Personal Narrative: Vignette
Vignette #1
One minute I was laughing having a great time with my best friend, and the next the two of us were staring at each other; fear in our eyes, tears running down our checks.
Emily and were best friends (We still are!). Our friendship was incredible (don’t get me wrong though, we still fought and shared bad memories). Right after Emily turned seven our parents started us on the same year-round swim club. The club swam out of Sterling Heights High School on some nights and Warren Mott High School on others. Since practice was so far away from our homes, we would eat dinner before practice. However, every night on the way home from practice we would have a snack. There were many places to stop on our drive back to Grosse …show more content…
It was the same day as the last day of school for eighth grade. My softball team, the U14 Golden Angles Gold, was going to playing the U14 Golden Angles Blue team. I knew all of the girls on that team. Two of girls were my age, but played on the older team because of their birthdays, played on our team when the girls on their team played for their high schools. Their team was far better, and had more people.
I was playing one my best games; as first basemen I made many plays and most of the balls I hit went into the outfield. I was on second base so when the catcher dropped the ball I started to run to third, but my coach told me to stop. It was too late and I thought I could make it (I listened to my coach). With the third basemen in my way I stuck my leg and slide. It was a terrible slide; my foot got caught under me and as I hit the ground a series of pops and tars came from my left ankle. Somehow I got up and wobbled over to the bench (I don’t remember any of this, I think I blacked out). As, I was doing that my coach told me that it was his fault and not to worry, and as I limped over home plate, the catcher (who I didn’t really know so well) stopped me and asked if I was
One minute I was laughing having a great time with my best friend, and the next the two of us were staring at each other; fear in our eyes, tears running down our checks.
Emily and were best friends (We still are!). Our friendship was incredible (don’t get me wrong though, we still fought and shared bad memories). Right after Emily turned seven our parents started us on the same year-round swim club. The club swam out of Sterling Heights High School on some nights and Warren Mott High School on others. Since practice was so far away from our homes, we would eat dinner before practice. However, every night on the way home from practice we would have a snack. There were many places to stop on our drive back to Grosse …show more content…
It was the same day as the last day of school for eighth grade. My softball team, the U14 Golden Angles Gold, was going to playing the U14 Golden Angles Blue team. I knew all of the girls on that team. Two of girls were my age, but played on the older team because of their birthdays, played on our team when the girls on their team played for their high schools. Their team was far better, and had more people.
I was playing one my best games; as first basemen I made many plays and most of the balls I hit went into the outfield. I was on second base so when the catcher dropped the ball I started to run to third, but my coach told me to stop. It was too late and I thought I could make it (I listened to my coach). With the third basemen in my way I stuck my leg and slide. It was a terrible slide; my foot got caught under me and as I hit the ground a series of pops and tars came from my left ankle. Somehow I got up and wobbled over to the bench (I don’t remember any of this, I think I blacked out). As, I was doing that my coach told me that it was his fault and not to worry, and as I limped over home plate, the catcher (who I didn’t really know so well) stopped me and asked if I was