf ball on the tee and held the club’s old, worn out grip. I attempted to smack it so hard I missed completely, and pounded the ground with the face of my club and created a huge divot. I continued struggling, until finally I gave it a rest. Because I was sucking, I then stood and watched the sun start to emerge over the clouds, I peered up and noticed a rainbow. A light drizzle continued and I carried on minding my own business. Now that it was a nicer out, it made me cool down a
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Her ambition to swing caused me to be in the way of her backswing. She swung right away giving me no time to move. She did what I told her and swung her arms back. Before she could swing them forward, the thump of my forehead didn’t allow her to carry on her swing any further. I immediately went into a daze and was ready to fall down. She realized I was going to fall and she turned around instantly and held me up right. She was crying hysterically, she felt horrible for me. For the next couple minutes I could only feel the droplets of blood dripping from my forehead onto the rest of my body and taste the blood leaking down into my mouth. I kept my eyes closed so it wouldn’t get into my eyes, therefore my sister directed me into the house where my parents were. I bleed all down my face and onto the stairs leading into my house, but the blood on the stairs was quickly washed away from the rapidly falling rain as it went from a drizzle to a pour again. It felt like I lost a gallon of blood, I felt as light as a feather. I looked in the mirror and the opening in my head wasn’t big, but was definitely frightening to my 10 year old
Her ambition to swing caused me to be in the way of her backswing. She swung right away giving me no time to move. She did what I told her and swung her arms back. Before she could swing them forward, the thump of my forehead didn’t allow her to carry on her swing any further. I immediately went into a daze and was ready to fall down. She realized I was going to fall and she turned around instantly and held me up right. She was crying hysterically, she felt horrible for me. For the next couple minutes I could only feel the droplets of blood dripping from my forehead onto the rest of my body and taste the blood leaking down into my mouth. I kept my eyes closed so it wouldn’t get into my eyes, therefore my sister directed me into the house where my parents were. I bleed all down my face and onto the stairs leading into my house, but the blood on the stairs was quickly washed away from the rapidly falling rain as it went from a drizzle to a pour again. It felt like I lost a gallon of blood, I felt as light as a feather. I looked in the mirror and the opening in my head wasn’t big, but was definitely frightening to my 10 year old