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Monday, April 12, 2010

GO-KART ACCIDENT By Kevin, age 9


When I was seven I had a serious accident. I crashed my go-kart. A lot of blood was dripping down my face. The fingers of my left had were cut open. I also had a black eye. I couldn’t see with that black eye. We couldn’t afford paying the hospital to cure me so I didn’t go. But I was glad because I don’t like hospitals and I was afraid they would hurt me there.

After the crash I went inside and ate dinner then I played some videogames. My mom wondered how I could play videogames when I was very injured. But the games calmed me down.

I went back to school three days after the crash but I didn’t heal for six months. When I got back to school everyone stared at me because I had all those cuts. Everyone kept asking me what happened. They were bugging me. I ignored everyone except Andy Ramirez. I didn’t ignore Andy because he was a friend, a close friend.

I don’t have my go-kart anymore. My mom made it go to Mexico. I miss it even though it’s all crashed up.

About the Author

Hi, my name is Kevin. I am nine years old. I live in San Francisco with my mom, dad and brother. I am very good at videogames. I wake up early Saturday and Sunday mornings to play them. Someday I want to be good at math. When I grow up I want to be a game show host. Alabama Street confuses me because it is also the name of the state. If I were a tool, I would be a chainsaw because it is a powerful weapon to destroy things.

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