Ben N.
Taking a Swing in the Tanbark
When I was in 5th grade, my friend did a backflip off a swing, but when I was clapping for my friend, I fell off my swing and my face slid off of the tanbark. I was bleeding from all the splinters. No one bothered to see if I was ok, but when I tried to get up, the pain was too much so all I could do was lay there in pain. The school bully, the bully of the bullies, came to me to see if I was ok. Oh boy, was I shocked. The school bully was seeing if I was ok, so I said, "I can't get up because my leg hurts really bad." So he helped me up and took me to the school nurse to see if was ok. After the whole accident, the day has been really weird for me; the school bully became my friend and anyone who messed with me, he would stand up for me and my friends.
Raised By
I was raised by
Metal shop working
Wood smoothing
Nail pounding
Screw screwing
Type of Grandfather
I was raised by
Programming fun
Helping hard worker
Goodness of pancakes
Smelling of burnt items
Type of Father
I was raised by
A hard working
Work enforcer
Shout uttering
Lecture saying
Type of Mother
I was raised by
A hardworking
Throwing teachings
Babysitting
Good friend
Type of Friend
Metal shop working
Wood smoothing
Nail pounding
Screw screwing
Type of Grandfather
I was raised by
Programming fun
Helping hard worker
Goodness of pancakes
Smelling of burnt items
Type of Father
I was raised by
A hard working
Work enforcer
Shout uttering
Lecture saying
Type of Mother
I was raised by
A hardworking
Throwing teachings
Babysitting
Good friend
Type of Friend