For GED preparation, I've written this about myself. It was only suppose to be about 250 words, it ended up being 465 in all. WHAT!? This is what I came up with, and finished within 30 minutes. I was given 45 minutes. Geeze. I was suppose to write about something my family discusses at every family get-together and this is what I came up with. Tell me what you think. All of this is true, except for the part that we don't tell it at every family get-together; my family knows how I received the lovely scar. lol.
"After a night of thunderstorms and a morning of exceptionally cold dew, the students went into school as if nothing were the matter. They horsed around, watched Barney, ignored the teacher as usual due to their anticipation for being released outside for recess. The students were released into the gated yard, and they scattered like cock roaches to the item to play on in which they found most exciting. Feeling brave, I wondered over to the monkey bars to be surprised that no one had yet come to them. I climbed up the, what then seemed giant, step ups and got ready for my journey across. One down, two down, 3, Down! I remember falling to the ground. In an instance like this, it is really amazing how slowly time moves: I hit the dirt ground. Tears filled my eyes as panic filled me. I didn't know what to do, so I got up as quickly as I could and put my hands over my chin realizing blood was flowing onto my shirt. Freaking out, I went to this tunnel that they had as a play thing. I went inside the tunnel, and just laid down and cried as loudly as I could. My cries were echoed a bit due to the walls of the tunnel. I remember the kids in front of the tunnel seeing the blood and how much I was crying yelling in panic for the teachers to come over to check me out. Everything after this is a blur until my mom got there and started yelling in anger at the teachers for releasing students out for recess when it was merely 35 degrees. It was the icy bars against my warm skin that had made me slip, not any clumsiness on my part, everyone had agreed. My mom yelled in annoyance when they said they would cover any charges from the hospital, or for possible plastic surgery needed. With baby fat hanging out of my chin, my mom yelled: "You're damn right you will!" I remember having to be buckled down on the hospital bed to get stitched up by the doctors because seeing them come at me with the supplies freaked me out beyond all belief. The pain killers kicked in, I mellowed out, they commenced stitching me up. They gave me a prize at the end of it all; a stuffed bear in which I've named 'Dr. Bear' and I still have. 13 years later, it is still a subject of discussion at every family get-together. The scar is only apparent if you are looking at me from the left side, but I still get asked often how I received it. It's a long and annoying story to tell, especially when you retell it at every Christmas party."
...Michael.