Personal Narrative: The Atlanta Thrashers
On a sunny Saturday morning when I was 5 years old, my sister and I were playing a game where we would push ourselves off of our bed like it was a slide. Our room was a pigsty; it looked as if a tornado had passed through. The mess from our closet met up with the end of our bed. I had just slid down the bed feet first into the mess when it happened.
I felt a sharp jab, a pain in the heel of my foot and looked down at it. Protruding from my foot was a pin sporting the headshot of the current goalkeeper of the Atlanta Thrashers. My sister, Melanie, noticed and started to freak out. She screamed and called for my dad in the living room. I was strangely calm about the whole thing, and just stared at the pin in my foot. The sharp end of the pin
I felt a sharp jab, a pain in the heel of my foot and looked down at it. Protruding from my foot was a pin sporting the headshot of the current goalkeeper of the Atlanta Thrashers. My sister, Melanie, noticed and started to freak out. She screamed and called for my dad in the living room. I was strangely calm about the whole thing, and just stared at the pin in my foot. The sharp end of the pin