Personal Narrative-Finding Nemo
I clapped repeatedly until my hands had swollen up. The movie Finding Nemo had just ended, and at the young age of 7, I was awed by the childish movie. Full of excitement, I held my mother’s hand as we walked outside the movie theater. She told me to calm down and tried to brush off the leftover popcorn on my shirt, but I let go of her hand and ran outside. I skipped to the backseat of our car, and my mother started the engine. I watched houses flash by as I thought about the wonderful movie I had just watched. My mom told me, “Buckle up Jay!” Irritated by my mom’s nagging, I mumbled nonsense between my teeth, and slowly buckled up my seatbelt. Then, I took out my earphones to enjoy my favorite music. My mother was trying to drive into the parking lot when all of sudden, a motorcycle suddenly came towards us. The man on the motorcycle was driving at a speed of approximately 40 miles per hour, and he was going so fast that he couldn’t control anything. My mom tried her best to change the direction of the car, but she wasn’t fast enough, causing the two vehicles to crash into each other. As soon as our car slammed into the motorcycle, the man’s body went flying into the air, and the motorcycle was knocked down to the ground. The man with dark brown eyes and a mustache deeply injured
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I saw people in white clothes swiftly coming out of the ambulance and checking on the man’s wound. They first stopped the blood from flowing with a piece of cloth and brought him inside the ambulance. The doctor discussed with my mom about the incident, but I couldn’t hear their conversation clearly because the car window muffled their serious conversation. I expected them to talk about how we were going to be responsible for the man’s permanent damage to his legs. However, after the incident, my mom told me that we didn't have to pay for that man’s injuries, and that he was going to be fine. I was relieved but my body was still
I saw people in white clothes swiftly coming out of the ambulance and checking on the man’s wound. They first stopped the blood from flowing with a piece of cloth and brought him inside the ambulance. The doctor discussed with my mom about the incident, but I couldn’t hear their conversation clearly because the car window muffled their serious conversation. I expected them to talk about how we were going to be responsible for the man’s permanent damage to his legs. However, after the incident, my mom told me that we didn't have to pay for that man’s injuries, and that he was going to be fine. I was relieved but my body was still