Narrative Essay

My Stitches

How frightening does it seem to know that you have cut yourself open and you need to get stitches? When I was ten, I was pushed off a bunk bed and fell head first on the floor. It was a Saturday morning when we were having a good time playing hide and seek. We were at my neighbors' house playing when this incident happened.

It all began when we were really bored at my neighbors' house. My neighbor, his sisters, my brothers, and I decided to play a small game of hide and seek because there wasn't anything else to do. We made up our own rules to make the game even more interesting. The rules were that we couldn't play outside the house, and whoever was "it" couldn't get on top of the bunk bed. We then began playing, and for quite a while I wasn't getting tagged so...