Personal Narrative Essay On Ice And Ice

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February of 2012, five years ago on a charming sunny day. It was a normal day in the Postma household, my parents decided to go experience skating, after my father came home from work. As he pulled in the driveway my brothers loaded up the skates, and we were off for the enjoyment of the afternoon skating. My father decided to go skating at a hockey arena close to my grandparent's old house, God knew what he was doing when my dad chose to go to that spot because, little did we know my dad was going to get terribly hurt.

When we arrived, our excitement levels were though the rough. The skates were on and we were off. As we were skating dad was trying to learn how to do the hockey stop. Just before we were leaving dad was
My stomach dropped when I saw him lying on the ice helpless and weak, because daddy is always the one helping us up when we fall. The staff at the arena came and called for the ambiance, as well as helping him to the bench to get his skates off. My mother seemed so calm, but I know inside she was frequenting out. Thankfully, my grandparent’s old house was two minutes away, so my grandpa came and got us kids so my mother could stay with my dad.

He was taken to the hospital in an ambulance, my mom had to drive behind the ambulance because, she wasn’t allowed to ride with him. When he was in the hospital he couldn’t even remember what he was doing there. Moreover, the doctors found out he had a terrible concussion as well as a broken arm. Concussions are a type of traumatic brain injury, some have even died from them, and we were so grateful everything was kind of ok.

When dad was able to come home from the hospital for the first time, looking at him was kind of nerve racking because, he had a big blue cast on his arm and a black eye, but what was the worst was the concussion and we couldn’t see it. Our household had to try to be quiet for a long

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