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Narrative Essay About a Dangerous Situation
NARRATIVE ESSAY ABOUT A DANGEROUS SITUATION

I’m going to talk about a time when I was in a dangerous situation. When I was ten years old two guys mugged me, they threatened me with a gun and I was so scared I remember thinking they were going to hurt me or even kill me.
My father had a restaurant and he needed smaller bills to give change he could not leave the restaurant, so he sent me to buy some groceries. On my way to the groceries store two guys told me to come closer I refused and walked away as fast as I could, they came after me and grabbed me from my arms. I can clearly remember them saying “What do you have? Give me all that you have or we will hurt you.” I did not respond to them I was so scared that I could not do it they started to drag me to a near dumpster. I remember I thought that would be my end.
Seems like it was not my time to go, because a man saw what was happening and ran to help me, he yelled at the muggers and they panicked they grabbed my cellphone and ran, they did not find the money my father gave me, because hopefully I had hidden it on my socks just in case and my precaution was worth it. The man asked me if I was ok I was still in shock trying to assimilate what just happened but I replied “yes, thank you”, he took me to my father’s restaurant and told him what happened, my father hugged me and thanked the man for saving me.
Being mugged was probably the scariest situation I have ever experienced. I was a 10 years old kid who did not know if he was going to return to his home or see his parents again. I never want to live that experience again and I would never wish that to

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