childhood narative
Emmanuel Avila
9/14/14
Per. 2
Childhood Narrative
It was a cold winter day in New Mexico 2008. It was snowing and I can feel the snow getting into my shoes and melting. It made my feet a wrinkly after I took my shoes off. We were visiting a family friend and they had a big back yard. While everyone was inside I went to the backyard to play. Then I met this kid…
I forgot his name but, lets just call him devil child. I don’t what in God’s name was wrong with this child but he had the worst attitude, and temper.
I don’t remember what I did to devil kid but he was mad hell. I was sitting on a old dog house that looked like it was going to break any moment. It smelled like crap and it gave me a splinter when I touched it. But I still sat on it. Back to the devil child he was mad as hell. He got so mad until the point when he threw the closest thing he could find at me. At first I thought it was a stick but while it was in the air, coming at me that’s when I realized it wasn’t a stick. It was a full-length fixed blade knife. I can still remember that knife like the back of my hand. It had a polished wooden handle with a stainless steel, razor sharp, blade.
It struck me on my bottom left lip. The blade sliced my lip leaving it hanging. I fell off the doghouse but it felt like falling of a cliff. I landed hard on the soft white snow.
My mum took me to the hospital where I got six stiches on my lip. I fucking hate that kid still to this day
9/14/14
Per. 2
Childhood Narrative
It was a cold winter day in New Mexico 2008. It was snowing and I can feel the snow getting into my shoes and melting. It made my feet a wrinkly after I took my shoes off. We were visiting a family friend and they had a big back yard. While everyone was inside I went to the backyard to play. Then I met this kid…
I forgot his name but, lets just call him devil child. I don’t what in God’s name was wrong with this child but he had the worst attitude, and temper.
I don’t remember what I did to devil kid but he was mad hell. I was sitting on a old dog house that looked like it was going to break any moment. It smelled like crap and it gave me a splinter when I touched it. But I still sat on it. Back to the devil child he was mad as hell. He got so mad until the point when he threw the closest thing he could find at me. At first I thought it was a stick but while it was in the air, coming at me that’s when I realized it wasn’t a stick. It was a full-length fixed blade knife. I can still remember that knife like the back of my hand. It had a polished wooden handle with a stainless steel, razor sharp, blade.
It struck me on my bottom left lip. The blade sliced my lip leaving it hanging. I fell off the doghouse but it felt like falling of a cliff. I landed hard on the soft white snow.
My mum took me to the hospital where I got six stiches on my lip. I fucking hate that kid still to this day