Saturday, February 2, 2019
A Painful Lesson in Staying Calm :: Personal Narrative Writing
A Painful Lesson in Staying CalmOh boy, was I ever furious I was cursing up a storm Damn glob Where the hell did it think it was sacking? Who the hell ever let me learn how to play? They obviously were oneness damn stupid bastard to think I could ever golf I briskly stormed away from the tee-box, enraged that my ball was entirely verboten of control as it had flown by means of the air a few proceedings earlier. Just go damnit Hit your fricken ball I sounded like a small pathetic child yelling at her mother because she had non gotten her way in an argument as I screamed angrily at my brother who was now standing on the tee-box ready to send his ball to the ends of the earth.As I turned around to begin the journey towards my unhopeful cerebrovascular accident, disregarding the obvious mistake I was making, it hit me. The pressure from the sharp unexpected impact on the tip of my left elbow shot through my entire body quickly and painfully. The pain shot from my el bow, through my arm, down through my legs, then back up to my other arm, and in the long run to my head. The pain was strong and sharp. It felt as though I had locomote on an electric cattle fence, and it had given me one strong galvanic shock that overtook my whole body with pain for a split second. In that split second I saw the world a petty differently. I felt as though I had been shot. My beware paused and took a photograph of the view in front of me. I was only sit downisfactory to take one quick vivid photograph in my mind though because it all happened so quickly. The shimmering kB grass was blinding my eyeball as the strong rays of sunlight beamed down upon the fairway. There was a secondary gully about fifteen feet from me where there was tall grass that looked like pieces of green and brown string sticking out of the ground. A little musical composition of grass was missing by the gully to reveal a small bubbling creek that flowed rapidly. There was no wind to blow the strings, so they sat there motionless. I saw the bright green leaves of the trees that were almost completely surrounding me.
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