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The Jump
By Tom Nagel
Genre: Non-fiction
Category: Student Examples

It was a cold winter day at Kincaid Park. I had invited Alex, Leland, Alex M., Jase, and a few other people to go sledding. And, of course, my brother and Dad tagged along.

It was a blast. The snow was icy so our sleds turned into rockets, which brought out laughs, smiles, and jokes; we were basically just being good friends. The inner tubes were uncontrollable, spinning wherever they felt.

Everyone went down the hill the first time except me, because we were one sled short. Jase and Leland went off a jump that they discovered off to the side and rushed back up the hill and gave me the monster inner tube. My brother and I jumped on it and zoomed down the hill. It was so much fun I thought I could do this all day.

The wind started to pick up and the temperature dropped like a rock. We played for a few more hours. Then Alex M. left. The jump was calling to me, and my mind debated whether to go off it. I decided to go off it. I went off it and was back to the top to do it again in no time. But I wanted to try it on an inner tube ... I grabbed the Darth Maul tube. I sat down on my tube and without knowing it, I heard, " One, two, three," and I was off -- moving toward the jump. I hit it backward flying like an airplane with a malfunctioning engine and flipped backwards landing on my head.

I don't remember much after that, just glimpses and faded images of what had happened. I woke up in papery pajamas, lying on a cot with a needle in my arm. I didn't even know where I was until I saw the doctor. Soon my parents walked in and hugged me. I was like a patient in a TV show straight out of E.R. Upon my release, I was wheeled to the car in a wheelchair. The drive home was a big, foggy haze. When I got home I stumbled up the stairs and crawled into my bed and slept. My head hurt less and less every day, and I was back to normal in a few days eating, watching TV, and hanging out with my friends. I was glad it was over.


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