Personal Narrative Essay: Field Day

As Theo Rossi once said, “Scars so toughness: that you’ve been through it, and you’re still standing.” I don’t have too many scars myself but there is this one that will forever be an interesting story to share. Notably I usually avoid situations that lead to dangerous outcomes but this was completely blinding to the fact. Plus it was the last day of my 8th grade year and it was Field Day so it was only fair for me to act according to the occasion. But in this moment I was chilling with my female friends out on the football field until some boys approached us. They gave us a harangue about how they could easily demolish us in a game of tug-of-war, of course we were in disagreement so they challenged. And with us being girl and them annoying, we accepted. With intentions on actually winning, the girls team somehow came
We were doing just as well as the boys for about two strong minute. That didn’t mean it wasn’t an arduous situation for the girls. We were struggling big time. Random people volunteeringly jumped on our side but we couldn’t hold for too long. Girls started flying everywhere, and I found myself laying face first in the dirt. I girl in front of me fell backwards laying on top of my leg with the rope still between us. It was so rough, I remember feeling it rub back and forth vehemently against my skin from the way everyone was pulling it. Boy it was so painful, and everyone was continue to play as if I wasn’t laying there being tortured. Eventually the girls completely folded and the boys pulled far enough to win. The agony was finally over for me. When I checked, it was huge, I was small then so it basically wrapped around my leg. It was pink with small segments of white coloration. I rushed to the nurses office to get it cleaned and patched up, it hurt so bad. After that it got infected a few times but I survived, and today it’s so much smaller and not as repellent as it used to