Personal Narrative

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The ground was blanketed with snow, there was a faint growl, I started running as fast as I could, if it weren’t for that chain I would either be in the hospital or dead. As I stood in the snow, I could feel the warm blood dripping down my leg and a sharp pain in my head as if someone had just hit me with a hammer. For a ten-year-old who was enjoying his summer road trip to Kansas with his Guardian, Uncle Steve, everything during this moment would stay drilled into my memory forever. From here on out I would forever remain cautious and be more aware of what animals were around me.
My summer was going great because every year between late June and early July me and Uncle Steve, go on a two and a half week road trip from Hemet, California to …show more content…

By his name and what kind of dog he was I should have known something bad was bound to happen. I as they walked up to him, I stayed back. They kept saying “He is a good dog,” “He’ll love you,” “Watch, see nothing’s happening when I pet him.” So I decided to walk forward. After each step I could feel more heart beating faster and faster. Finally I was standing in front of Bully, he was looking at me. I dug up the courage to stick out my hand and pet him on the head. But as I stuck out my hand I heard a faint growl and then a bark. At that moment I know my only choice was to run away as fast as I could. As I was running I could hear the barking and the chain he was tied to ringing like bells behind me. I felt his head hit me in between my knees. I ran to edge of this 2 foot cliff where I then slipped on ice and hit my head. But with the adrenaline still pumping through me I didn’t feel anything and I just kept running. Once I got to the side of the house where I was sure the dog couldn’t get to me I stopped and stood in the snow. Then I started to feel the pain and blood running down my leg. I looked down and saw the large stream of blood on my jeans and the blood pooling around my feet in the snow. I then started balling. I ran inside to my mom and told her what happened and that I could hardly stand on my left leg. We then looked at my leg and I could see three punctures in the front of my thigh and the blood rushing out of them. I then begin to feel sick to my stomach, so my mom bandage my leg, gave me some water, and Ibuprofen. My mom then went to go talk to the kids about what happened. She then told my grandma and grandpa, and my grandpa demanded that my brother put the dog down or he would. THat was when I learned that it wasn’t the first time that dog bit someone. I watched t.v. tell Uncle Steve picked me up. Once I got in the car I started crying again and

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