After that, we decided to meet up at Mooney’s Bay at three o’clock sharp. This was my first winter in Canada and I felt quite nervous about tobogganing. I was in second grade at the time and I was terribly afraid of the possibility of injuring myself. It was a hard decision, but I knew I had to go tobogganing one way or another, so I decided to go with Henry to Mooney’s Bay.
The journey to Mooney’s Bay felt inevitably long as I was anxious throughout the whole trip. We finally arrived at Mooney’s Bay and towed our toboggans up the hill. On my first ride down the hill, I shut my eyes as tightly as possible. I felt wind cutting across my face like a knife as we charged down the hill like horses without reins.
We became exhausted as we raced up and down the tobogganing hill multiple times. We decided to take a break and sit along the outstretched row of benches. “ Let’s do one more ride on the hill and go back home,” I suggested.
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The paramedics applied first aid to my injuries, carried me on a stretcher back to the ambulance and delivered me to the hospital. Doctors examined the injuries and found traces of concussion symptoms. I spent a day in the hospital rustling through my belongings for any source of entertainment. My parents were with me in the hospital initially , but had to go home to take care of my younger sisters, so I spent some of my time feeling lonely in the protracted and dim corridors of the hospital. It felt like the clock had frozen in time as I waited anxiously to get out of the hospital. The food tasted abhorrent as I gulped down the remains of the dry and tasteless omelettes, sandwiches, and hamburgers. Henry felt guilty about injuring me and visited the