Personal Narrative: The Cause Of Racism
I should have never entered that race; however if I would have won the race I would have won $50,000.
I know my life is worth more than $50,000. What was I thinking? Clearly I wasn’t.
I hope my sled is not destroyed, because when, I get out of this hospital bed, I want to go back, no I will go back to rocketsledding. I already miss the thrill of speeding down the mountain, and feeling the wind pushing my sled around. What an adrenalin rush it gave me.
I remember the day that I started rocketsledding I was 18 years old my dad brought me to a hill near our house. The hill was small, but I was scared. At first I went down the hill on a normal sled a couple of times, so my dad could teach me on a normal sled how to control a rocket sled. Then, my dad, former rocketsledding champion let me try his rocketsled. At first I was scared, then my dad showed me a few instructions on how to stop, and steer. The hill was about 10 meters long with 50 meters of run off space. After my first attempted I loved rocketsledding, so from that day forward my dad signed me up for lessons. By the time I was 25, I won 2 world championships. …show more content…
After that incident, I promised my mom that I was going to stop rocketsledding, and that I would pull out of this race.
Where is the doctor? Will I die here?
Why did I enter the race? I might die
Why can’t I remember the accident? I guess I hit my head in the accident, and I blanked out.
I hope I didn’t cause brain damage.
I hope I did not injure or kill one of my rivals! I do not want to be responsible for the death of someone.
What I am going to tell mom, I swore my life that I would quit and pull out of this
I know my life is worth more than $50,000. What was I thinking? Clearly I wasn’t.
I hope my sled is not destroyed, because when, I get out of this hospital bed, I want to go back, no I will go back to rocketsledding. I already miss the thrill of speeding down the mountain, and feeling the wind pushing my sled around. What an adrenalin rush it gave me.
I remember the day that I started rocketsledding I was 18 years old my dad brought me to a hill near our house. The hill was small, but I was scared. At first I went down the hill on a normal sled a couple of times, so my dad could teach me on a normal sled how to control a rocket sled. Then, my dad, former rocketsledding champion let me try his rocketsled. At first I was scared, then my dad showed me a few instructions on how to stop, and steer. The hill was about 10 meters long with 50 meters of run off space. After my first attempted I loved rocketsledding, so from that day forward my dad signed me up for lessons. By the time I was 25, I won 2 world championships. …show more content…
After that incident, I promised my mom that I was going to stop rocketsledding, and that I would pull out of this race.
Where is the doctor? Will I die here?
Why did I enter the race? I might die
Why can’t I remember the accident? I guess I hit my head in the accident, and I blanked out.
I hope I didn’t cause brain damage.
I hope I did not injure or kill one of my rivals! I do not want to be responsible for the death of someone.
What I am going to tell mom, I swore my life that I would quit and pull out of this